Sena never expected that Blade still had such a big hole card in his hand.

'Madness' allows the blade to get several times the strength bonus, and after supplementing the 'Savage Fighting Spirit' with the strength bonus, he will get a double strength bonus, which he wants to maximize his own strength.

Senna roared, stretched out his hands, and suddenly transformed into a black falcon form, and then flapped his wings and flew into the sky.

He's on the run!

Senna has fought with the blade for more than ten games, knows his strength very well, and knows that the blade can still fight with him without going crazy, but once the blade goes crazy and his strength increases exponentially, he will never be his opponent.

However, Senna did not intend to run away completely, he was only temporarily avoiding the edge. Because he knew that among the orcs, whether they were born to be berserk warriors or those who were born to be berserk by magic, if there was no shaman to cast a calm-like spell to cool their blood-boiling minds, they would only become unconscious killing puppets in the end.

Senna understood what Blade had just said, 'Half an hour should be enough'. That means that after the blade goes berserk, the time to keep a clear head is about half an hour, and the blade is ready to settle the battle within this half hour. And as long as Senna avoided this half an hour, if the blade continued to remain in a state of madness, then he fell into madness, and he had great strength, and there was nothing to fear. If Blade had to end his frenzy after half an hour, he would not be able to go berserk again in a short time, and it would not be too late for Senna to return to fight him.

When Senna's black falcon flew halfway up the canyon, the blade began to fire.

Facing the cliff face of the canyon, he ran at full speed, then leaped high. When he approached the cliff and his body began to fall, he was already a hundred meters high from the bottom of the valley.

Under normal circumstances, the leap of the blade would not be more than thirty or forty meters high, but after the madness, the height of his jump increased to nearly a hundred meters. This is the power bonus he gets after he goes berserk!

Seeing that the blade was about to hit the cliff, he suddenly stretched out his right foot, hit the cliff a little heavier, turned around with his strength, and suddenly jumped a hundred meters high, and flew straight into the black falcon in the air.

When the flying black falcon felt a strong wind behind it, it couldn't help but let out a cry of surprise, and its body turned suddenly. A sharp claw grazed its torso, scraping its left wing. In the midst of a terrible cry, a puff of black feathers and a few blood flowers fell in the air.

The black falcon's wings were injured and unable to continue flying, and it staggered back to the bottom of the canyon.

There was a 'bang', and there was a burst of dust at the bottom of the canyon. After the flying dust cleared, the figure of the sharp blade holding the ground with his right hand was revealed, leaning over and half-crouching. With his body at the center, a spiderweb-like crack appeared in the ground, caused by the impact of his fall from a height of two hundred meters. The impact was so great, but he was unscathed.

The blade slowly raised his head, bared his teeth, and opened his blood-red eyes as he looked at the black falcon that slowly landed dozens of meters in front of him. As soon as the black falcon landed, it immediately changed back into its elven form. Senna raised his middle and index fingers of his right hand, and his fingers lit up with a white glow of healing magic, and quickly pointed at the bloody wound on his left arm.

The blade roared, and with a force on his right foot, he pounced on Senna again. Senna stopped the bleeding in his left arm, and when he saw that the blade was clawed again, he hurriedly leaned back, narrowly avoiding the sharp claw that the blade grabbed at his face. Immediately after that, Senna made a few back-jumps in a row, and after a certain distance from the blade, he finally got a little respite.

Senna was panting and suddenly felt a pain in his face, and he reached out to touch it, only to see that his palm was full of blood. It turned out that although he had avoided the sharp blade's claws just now, when the sharp blade's claws swept across his face, the wind pressure was as strong as a knife, and it still cut his face, leaving several blood marks.

"Damn!" Senna shouted angrily, and her body swelled suddenly, transforming into an iron-backed bear.

Since there is no escape, let's fight against the water!

As soon as Senna transformed, the blade swayed, and suddenly appeared in front of the iron-backed bear again, and his hands were bent into claws and grabbed downward. The iron-backed bear stretched out his giant palm to block it, and the volley covered the finger claws of the blade. Seeing that his hands were being held by the iron-backed Violent Bear, the sharp blade immediately leaned back slightly, and then suddenly exerted his strength, and a ferocious head hammer slammed into the iron-backed Violent Bear's face. Just heard a click, and the bridge of the nose of the iron-backed bear snapped. This time the iron-backed bear almost fainted in pain, after it let out an earth-shattering roar, it endured the severe pain, the two thick bear arms that held the fingers and claws of the blade suddenly loosened, a bear hugged the waist of the blade, the person stood up, and at the same time launched the 'bark magic' magic, generating a layer of bark armor covering the whole body, ready to use this bear hug to crush the bones of the blade's whole body desperately.

