Ride and Cut

A silver mirror came through, Roselle looked at his own image, and finally realized that the matter was not as simple as disfigurement.

"What's going on?" The guy's accent trembled like a hundred centaurs tap-dancing on the vocal cords at the same time.

Although they were all brave in battle, every barbarian was ashamed of sickness and death. Looking at the appearance of that person in the mirror who was neither human nor undead, Roselle felt that he might be very close to this shame.

"How do you feel?" Li Cha wasn't too worried.

After all, the onlookers know, he can guess with his toes, this must be a new ability suppressed after the advanced Berserker, but he doesn't know how much it is.

"I really want to hit someone, I feel like there's a fire burning in my heart." Roselle looked up at Li Cha, the emotion in his scarlet eyes was unclear. His hands clenched and then loosened, loosened and clenched again, the expression on his face struggled and changed, and he was a little ready to move.

"Oh?" The lord sneered, bent down to pick up a bent halberd, straightened his arms easily, and threw it to the dragon claw sergeant who collected the spoils.

This special weapon of Stuart's elite halberdiers is of high quality, and the force required to bend or straighten it can only be described in unimaginable terms.

"Hey, why are these Stuarts so ungrateful!" Roselle slapped his thigh, desperately trying to survive and suppressing all impulses in his heart.

"To be honest, he is a hundred times more handsome than before." Abu looked up at him with his hands in his breeches pockets, feeling a little envious.

"I really want to beat you up!" Roselle touched the needle-like hair on his head with a distressed face, "But I seem to be able to hold back."

As soon as these words came out, the Ripper soldiers who had just been smoked by stinky farts suddenly scattered.

Roselle frowned and didn't know what was brewing. After just a few breaths, those eye-catching changes all disappeared, and he changed back to his ordinary appearance that he couldn't find among the barbarians.

He staggered and staggered for two steps, then suddenly sat down on the ground, panting heavily.

"What's wrong?" The lord was taken aback.

"Tired, the kind of tiredness that hasn't slept for three days and three nights." Roselle covered his chest with a smile that was uglier than crying, "Boss, I won't wilt."

"Don't think about it." Pointing to a few people to carry Roselle back to rest, Richard turned his head to look at Bedrick; "Baker, you must know something, tell me quickly."

"Haven't you heard of the great name of the Berserker?" Bedrick asked directly, not intending to hide his secrets.

"You're not talking about the ancient berserkers, are you?" Ever since he became a lord, Li Cha would try his best to spend a few minutes reading serious books to enrich his connotation in the precious leisure time he spent intensively reading those knight novels with two guns per person every day.

So he still has a little understanding of this kind of uncommon historical knowledge.

In the distant era when Titans were still the kings of the world, magic, as a privilege exclusive to Titans and elves, was not yet mastered by humans. Human beings at that time could only be considered mediocre among many intelligent races, and they had no advantage compared with half-orcs, let alone the darling elves of the Titans.

But among the weak human beings as a whole, there is also a pillar that supports the glory of the continent's overlord in the future. Even in that era, it can be called powerful, and that is the Vitra Berserker!

As a subspecies of human beings, they are so strong that they are not like human beings. They have bodies that are not inferior to powerful half-orcs, and they also master the unique madness secret technique to further increase their strength and fighting intuition. They can be called the most terrifying human warriors at that time.

"What does this have to do with Vitra Berserkers?" Li Cha knew very well that although barbarians and Vitra people are both good at strength, the gap may not be negligible.

"The history from the decline of the Titans to their complete extinction is too vague. Many races disappeared during that period, including the Berserkers. However, according to gossip, the barbarians have more or less inherited the blood of Berserkers. I don't know if it's true or not." Bedric shrugged.

"That subordinate of yours was absolutely berserk just now. I think he might have activated the Berserker's Blood. Such an example was recorded in the palace secret."

"I've seen a wilderness shaman before who would bless and become mad." The lord suddenly thought of the Minotaur shaman who had been murdered alive.

"Brother, it just happens to have the same name." Bedric waved his hands again and again, "The berserker's self-madness is much more powerful, it's not the same thing at all. The one who just now went berserk on his own can still talk and laugh with you, if it were a shaman to bless him, he wouldn't have any sanity left."

The role of inheritance and civilization is obvious at this moment-it is obviously about the history of the barbarians in the highlands, but all the barbarians present do not understand why, but the Pompeians are talking about it.

"Your Majesty Richard may not know yet." The round face of Priest Glanling rarely showed displeasure. "Although the Vitra Berserker disappeared mysteriously back then, the secret art of madness has been handed down to this day, and it has been improved and evolved into - Holy Word Prayer. It is said that the effect is stronger, but the side effects are smaller."

"The emergence of the Holy Word Prayer has nothing to do with the Church of Light, but they insist on putting money on their faces." The honest man was also a little angry, especially when it came to religious disputes. Granling sneered, "It's as if the Holy Word Prayer is a patent of the Holy Church of Light."

The big discussion about the Berserker came to an end soon, after all, it still needs 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 maddening secret art, the Holy Word Prayer Art, is on the verge of being eliminated, and now it has long been dominated by vindictiveness.

Compared with the drastic changes from barbarian to berserker, centaur advanced to step forward is much more peaceful, except for the further enhancement of attributes and skills, there is no special movement.

What's really important is that the lord of Alpine Castle himself finally welcomed the promotion again, which made him unable to hold back the tears.

When was the last upgrade? I vaguely remember the time when I just went to the wilderness to overthrow a group of big goblins, as far away as in my previous life.

As the required experience becomes an increasingly scary number, fast leveling is increasingly becoming a luxury. Attribute points, skill points, and proficiency points have also become more and more precious.

Without hesitation, Li Cha put two attributes into strength and agility, one attribute into weapon mastery, and all ten points of proficiency into holy word prayer.

The improvement of system attributes is carried out in proportion. Based on his current foundation, the effect brought by the two attributes is already quite exaggerated. A higher level of weapon mastery also makes it easier to improve martial arts in the future.

"It's a pity." The lord smacked his lips.

It is the ultimate shortcut for him to directly improve the Holy Word Prayer with proficiency, but right now, if the proficiency is reduced by ten points, he will not even have a reaction, and it is obviously still far away.