Berserker!

The barbarians had horror in their eyes!

In the northern frontier, only the bravest warriors of the clan can master the art of madness and become the invincible god of war on the battlefield - berserker!

It was a sign of the wild ferocity of their northern barbarian warriors.

In northern Xinjiang, there is only one in every 10,000 people, and the birth of every berserker is a grand event for the barbarians.

But here, the enemy, who had just languished and was almost desperate, suddenly turned into a terrible berserker.

No, not Berserker.

But they are even more terrible than berserkers! Almost all of them are unstoppable.

They followed their leader, Sebastian, and rushed to the right and left, pouring snow everywhere they went, constantly weakening the barbarians' defenses.

The Barbarian Front quickly collapsed under the onslaught of the last hundred and ten men.

How can such an enemy resist?

And even worse, at the same time that the front line of the barbarian warband located in Taniguchi was broken through by these suddenly berserk rebel fighters, behind them, another enemy arrived.

Dwarven King Thorin and his guards!

As part of the upcoming alliance of resistance, the Black Mountain dwarven tribes must demonstrate their worth.

Thorin didn't expect that Groot, who had been following Arthur and had been acting like an ordinary two-headed ogre, was actually an ancient shaman priest of the mysterious profession.

As soon as he made a move, he instantly changed the tide of the battle, saving the remnants of the rebel army, who were almost in a desperate situation.

On the battlefield, the terrible performance of the shaman priest is vividly and vividly.

The remnants of the rebels blessed with shamanic spells, like a god possessed, can break out of the siege at the sight of it, and at this time, their Black Mountain dwarves must take action.

The Noxians didn't know that the reason why the rebels were able to gain a foothold in Montenegro was actually behind the support of the Montenegrin dwarves.

The Black Mountain Dwarves and the Northern Legion of the former Duchy of the Roses have always been in a relationship of mutual support. The dwarves of Montenegro are responsible for digging underground and crafting weapons, and the Marquis of Malfalia's Northern Legion is the largest purchaser of their largest ore and well-crafted weapons.

It's easy to understand that any commodity needs a market to be produced, and the dwarves are closed to the outside world and can't fully digest these things.

The dwarves have rock-hard minds, but they are not good at business, and they can't go around the continent to open up markets in order to sell their goods like human merchants, so these are actually some nobles in the Northern Legion who are cooperating with the dwarves.

The Dwarves and the Northern Legion have always been de facto allies.

After the fall of the Northern Legion, the relationship was quickly inherited by Sebastian, who was born in the Northern Legion.

Although the dwarves were tightly sealed by the Noxians, they did not give in, and although they could not stand up for the rebels, they had been secretly supporting Sebastian.

Now, the dwarven king Thorin chose to bring Arthur here to prove to Arthur: look, what we have been doing, he needs to use the resistance to show their position all along, but he did not expect to encounter this scene.

War! Fight!

Now that we've come to this point, there's no need to hide anything.

The Dwarven King Thorin led his guards to charge behind the Barbarian Warband.

On either side of them is the traditional dwarven shield guard legion, as the guard of the dwarven king Thorin, each of them is the strongest warrior of the dwarves, and their armor is the best ore, crafted with the most perfect craftsmanship, and can withstand the most ferocious impact in the world.

The barbarian hoplites are the strongest humans tempered in the ice and snow of the northern frontier, their perfect physique, equipped with the most sophisticated heavy armor in the empire, and they are also the ace of the empire's melee combat.

At this moment, the dwarven shield defender legion against the barbarian heavy samurai, the thickest shield against the sharpest giant axe, boom! The dwarven shield defenders and the barbarian hoplites collide together!

The dwarf king Thorin waved the huge storm hammer in his hand, which was a centuries-old magic weapon, the war hammer hammered the ground, the ground under his feet cracked like an earthquake and cracked into huge cracks, thigh-thick electric light jumped and extended along the cracked cracks, constantly bombarding the armor on the barbarians, just one blow, blasted open the formation of the barbarian warriors.

Behind him, more dwarven shield guards rushed in like a flood along the rift.

At this time, Thorin did not follow and continued to advance, he raised the war hammer in his hand and pointed to the mountain next to him:

"Look, there, human mage!"

"Kill them!"

The dwarf's gaze followed to the top of the mountain.

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Of course, the rebels can't expect the dwarves to deal with the mage, and the only one who can deal with the mage is Arthur, who is also a mage.

While the dwarves and the rebels were like two sharp daggers, plunging into the soft bellies of the barbarian warband, setting off a fierce battle, on the other side of the mountain, a battle between mages was about to begin.

Dressed in a mage robe and holding a staff, Arthur walked up to the summit alone, his figure floating in the air, like a wandering traveler, condescendingly looking down at the circle laid by the imperial mages on the peak, while carefully observing, while nodding in admiration, as if looking at the other party's art on the stand.

But that didn't resonate with the Imperial Mage.

Savile looked at him, feeling the mana surging from the other party's body.

"Who are you?"

He asked, frowning.

He had never seen such a person, such a powerful mana fluctuation, such a young appearance, the face could even be said to be a little - immature, this is unbelievable, although there have been many amazing legends in the history of the continent, but he has never heard of anyone with such a young record - a mid-level mage! How can it be so young!

Only when a mage has reached the middle level can he have the ability to change his appearance by changing the physiology of his body. Moreover, it is well known on the continent that while the casters have a lot to do to change their appearance, very few people do that kind of boring stupidity.

That means nothing to them.

The appearance of mages does not change anyone's perception, but it is their own powerful spiritual power, as well as the mana fluctuations on their bodies with everyone's personal characteristics, that are their only identification.

So, the appearance of each mage is often a true record of them, and they may stop showing signs of physical age before they enter the twilight of their lives, and continue like this forever, never getting old, but so young? But it can't.

Bisavel himself, he was once considered by his family to be the youngest genius of the younger generation in the mainland, but his own formal entry into the middle level mage, that is, the official fourth-level mage, was only succeeded at the age of sixty, even so, in the history of the continent, he can also be called a genius.

And now, he is one hundred and twenty years old, and he has finally broken through that last boundary and successfully entered the high-level path.

But the enemy opposite him looked to be only about a teenager. The occasional smooth skin on the opponent's face and arms, the youthful energy and muscles, made the old casters jealous.

But the other party's mana fluctuations were so wave after wave that they might strike an earth-shattering blow at any time.

Who is such a young man?

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