And after the blade was lifted in the air by the iron-backed violent bear and firmly clamped, a surging force suddenly came from his body that shattered his bones, and this force also oppressed him almost suffocated. The blade raised his hands high and slammed into the back of the iron-backed bear, its sharp claws piercing the bark armor and embedding it into the muscles of the iron-backed bear's back. The iron-backed bear was in pain, but it didn't let go of its hands, and the muscles on its two thick bear arms trembled even more, obviously increasing its strength. The blade was frightened and furious, his hands rising and thrusting down, each of his claws carrying a piece of flesh from the iron-backed bear. However, with the dual support of 'Bark Technique' and his own strong defense, the Iron-backed Storm Bear resisted the claw attack of the blade and persevered without falling. Because the iron-backed bear knows that whoever can hold out to the end will win the battle.

However, in the blood splash, it was the iron-backed storm bear that fell first. The frantic claw blow of the blade caused the iron-backed bear to lose a lot of blood, and it failed to hold out to the end, and after letting out an unwilling roar, its arms loosened, and it fell to the ground, fainting from excessive blood loss.

The blade fell to the ground as soon as the iron-backed bear let go of his arms. Immediately, he lifted his frenzied state, clutched his throat, stuck out his tongue, and gasped for air, the sharp pain from the bones of his body made him completely unable to move at this time.

"It's a pity, Senna, if you can hold on for a little longer, you may be the final victor!" Blade sneered as he turned his head to look at Senna, who was lying on the ground, losing the effect of his bear transformation technique due to a coma, and returning to his elven form.

"But now, I'm the one who wins!"

Before the blade could finish speaking, a huge rock whistled from behind him and slammed into his vest.

With a 'wow' sound, the blade fell forward, spurting out a mouthful of blood.

More than a dozen tall and burly figures immediately appeared in the canyon, slowly surrounding the werewolves and black elves on the ground.

"Ogre!" When he saw the sneak attackers surrounding him, his pupils shrank and he struggled to stand up. He didn't expect to meet this ugly, disgusting, and extremely dangerous race in this picturesque canyon.

There were as many as twelve ogres in this group, except for one of them, the tallest and the tallest with a skull necklace around his neck, wrapped in a thick layer of plate armor, the other ogres were all without a single strand and only a piece of animal skin around their waists. More than half of the ogres carried the corpse of a beast or low-level beast with a severed head on their shoulders, and they were covered in dried red and white stains, either in their hands or on their backs. Apparently, it was a mixture of blood and cerebral plasma.

The ogre, in plate armor, seemed to be the leader of the ogre, for not only was he far superior to the other ogres in terms of clothing, but even the weapon he used was the best of the pack of ogres - a giant mace. The mace, which he carried diagonally behind him, was a 'sophisticated' weapon, despite its crudeness in crafting, compared to other ogres who could only use large wooden sticks as weapons.

The ogre leader couldn't help but frown when he saw that the blade was still standing up after being hit by the boulder he threw at him. But soon, he frowned, and laughed angrily: "What a strong body! Yes, the stronger the warrior, the more chewy this meat will be!" After saying that, the ogre leader looked around, and then walked to a big rock, bent down and picked up the stone, which weighed hundreds of pounds, and held it high above his head.

"Werewolf boy, give me death!" the ogre leader grinned, throwing the boulder in his hand at the blade with all his might.

With a 'bang', the blade was once again knocked off by the boulder, and this time he broke several ribs and finally couldn't get up again.

"Hey, not dead yet?" The ogre leader was surprised when he found that the werewolf lying on the ground was not dead, but coughing up blood and staring at him with a hateful gaze. He scratched the sharp horns on the top of his head, turned his head to the ogre behind him, and ordered, "Come on, go and tie that werewolf boy back to the tribe for me." Such a strong warrior must have tasted delicious. Oh, by the way, and the black elf who passed out should not be left behind, he can fight with the werewolf boy, and he must be a strong warrior!"

"Yes, Chief Mogrosh. The two ogres, who had no prey on their shoulders, immediately ran towards Blade and Senna, and pulled a few vines along the way, tying Blade and Senna, who was still unconscious, into a knot, and then carrying them separately.

"Haha, I'm lucky today, I didn't expect to come out hunting on the first day of the wine festival to meet such a good appetizer! The ogre leader smirked triumphantly as he fiddled with the skull on the necklace around his neck.

"Little guys, hurry up for me, let's go home early, we can set up a pot to cook meat early, and celebrate the wine festival early!"

"Yes, Chief Mogrosh!" the ogres cheered happily, and some were even beginning to drool. For ogres, those strong people who have cultivated Dou Qi or magic taste far more delicious than the meat of ordinary people because the flesh on their bodies is nourished by Dou Qi or magic. Now even if the werewolf and the black elves all belong to the leader, there is enough broth left for everyone to taste. After all, the broth made by the strong is also an incomparable temptation for the ogre's strange taste buds.