Ride and Cut

A silver mirror came, and Roselle looked at his own image and finally realized that things were not as simple as disfigurement.

"What's the matter?" The boy's accent trembled like a hundred centaur tap dancing on the vocal cords at the same time.

Although they are brave in battle, every barbarian is ashamed of death. Seeing that person in the mirror is inhumane, Russell felt that he might be very close to this shame.

"How do you feel?" Richard didn't worry too much.

After all, the onlooker is clear, he can guess with his toes, this must be a new ability that has been squeezed out after the advanced Berserker, but he doesn't know how many catties it is.

"I especially want to hit someone, as if there is a fire in my heart." Roselle looked up at Richard, the emotions in his scarlet eyes were unclear. The hands were clenched and loosened, loosened and clenched, and the expression on his face was struggling and changing, quite a little eager to move.

"Oh?" The lord sneered, bent over to pick up the halberd that was twisted, and straightened both arms easily, and threw it to the dragon claw sergeant who collected the trophy.

This special weapon of the Stuart elite Euphorbia is of high quality, and the power required to bend or straighten it can only be described as unimaginable.

"Hey, how come these Stuart guys are so casually beaten!" Roselle slapped his thigh, and the desire to survive firmly pressed all the impulses to death in his heart.

"To be honest, it's a hundred times handsomer than before." Abu looked up at him with his hands in his breeches, still a little envious.

"I really want to beat you!" Russell touched the pin-like hair on his head with a distressed face. "But I seem to be able to hold it back."

As soon as these words were spoken, the Ripper Warrior who had just been smoked by the stinky fart suddenly fell away.

Russell frowned and didn't know what was brewing. After just a few breaths, all the changes that had been noticed disappeared, and they returned to the ordinary appearance that could not be found in the pile of barbarians.

He staggered for two steps, and suddenly sat on the ground with his hips, wheezing and gasping.

"What's wrong?" Lord Lord was taken aback.

"Tired, tired of not sleeping for three days and three nights." Russell clutched his chest and laughed more ugly than crying, "Boss, I won't be withered."

"Don't think about it." With a few people pointing their fingers, Russell went back to rest, Richard turned his head and looked at Bedrick; "Baker, you must know something. Say quickly."

"Haven't you heard of the famous name of the Berserker?" Bedrick asked directly instead of hiding himself.

"You are not talking about ancient berserkers?" Since becoming a lord, he has been intensively appreciating the precious leisure of those knights with two guns per capita every day. Richard will try his best to take a few minutes to revise some serious books to enrich the connotation. Say hard and studious.

Therefore, he still knows a little bit about this kind of uncommon historical knowledge.

In the distant age when Titans were kings of the world, magic, as a privilege exclusive to Titans and elves, was not yet mastered by humans. At that time, human beings were nothing but ordinary among the many intelligent races, and they had no advantage compared with half-orcs, let alone the darling of the Titans.

But among the weaker human beings as a whole, there is also a pillar that will support the glory of the future mainland hegemon. Even in that era, it can be called the powerful, that is, the Vitra Berserker!

As a subspecies of humans, they are so strong that they are not like humans. They have a flesh that is no less inferior to the powerful half-orcs. They also master the secret of madness, which is used to further increase their strength and combat intuition. The scariest human warrior of the time.

"What does this have to do with the Vitra Berserker?" Richard knew very well that although the barbarians and the Vitras are both good at strength, the gap may not be ignored.

"The history from the decline of the Titans to the complete extinction is too vague. Many races disappeared during that period, including the Berserkers. However, according to the gossip, the barbarians more or less inherited the blood of Berserkers. , I don’t know whether it’s true or not.” Bedrick shrugged, he was a real crown prince anyway, and his knowledge of historical secrets was obviously not comparable to ordinary people.

"Your subordinate was absolutely mad just now. I think he may have activated the blood of the Berserker. There are examples of this in the palace secrets."

"I've seen a wilderness shaman before and will bless it to be mad." Lord Lord suddenly remembered the Minotaur shaman who was alive and dead.

"Brother, it just happened to have the same name." Bedrick waved his hand repeatedly, "The Berserker's self-madness is much more powerful, it's not the same thing. Just now, whoever has become self-mad has been able to talk and laugh with you, if it's a trader. Manga has a bit of sanity left."

The role of inheritance and civilization is obvious at this moment-it is clearly about the history of the highland barbarians, but all the barbarians present are not aware of it, but the Pompeii are talking about it.

"Master Richard might not know yet." The round face of the priest of Grand Ling rarely showed a sense of unhappiness. "Although the Vitra Berserkers of the past disappeared bizarrely, the secret technique of madness has been passed down to this day. It's-Holy Word Prayer. It is said that the effect is stronger, but the side effects are smaller."

"The emergence of Holy Words has nothing to do with the Bright Church, but they have to put gold on their faces." Honest people also have a three-point anger, especially when it comes to conflicts of faith, Granling sneered, "It's done." It's as if the Holy Words are the patent of the Temple of Light."

The big discussion about the Berserker soon came to an end, after all, it has yet to be verified. Even if it is true, the symbolic meaning is far greater than the actual meaning. After all, even the improved version of the madness secret technique of Holy Words is on the verge of being eliminated, and now it has long been the leader of vindictiveness.

Compared with the drastic changes that a barbarian advanced to a Berserker, the Centaur advanced stepping pioneer is much more peaceful, except for the further enhancement of attributes and skills, nothing special.

What is really important is that Lord Alpine Fort himself is finally welcoming the upgrade once again, which made him unable to help tears in his eyes.

When was the last upgrade? I vaguely remember that it was the time when a group of hobgoblins had just arrived in the wilderness~www.readwn.com~It was as far away as in a previous life.

As the required experience becomes an increasingly terrifying number, rapid upgrades are increasingly becoming a luxury. Attribute points, skill points and proficiency points have become more and more precious.

Richard did not hesitate to put the two attributes into strength and agility respectively, one attribute into the weapon mastery, and ten points of proficiency were all added to the Holy Word Prayer.

The improvement of the system attributes is carried out proportionally. Based on his current basis, the effect of the two attributes has been quite exaggerated. A higher level of weapon mastery also makes it easier to improve martial skills in the future.

"It's a pity." Lord Lord smacked his lips.

It is the ultimate shortcut for him to directly use the proficiency to improve the Holy Word Prayer, but at the moment, the ten points of proficiency are smashed and even a little response is not available, obviously it is still far away.

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