The big tree, which was as thick as an adult, was activated by extraordinary power, clumsyly pulled out the roots from the soil, and the dense branches were patted, as if it had covered a small half of the sky.

Countless beasts and birds were alarmed and fled in panic, but many predators and even monsters hid in secret and observed the fierce battle between the two sides.

On one side was a burly man wearing blue and white ice armor, waving two growing one-handed hammers, and making rapid progress under the obstruction of many plants.

The cold from the north ruthlessly swept everything around, allowing this southern subtropical rainforest to experience the scenery of the northern country.

The ice invisibly delays the spread and growth of plants, and some of them are completely frozen before they grow halfway, becoming a lifelike ice sculpture.

The other side was a killer who fled in a panic. Although Garcia had not met him yet, his actions were already a little slow because of the ubiquitous chill.

At this time, he had completely activated the inscriptions of the talisman in his body. Not only his face, but even his entire upper body had textures similar to tree bark. His face had completely shriveled, and replaced by a wooden face that could hardly be seen as it was.

"Stop, stop!"

While the killer tried hard to manipulate the plant, he tried to stop Garcia, who was heading straight for the siege car, and begged for mercy loudly, but he was silently cursing the person who issued the mission in his heart.

The mission released did not mention that this person was a berserker at all!

Who would have thought that a weak scepter mage was actually a berserker?

If I had known this man was a berserker, he would not have answered anything...

No, he should be more cautious.

As a distinctive profession and even a distinctive race in the Northland, Berserkers have always been talked about.

His destructive power is as famous as his recklessness, and his difficulty is even more famous than his destructive power.

No one knows when the bloodline of the Berserkers should be traced back, but only a few specific families in the North can be madly transformed.

People have different physiques, just like berserkers, they can use one to ten in extreme anger, or even one to hundreds in extreme situations!

Their power comes from their anger, which will overwhelm everything. The wounds added during the battle will only make them more excited, and the hatred for their enemies can even make them surpass death.

Some people even recorded that even though a berserker was cut off his head, his body still followed the most primitive anger of life, venting his anger to everything around him until he died at the end of his life.

The closer you get to death, the more you can draw strength from death and pain. Some devout and sophisticated berserkers even choose to self-harm before starting the war to gain anger.

This may be the Iris family stationed in Uruk City who have a deep understanding of this. Even a berserker at the level of ordinary people needs to be suppressed by a team of ten or even twenty people. When considering casualties, this team may have to be barely suppressed by veterans on the battlefield.

And those extraordinary berserkers wearing plate armor of about 100 pounds and holding heavy axes in both hands are even more of a nightmare on the battlefield.

The strong armor and amazing physical strength allowed them to come and go freely in the military formation. Even though the large crossbows and the lucky catapult were lucky enough to deal a heavy blow to them, the next thing that greeted the soldiers was not a severely damaged human, but a human-shaped beast that was angry and chose not to die!

Unfortunately, the killer is now facing an angry berserker.

What's even more unfortunate is that this berserker actually knows magic.

The howling cold wind blew on him intentionally or unintentionally, pulling the corner of his clothes, making him run against the biting cold wind.

The cold wave that spread through his clothes penetrated into his body, and the needle-like coldness made his hands and feet cold.

The slippery ground under his feet made his experience even worse. He had to pay attention to retract his strength and barely maintain balance on this ground.

The killer has never seen the berserker, but the berserker he hunted has never used the ice ability from beginning to end, and has completely relied on muscles and physical fitness that is beyond ordinary people's imagination.

At present, the boy's physical fitness is not as good as the one he used to be, but the difficulty level has increased several levels.

After all, there seems to be no essential difference between being smashed into meat paste by stones close to the size of a carriage and being smashed in the waist by an ordinary-sized one-handed ice hammer from the ending.

However, Garcia did not seem to hear the mercy of the killer, but just glided rapidly on the ice, smashing open anything that was blocking him in silence.

He did not roar in anger, nor did he intimidate with a low warning, nor did he shout proudly, but just chased the killer silently.

As early as the moment he covered his whole body with ice and activated the Berserker bloodline, the identities of hunters and prey had changed.

No matter how thick the branches are, they are fragile in front of the ice hammer that is tall, and no matter how tough the vines are, they will become fragile ice sculptures in front of the extremely cold dripping water. No matter how suddenly the spikes that suddenly break out, they will return in front of the thick ice armor.

All the resistance of killing the surgeon seemed weak and even ridiculous in the face of this powerful force.

Garcia came with the cold wind. As he approached, the coldness became stronger and stronger. Even the killer had already begun to freeze unconsciously. The joints of hands and feet were as difficult as machinery without oil. You could even vaguely hear the crisp creaking sound.

Under the dual effects of panic and terrain, the killer finally fell to the ground in a mess and slid out like a rolling gourd.

The next moment, he obviously felt a heavy gust of wind coming from his head. He barely avoided it, but the splashing skin had cut open his bark-like skin like a blade. The red blood slowly flowed down, and in the blink of an eye it was frozen into a dark red blood frost.

After all, he had not yet advanced to the golden level, so he could only temporarily borrow some of the magic beast abilities through the inscriptions of the talisman. At most, he only had slight changes and improvements in body structure, and he could not compare to the beast warrior who could completely change the body structure.

The foot, which was as thick as an adult's waist, stepped on his thighs tightly. The huge force caused a crisp wailing sound to burst out on his thigh bones, but the ice that covered immediately made the pain of the broken bones flash.

In a blink of an eye, the part below the waist was completely frozen into ice, and I could no longer feel the perception.

The killer turned around in despair and shouted, urging the last mental power in his body to try to fight back, "Who are you!"

However, he only saw the shadow of one foot, heard an extremely crisp sound of bone cracks, and then he knew nothing.

Almost at the same time, this burly and strong man, as if he was a small hill, shrank rapidly like a deflated balloon, and finally turned back to Garcia, who had a white face and a transparent face.

Because of his transformation, his clothes were broken, and there were only a few strips of cloth hanging in sporadic places. But he didn't care. He just glanced at the brighter blue runes on his chest, smiled bitterly, and whispered: "It's not too much time, father..."

He ignored the corpses beside him, and did not even try to condense the extraordinary aura of the killer. Instead, he turned around and sank into the messy jungle and walked towards the deeper part of Badibila.
Chapter completed!