A silver mirror came, and Russell looked at his own image, finally realizing that things were not as simple as disfigurement.

"What's going on?" the man's accent trembled, as if a hundred centaurs were tap-dancing on their vocal cords at the same time.

Although they were all brave in battle, every barbarian was ashamed of his illness and death. Looking at the undead in the mirror, Russell felt that he might be very close to this shame.

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

After all, the bystander is clear, and he can guess with his toes that this must be a new ability that he has held back after advancing to the berserker, but he doesn't know how many catties and taels it is.

"I really want to hit someone, and I feel like there's a fire burning in my heart. Russell looked up at Richard, his scarlet eyes uncertain. His hands clenched and loosened, released and clenched, and the expression on his face struggled and changed, quite a little ready to move.

"Oh?" the lord sneered, bent down to pick up a bent halberd, straightened his arms with ease, and threw it to the dragon's claw sergeant who was collecting the loot.

The quality of this special weapon for the elite Stuart Euphorbia is so high that the amount of power required to bend or straighten it can only be described as unimaginable.

"Hey, why are these Stuart guys so unbeaten!" Russell slapped his thigh, and the desire to survive held all the impulses firmly in his heart.

"To be honest, a hundred times more handsome than before. Abu put his hands in his breech pockets and looked up at him, a little envious.

"I really want to beat you!" Rosell touched his pin-like hair on top of his head with a distressed face, "but I seem to be able to hold it back." ”

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

Russell frowned and didn't know what was brewing, and after just a few breaths, all those eye-catching changes disappeared, and they turned back to their ordinary appearance that they couldn't find in the barbarian pile.

He staggered two steps, and suddenly sat down on the ground, snorting and panting.

"What's wrong?" the lord was startled.

"Tired, tired from sleeping for three days and three nights. Russell clutched his chest and laughed worse than crying, "Boss, I'm not going to wilt." ”

"Don't think about it. Pointing to a few people carrying Russell back to rest, Richard turned his head to look at Bédrick; ”

"Haven't you heard of the Berserker's name?" asked Béderick, who didn't intend to hide his secrets.

"You can't be talking about the ancient berserker, right?" Since becoming a lord, in his precious leisure time every day when he highly appreciates those knights who have two guns per capita, Richard will try to take a few minutes to open some serious books to enrich the connotation, which can be said to be studious.

So he still knows a little bit about this kind of historical knowledge that is not too obscure.

In the distant days when the Titans were still kings of the world, magic, as a privilege reserved for Titans and elves, was not yet in the hands of humans. At that time, humans could only be regarded as mediocre among many intelligent races, and they had no advantage compared to orcs, let alone the darling elves of the Titans.

But among the overall weak human beings, there is also a pillar that supports the glory of the future continental hegemon, even in that era, it can be called a strong force, that is the Vitra Berserker!

As a subspecies of humans, they were so strong that they were not like humans, possessed a body that was no less powerful than the orcs, and mastered the unique secret art of madness, which was used to further increase their strength and combat instincts, and were the most feared human warriors of their time.

"What does this have to do with the Vitra Berserkers?" Richard knew very well that although the barbarians and the Vitra were both known for their strength, the gap was probably impossible to ignore.

"The history from the beginning of the Titan's decline to its total extinction is too vague, and many races disappeared during that period, including the Berserkers. However, according to the grapevine, the barbarians have more or less a bit of berserker blood, and I don't know if it's true or not. Béderick shrugged, he was a real crown prince, and his knowledge of historical secrets was obviously not comparable to ordinary people.

"That subordinate of yours was absolutely berserk just now, and I think he may have activated the Berserker's blood, as is recorded in the palace vault. ”

"I've seen a wilderness shaman bless him before and go berserk. The lord suddenly remembered the Minotaur shaman who had been killed alive and dead.

"Dude, it just happens to have the same name. Bederick waved his hand repeatedly, "Berserker's self-ferroze is much more powerful, it's not the same thing at all. The one who went crazy just now can still talk and laugh with you, but if you change the shaman's blessing, there will be no reason left. ”

The role of inheritance and civilization is now unmistakable—it is obviously about the history of the highland barbarians, but all the barbarians present do not know why, but the Pompeii are talking about it.

"Lord Richard may not know yet. Cleric Granling's round face showed a rare hint of resentment, "Although the Vitra Berserker of the past has mysteriously disappeared, the secret technique of madness has been passed down to this day, and it has been improved and evolved into the Holy Word Prayer Technique. It is said to be more effective with fewer side effects. ”

"The appearance of the Divine Word Prayer has nothing to do with the Church of Light, but they have to put gold on their faces. "Honest people are also angry, especially when it comes to religious disputes," Granling sneered, "It's as if the Holy Word Prayer is the preserve of the Bright Sanctuary." ”

The Berserker debate soon came to an end, after all, it was still to be verified. Even if it is, the symbolism is far greater than the actual meaning. After all, even the improved version of the Sacred Word Prayer Technique of the Madness Secret Technique was already on the verge of obsolescence, and now it has long been a fighting spirit.

Compared with the great changes caused by the advancement of barbarians to berserkers, the Centaur Advance Vanguard is much more peaceful, except for the further enhancement of attributes and skills, there is no special movement.

What really mattered was that the Lord of Alpine Fort himself had finally been promoted once again, and it brought tears to his eyes.

When was the last time you upgraded? I vaguely remember the time when I first went to the wilderness to overturn a group of goblins, as far away as a previous life.

As the amount of experience required becomes an increasingly terrifying number, rapid leveling up becomes a luxury. Stat, skill, and proficiency points are also becoming more valuable.

Without hesitation, Richard put two attributes into strength and agility, one attribute into weapon mastery, and ten proficiency points on the Holy Word Prayer.

The improvement of system attributes can be carried out proportionally, and with his current foundation, the effect of two attributes is quite exaggerated. A higher level of weapon mastery also makes it easier to improve your martial arts skills in the future.

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

Directly using proficiency to improve the Sacred Word Prayer Technique is the ultimate shortcut for him, but at the moment, ten points of proficiency are smashed and even a little bit of reaction is missing, which is obviously far from it.