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The big tree, as thick as an adult's arms, was activated by extraordinary power, clumsily pulling out its roots from the soil, and its dense branches seemed to cover half of the sky.

Countless animals and birds were alarmed and fled in panic, but there were also many predators and even monsters hiding in the dark observing the fierce battle.

On one side is a burly man wearing blue and white ice armor, wielding two ever-growing one-handed hammers, advancing wildly against the obstruction of numerous plants.

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

The ice invisibly slows down the spread and growth of plants, and some plants are even completely frozen before they grow halfway, turning into lifelike ice sculptures.

On the other side was the killer surgeon who was running away in embarrassment. Although Garcia had not touched him yet, his actions were already a little slow because of the pervasive cold.

At this time, he had fully activated the talisman inscriptions in his body. Not only his face, but even his entire upper body had a bark-like texture. His face had completely shriveled up, and was replaced by a face that was almost already visible. The wooden face remains unchanged.

"Stop, stop!"

While the killer surgeon was working hard to control the plants, trying to stop Garcia, who was rushing towards him like a siege truck, he begged loudly for mercy, but in his heart he was silently cursing the person who issued the mission.

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

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

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

No, he should be more cautious.

As a characteristic profession and even a characteristic race of the North, Berserkers have always been talked about by people.

He was as famous for his destructiveness as for his recklessness, and even more famous for his difficulty.

No one knows when the Berserker's bloodline can be traced back, but only a few specific families in the North can become berserk.

People's physiques are different. Just like berserkers, they can fight one against ten when they are extremely angry, or even one against a hundred under extreme circumstances!

Their strength comes from their anger, which can be overwhelming, the wounds inflicted in battle only excite them more, and the hatred for their enemies can even push them beyond death.

Some people have even recorded that even if a berserker's head was cut off, his body still followed the most primitive anger of life, venting his anger on everything around him until he died of exhaustion.

The closer a berserker is to death, the more strength they draw from death and pain. Some devout and experienced berserkers may even choose to mutilate themselves before going into battle to gain wrath.

Perhaps the Iris family stationed in Uruk City has a deep understanding of this. Even an ordinary-level berserker needs a team of ten or even twenty people to suppress it. Considering the casualties, it may be This team had to be suppressed by all the veterans on the battlefield.

And those extraordinary berserker warriors wearing hundreds of pounds of plate armor and holding heavy axes with both hands are even more nightmares on the battlefield.

Their strong armor and amazing physical strength allowed them to move freely in the military formation. Even if the large ballistae and the lucky trebuchets were lucky enough to inflict heavy damage on them, what greeted the soldiers next was not a seriously injured person. A human being, but a ferocious humanoid beast that was angered and chose not to die!

Unfortunately, the Killing Surgeon was now faced with an enraged Berserker.

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

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

The spreading cold wave penetrated into his body through his clothes, and the needle-like chill made his hands and feet cold.

The slippery ground beneath his feet made his experience even worse. He had to pay attention to draw back his strength and barely maintain his balance on the ground.

It is not that the killer surgeon has never seen a berserker, but the berserker he hunted never used ice abilities from beginning to end, and relied entirely on muscles and physical fitness beyond ordinary people's imagination to fight.

Now, this young man's physical fitness is not as good as that of back then, but his difficulty level has gone up several levels.

After all, judging from the outcome, there seems to be no essential difference between being smashed into a pulp by a stone nearly the size of a carriage and being broken in half by a one-handed ice hammer the size of a human being.

However, Garcia didn't seem to hear the killer's begging for mercy. He just slid quickly on the ice, smashing anything in front of him in silence.

There was no roar of rage, no low warning of menace, no shout of triumph, just a silent pursuit of the killing surgeon.

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

No matter how thick the branches are, they will be fragile in the face of the ice hammer as tall as a person. No matter how tough the vines are, they will be reduced to fragile ice sculptures in the face of the extreme cold where water drips into ice. The thick ice armor fluttered before him.

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

Garcia came with a cold wind. As he got closer, the cold became more intense. Even the killer surgeon began to show signs of freezing unconsciously. The joints of his hands and feet were as stiff as unoiled machinery, and he could even vaguely A crunching sound is heard.

Under the dual effects of panic and terrain, the killer surgeon finally fell to the ground in embarrassment and slid far away like a gourd rolling on the ground.

The next moment, he clearly felt a heavy wind blowing from above his head. He managed to avoid it, but the splashing skin fragments had cut open his bark-like skin like a blade, and bright red blood slowly flowed down. , was frozen into dark red blood frost in the blink of an eye.

After all, he has not yet advanced to the gold level. He can only temporarily borrow part of the magical beast's abilities through talisman and inscriptions. In terms of body structure, he can only slightly change and improve it at most, which is not comparable to the beast warrior who can completely change the body structure.

The foot, which was as thick as an adult's waist, stepped firmly on his thigh. The huge force caused his thigh bone to erupt with a clear wailing sound, but the ice that immediately covered it made the pain of broken bones disappear in a flash.

In the blink of an eye, everything from the waist down was completely frozen into ice, and I could no longer feel any sensation.

The killer turned around and shouted in despair, using 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 clear sound of bone cracking, and then knew nothing else.

Almost at the same time, this burly man as big as a hill quickly shrank like a deflated balloon, and finally turned back into the pale and transparent Garcia.

Because of the transformation, his clothes were torn apart, with only a few strips of cloth hanging here and there, but he didn't care. He just glanced at the increasingly bright blue runes on his chest, smiled bitterly, and whispered. : "Time is running out, father..."

He ignored the corpse beside him, and did not even try to gather the killer's extraordinary aura. Instead, he turned around and disappeared into the messy jungle, walking deeper into Badibila.

According to legend, in Batibilari, there is an elemental elf named Ikri wandering...

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Well, I have to go back tomorrow and take the high-speed train + look at houses + move. I don’t know if I have time to write...

I only saved one or two more chapters for the Spring Festival...