Regner looked at it and saw the little friend...... Ahh Although he was besieged by two wolves, he did not show any fear, and he did not even ask for help.

In fact, it was not that he had the confidence to deal with these two wolves, but because the little barbarian knew that he could only rely on himself in this situation, and everyone else was facing his own enemies, and even if they wanted to, they couldn't help. So, you can only rely on yourself at this time.

He dodged one of the wolves on one side, and because he was only twelve years old, he was much smaller than the other savages, but because of this, he was faster and more agile. You must know that in the tribe, many adults can't catch up with him when it comes to running alone!

The little barbarian swung his scimitar while turning sideways and attacked the wolf's belly. He knew that this was the weakest place for the brutes, and that it was best to kill it.

"Poof!"

The touch of the blade cutting through the flesh spread from the handle to the palm of his hand, and the little savage was overjoyed, he knew that this attack was effective.

"Thanks to Grandma, who helped me sharpen my knife before leaving, is very sharp! Grandma! Your son is very good!" the little barbarian thought with some pride.

But such a wound was nothing to the wolf, so the little savage rolled nimbly again, ready to pounce on the wolf while it was wounded and tear open the wound in its stomach.

But the other wolf didn't give him this chance, and the beast seized the moment very accurately, and then jumped over and bit his shoulder as the little savage pounced.

The second wolf was originally trying to bite the throat of the little barbarian, but the little barbarian realized the crisis in mid-air. He struggled to move his body without exposing the deadly part to the wolf's kiss.

But even so, the white wolf bit him on the shoulder. The beast didn't hesitate, it strained its upper and lower jaws at the same time, and then tore desperately at it.

"Ahhh!!!h

The wolf was successfully repulsed, but the little savage's left shoulder was likewise torn off a large tendon. At this time, his left hand is soft, and it seems that there is no way to exert his strength without treatment.

"That kid is in danger. "Regner was ready to strike, and those two wolves were a problem for him that could be solved with just a wave of his hand.

But just as he was about to condense the Shadow Flying Knife in his hand, Rego unexpectedly stopped him: "Wait. ”

"What did you say?" Regner thought he hadn't heard.

I said. Rego's eyes twitched, and he said, "Wait." ”

"Hell, that kid is going to die. Regner looked puzzled: "What are you waiting for?"

"Every savage survives the most severe trials. Although Rego's eyes were not particularly good, Regner saw a chilling calm and indifference in those eyes, and he said in a deep voice: "Do not hinder any barbarian from being tested, it is an insult to them. ”

"......" Regner stared at Rego for two seconds, but finally decided to listen to him, he scattered the Shadowblade in his hand, and muttered, "It's all your people anyway, and it's none of my business to die." ”

"Thank you. Rego thanked him in surprise.

Regner rolled his eyes, then continued to turn his attention to the little barbarian.

At this time, the little barbarian and the two wolves were in a brief phase of confrontation. Both of them were wounded, so both sides were watching and judging at this time.

But anyone who is smart can see that the little barbarians are at a disadvantage. Because one of his arms has been dismantled, although his right hand can still wield a weapon, without the help of his left hand, his strength alone will be greatly reduced. If nothing else, the result of another battle should be the defeat of the little barbarians.

The little barbarian was wheezing violently, he needed a lot of oxygen to relieve his pain, and at the same time to make him think calmly about what to do next.

I don't know why, the little barbarian actually thought about the past two years at this juncture of crisis.

He was the only son in the family, but a year earlier Abba was killed in an accident while hunting, leaving him and his mother to live together. Even if there is a barbarian king in the tribe he lives in, in the eyes of the barbarians, the powerless people will not be considered companions. According to the rules, the tribe will take care of the manless family for a year, and within a year, either the mother can find a man willing to take care of them, or the mother and son must prove to the tribe that they are worth enough to be worthy of their food, and if neither can be done, after a year, the tribe will expel them and leave them in the snowy plateau.

Again, a barbarian without strength has no meaning of existence.

In order to survive, the little savage had to enter the hunting team two years earlier than his peers. I have to say that although this year's life is as thrilling as hell, it has also given him the best training.

Now the little barbarian is already a fourth-level warrior, he is two levels taller than the neighbor's child, and he is half a head taller. Although not the strongest among his peers, the little barbarian has received a lot of praise from the tribe for his rich combat experience. Looking at Grandma's proud smiling face, the little barbarian suddenly understood what his mother said to him when his father died.

