All-Professional Master of Darkness

Outside the north gate of Harrogas, there were crowds of people.

"Will, you will stay among us later, and you must not run around." Guerrera glanced at the barbarians who were surrounded by fierce auras, with a very solemn expression.

In less than a month, he and Hurtado teamed up to give Will some special training, allowing him to improve his level. But after all, the time was too short, and the amount of demonic energy Will absorbed in team mode was not too much, and he was only at level 25 now. This level is barely enough to move with a large army.

Will also knows that his strength is not yet on the stage, so he fully accepts Guerrera's instructions. Although the bloodline of the Immortal King is noble, in Harrogas, where strength is respected, there is only a little respect left. Otherwise, his parents would not have passed away so early. He knew this very well.

In Utama, the traditional activity of the barbarians, respect is just a thin window paper that anyone can pierce with a finger. Looking at the barbarians who participated in Utama this time, none of them were strong men who fought hard from the mountains of corpses and seas of blood. Except for Will, the lowest level is at least level 45. Barbarians below this level only deserve to be spectators.

"Relax." Hurtado was obviously better at enlightening others' emotions than Guerrera. He hugged Will nonchalantly, ignoring the angry looks around him, raised his sword with both hands and gestured at the contestants, grinning and saying: " Except for my team and Guerrera’s, they were a bunch of ****.”

Affected by Hurtado's arrogant attitude, Will instantly puffed up his chest. The rebelliousness in the blood of the barbarians was also aroused. But Hurtado's move is a double-edged sword.

"Hurtado, what did you say!" A barbarian whose stature was not inferior to Guerrera and Hurtado carried a giant ax and separated the crowd and walked out without any intention of giving in.

"Uta, I said you are a bunch of people." Hurtado gave a ferocious smile, turned away from Will, raised his sword and pointed it directly at the barbarian named Uta: "If you don't accept it, let's fight first. Whoever loses will be the winner. Raised.”

Uta is also a leader among the barbarians who has emerged in recent years, and it can be said that his reputation is not inferior to Hurtado. If it were in the past, Hurtado wouldn't want to fight with him. But after receiving the comprehensive vitality rejuvenation potion provided by Lan Wu, he didn't worry about losing at all.

In his heart, only savages who are not afraid of death are true savages. In contrast, Will needs to adapt to the bloody battlefield as quickly as possible. This is the key point. Otherwise, he was not sure whether he could bring Will back alive, even with the assistance of Guerrela's powerful team.

"Just fight." Uta was worthy of being the leader of the barbarian clan. He had an equally violent temper and immediately rushed over with a huge ax in his hand.

"Stop." Guerrela shouted violently, waved one hand, and the Bone Crusher's blade sank deeply into the ground between the two of them. Almost at the same time, Weiss and four other best friends since childhood immediately grabbed their weapons and formed a human wall in front of Hurtado.

"Guerrera, do you also want to compete with me?" Uta's face was gloomy. Although he did not admit it, his eyes unconsciously glanced back and forth between Hurtado and Guerrera. It doesn't matter if it's a Hurtado or a Guerrera, but if they both go together, I'm afraid I'll be in danger. What's more, the team of these two is one of the few in the entire Harrogas.

Guerrera stood up, and the other barbarians who couldn't stand Hurtado's provocation fell silent. Utama is about to start, so there is really no need to fight these two in advance. Guerrela's team was nothing more than five people at best. But Hurtado's team was different. In addition to the dozen or so barbarians participating, there were more than thirty senior professionals who came to cheer for their captain. The captain was besieged. Of course, these people would not be satisfied with being just a bunch of people. Even if everyone comes together, they might not be able to compete with these two teams. When comparing two cars, of course, it is better to swallow this breath first and settle the score later.

"Don't cause trouble." Guerrera maintained the toughness of a barbarian as always. He pulled out the Bonecrusher blade that was three feet deep into the ground with one hand. Without even looking at Uta and the others, Guerrera led the four of Weiss with him. Back to Will.

Hurtado also took it easy. After all, the reckless and provocative behavior just now was just to relieve Will's inner tension. Since Will has restored his appearance as a barbarian, there is no need to do anything extra. After all, I only got three bottles of the comprehensive rejuvenation potion. If you can save it, you've earned it.

Uta's face looked uncertain. According to the tradition of the barbarians, Hurtado and Guerrera's provocation must of course be fearless and rush forward to fight fiercely. But his rationality as captain told him that this was definitely not the right choice. At this moment, the crowd made another noise, attracting his attention. When he looked back, his expression became even gloomier.

A procession entered the venue.

"This is the traditional activity of our barbarians, why should we bring them in?" Uta raised the giant ax and pointed it directly at the team behind Sisirdin.

This team is not made up of barbarians. Apart from Siseldin, there was not even a second barbarian in the party of fifty. Not only Uta, but also Hurtado, Guerrera and other barbarians also glared at this unruly team.

"Who stipulates that foreigners are not allowed to be helpers?" Siseldin was not afraid of the angry gazes of the barbarians. He grinned cruelly and said: "They are all my helpers, and I am the only one who gets the results." . What’s wrong with this.”

Uta was suddenly speechless. Indeed, for thousands of years there has never been a rule against hiring foreigners as helpers. But this is a customary rule, a barbarian tradition. Every savage must obey it.

After Siseldin finished speaking, the barbarians present were instantly divided into two distinct groups. I don't know who was the first to whistle, and dozens of professionals from the surrounding professionals immediately came out and joined the side headed by Siseldin. It was just so crowded that it was hard to tell which team had called for foreign aid.

Seeing another professional joining in, the barbarians on Uta's side suddenly became restless. Siseldin was clearly deliberately destroying the traditions of the barbarians. This is particularly unacceptable to these barbarians who insist on tradition.

"Compared with the number of people, right?" Hurtado laughed ferociously, raising his hand to call out the team members who were watching nearby. Just as he raised his hand, Guerrera pressed it down.

"Don't forget that this is Utama." Guerrela's face was gloomy, and her eyes clearly contained endless anger. Of course he knew that Siselding was building momentum for his father Hardinson, who currently occupies a certain amount of power. Once Hurtado called the team members, the father and son had reason to ask Utama to change the previously agreed upon rules this time and allow other professionals to join in.

"Don't let me meet this soul outside." Hurtado spat on the ground angrily, suppressing the anger in his heart.

At this time, a loud voice suddenly sounded above the crowd: "Quiet."