book of old days

Chapter 56 The Nord Berserker

After the brief frenzy, Sean was the first to come back to his senses. He was a little puzzled, could this be the so-called Aum power?Isn't this thing a stimulant? Although it seems a bit more mysterious and ritual when it is integrated into the blood, it is not different in essence.

Maybe it was boiled out of mushrooms.

Suddenly someone shouted, "It's the Brightonians, here they come!"

So the Nords immediately rushed towards the distant oak forest in a panic.

Sean also followed the team. He looked at the red-eyed Nords around him. Everyone was full of anger and killing intent, eager to use the blood and heads of the enemy to release their desire to kill and prove their glory. .

In the distance, an army formation of Bretons appeared, and the black line of soldiers covered the sight. Compared with the messy formation of the Nords, these Bretons looked as solid as a rock, as immovable as a city wall, and The numbers seem limitless.

The two sides were getting closer and closer, and the Nords began to be eager to try. Although the commander shouted loudly to maintain the formation, some impatient Nord hunters still rushed out and began to shoot arrows from a distance.

Some hunters rushed out from behind the line of battle. The two sides shot at each other for a while. People on the other side kept getting shot, and people on his side fell down from time to time. Xiao En felt something was wrong. Why did he feel that there were more people dying on the other side?
As if he thought it was enough, the commander yelled, "Nord warriors, kill!"

"Kill!"

Countless people were shouting, countless people were roaring, Xiao En couldn't help but roared, and then rushed out without hesitation.

The traditional tactics of the Nords are no longer suitable for such a battlefield. There is no hope for long-range shooting, so there is no formation, and they rushed over together. Only close combat can win with the bravery of the Nords.

bang bang bang!The sound of gunfire was deafening, and the Nords fell in pieces. Fortunately, Sean was not shot, but it seemed that something stung his abdomen suddenly, but he didn't care.

The distance of a hundred paces was approaching in a short while, and the faces of those Breton people were already clearly visible, and each of them was as expressionless and disgusting as a wooden man.

They also charged with long spears equipped with bayonets, and the two sides fought together in an instant.

Olaf swung his tomahawk and tried his best to parry the bayonet that was stabbing at him. When the ax fell, the enemy's head was split in two, like splitting a piece of wood.

kill kill kill!

Olaf swung his battle ax crazily, like a madman. Sean tried his best not to let himself fall into that unconscious rage, and tried his best to appreciate the rhythm and skill of each axe.

Even in this berserk state, Olaf still maintains his ingenious technique on the battle axe, beheading the enemy efficiently like a precise machine.

Another ax was swung out, and at the same time that the ax blade slashed into the opponent's chest, Olaf was also stabbed in the chest by a bayonet.

He finally felt the pain, and Sean also felt the same, Nima, this is too painful.

He screamed, and it was impossible to tell whether it was Olaf screaming or him screaming.Pulling out the bayonet stuck on his body, Sean felt that Olaf's physical strength was rapidly exhausted, as if the effect of the 'Blood of Orm' had been overdone.

He tried his best to continue fighting, but two bayonets pierced into his body from behind. Sean was already a little numb, while Olaf was brewing a tinge of anger.

"Die to me!" He yelled and threw the ax with all his strength, and the blade of the ax hit the face of the Breton musketeer who was rushing to take the head. The blood blinded Olaf's eyes, and he didn't know what it was The enemy's is still his own, the red gradually turns dark red, the dark red turns dark black, and Xiao En's vision finally becomes pitch black.

He suddenly broke away from his memory, surrounded by the pitch-black night, that kind of rage still seemed to remain in his blood, so much so that he instinctively swung the shotgun in his hand like an ax a few times.

There was still some phantom pain left on his body, Xiao En couldn't help covering it with his hands, and it took a while for it to completely dissipate.

Huhuhu, this memory is really fucking exciting.

This is much more thrilling than that hunter who stole the head for a long time and was taken away with an axe.

It took him a while to calm down from the excitement of the battle.

He recalled the harvest this time.

Generally speaking, this memory is still somewhat useful. He could feel that Olaf's memory of the battle ax had been left in his heart. He picked up the ax that was used for cutting trees on the ground and swung it directly in the open space. stand up.

The ax spun like a whirlwind, dancing with the wind, each blow was full of deadly killing intent, it was thrown violently, and it was nailed to a tree while spinning.

Not bad, not bad, now that you have melee skills, if you meet someone in a duel with you in the future, you don't have to be afraid, when the time comes, the big ax will kill you.Thinking about that picture is a bit scary.

It's just that the tree-cutting ax is a bit uncomfortable, so I have to find a way to make a customized one later.

But what surprised him even more was the information obtained in his memory. From this point of view, the Nords did not gain any supernatural power in that battle, they just took a lot of stimulants. The so-called priests of the gang were basically A group of magic sticks ah.

So what happened to the giant with golden eyes in the eyes of the hunter?
Could it be a psychological relationship?
Sean thinks it is not impossible. In the memory of Jaeger A, the number of Bretons is limited, while the number of Nords is several times that of them, and the blackness is endless.

But in Olaf's memory, the Breton people were several times the Nord people, and there was no end to it.

The memories of both of them are obviously biased, so perhaps it is not impossible for Jaeger A to imagine the Nord warrior who drank the stimulant as an invulnerable magic soldier in his memory.

I didn't stop after being shot at that time, and continued to fight, maybe I was made invulnerable by the hunter's brain?
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It was already four o'clock in the morning when Sean got home, and he fell asleep in bed.

Waking up the next morning, Sean was going to stay at home to see if the quirk would trigger. Breakfast was bear meat stewed cabbage with two slices of toast.

When he left Xiong's hometown yesterday, he deliberately brought back a large piece of bear meat. He not only ate it himself, but also added a meal to the briquettes.

The fibers of the bear meat are thick and chewy, and it feels a bit like old beef. Sean chewed hard, and his tired mouth became sore.

While eating, Sean couldn't help but slammed his mouth, always feeling as if something was missing, and his mouth was tasteless.

He glanced at the table twice, yes, it was wine!He glanced at the wine bottle beside him, picked it up and poured himself a glass.

He generally doesn't like to drink early in the morning, and only drinks a little before going to bed at night, so that he can sleep soundly.

But today, perhaps because of his interest, he suddenly wanted to have some. Honey wine paired with bear meat would be a beautiful thing.

He wanted to taste it slowly, but after taking a sip, he couldn't satisfy his hunger at all. He gulped down a glass of wine, but Xiao En still didn't quench his thirst, so he simply picked up the wine bottle and gulped it. The wine bottle is empty.

"Oh, I see!" Sean immediately realized what Olaf's hobby was, and he probably was an alcoholic.

In fact, this kind of thing did not surprise him. Most people in Nord like to drink, but Sean can feel it and keep it subconsciously until the end. This guy must be a top alcoholic.

Sean couldn't help picking up another bottle of Lieba wine, which has a relatively high alcohol content. Sean hasn't drank much, but now...

Hold on, hold on, I'm not that barbarian Olaf, I'm just a Breton, the half bottle of mead just now made him a little dizzy, if this bottle of spirits goes down, it won't be too late Lie down.

no!It's better to train the Tomahawk while awake.

Xiao En walked out of the mansion and picked up the logging ax again, but after swinging it twice, he felt uncomfortable.

There is still a big difference between the ax for cutting trees and the ax for cutting people, especially the tomahawk used by the Nords in memory, which is quite strange in shape and completely different in use.

How about going to Ragnar for a fight? Ragnar is a lord, he can forge iron, and he should be able to make Nord battle axes.

(End of this chapter)