"Don't cry, kid. Although Grandma was in tears at that time, she caressed the little barbarian's dark hair very gently: "Do you know what is the second happiest thing for a woman?"

"I don't know......" the little barbarian wiped his tears at that time.

"It's about finding a man who can make you proud. Grandma recalled her man's voice and smile, and then replied with a smile. Immediately afterward, she asked, "Then do you know what is the happiest thing for a woman?"

"I don't know......," replied the little barbarian.

"That is. Grandma wiped the tears of the little barbarian, and then smiled gently: "That is, to have a son who is enough to make you proud." ”

Until now, Grandma's gentle smiling face at that time is still fresh in the memory of the little barbarian. It was precisely because of that smiling face, that smiling face that contained pain but was still as warm and warm as the sun, that touched the deepest part of the little barbarian's heart. From that day on, the little barbarian seemed to be a different person, he tried his best to hone his muscles, practice his fighting skills desperately, and desperately do everything.

Because, no matter what, he wants to protect Grandma's smiling face. No matter what, he wants to make his grandmother proud and make her feel that she is the happiest woman in the world! He, Zaire, wants his mother to be the happiest woman in the world. Even if he used up his life, he must do it!

And then the little barbarian found out that he had really done it, and he was now one of the few children in the tribe who had joined the hunt before the age of thirteen. He has to be a man, to be a man who is strong enough to support Grandma and support this family!

Every time they returned, the little barbarians would look for Grandma in the hunting procession. Because every time this happens, Grandma will look at him with the proudest smile, and then proudly say to everyone around her, whether they know or not: "Look! That's my son Zaire, he is only twelve years old, but he is already a very reliable man!"

He felt that it was not only the happiest time for his grandmother, but also the happiest time for him.

So...... In order to protect that smiling face, in order to let Grandma continue to be happy. How could he lose, how could he lose, how could he lose!!!

"Ahhhhh!!!h

"Huh, madness?" Regner was stunned, he remembered that the research report given to him by the Court Mage Guild had said that once a barbarian warrior entered a state of madness with no regard for pain, no mercy, and no reason, a very obvious feature was that the skin began to redden. And once this can be done, the barbarian warrior can add the word "berserker" to himself, which is also the difference between a warrior and a berserker.

"Didn't you expect to master madness at the age of twelve, and if he survived, he might really be a good fighter. Rego's tone was appreciative.

"So can you help him now?" asked Ragner.

"Nope. Rego still shook his head: "His trial is not yet complete, and our ancestors told us that the trial must be completed alone." ”

"Isn't it just hunting...... Regna frowned, but he still didn't go against Rego's intentions.

"Hah!" the little savage shouted, and then he pounced on the two wolves, and he raised the scimitar sharpened by his grandmother, the scimitar left by his father, and slashed hard at the wolf wounded in the abdomen.

The wolf narrowly avoided the little barbarian's slash, and it tried to escape, but the pain of the wound in its abdomen made the beast pause. The little barbarian, imbued with a fighting instinct, immediately seized the opportunity.

Ignoring the pain, he was finally able to barely use his left hand. The little savage grabbed the wolf by the tail and pulled it in front of him with all his might.

"Woohoo!" the wolf's tail was nearly broken by the little barbarian's strength, and it let out a terrible scream, and then opened its jaw and pounced on the little barbarian.

But this time the little savage didn't choose to dodge, and he grabbed its upper and lower jaws with both hands with astonishing accuracy.

"Drink!"

With a loud shout, the little barbarian directly tore the wolf's mouth in half with both hands. Although his hands were scarred by his teeth, such injuries were not worth mentioning to the little barbarian. And by this time, the wolf was already dying.

"Watch your back!" Regner couldn't help but warn, though speaking in a lingua franca in such a chaotic situation had no effect on a barbarian.

But perhaps Regner's reminder really worked, and the little savage flipped his scimitar as soon as he tore open the wolf's mouth, and then sent the scimitar into the second wolf's grown mouth when the wolf was still half a meter from his throat.

"Beautiful!" Regner couldn't help but exclaim.

Probably because both enemies were dead, the red of the little barbarian's skin had faded, and his eyes had regained their clarity.

Looking at the corpses of the two wolves, the little savage knew that this time he seemed to have succeeded again.

"Hey!!" the little barbarian let out a proud cry.

But before his cry was over, a white shadow suddenly flashed, and then the little savage felt a sharp pain in his throat, and before long some warm liquid slowly trickled down his neck......