Chapter 107: Extinguishing the Boiling Blood

Generally speaking, there are two paths to "boiling blood", which are divided into three categories.

One is the innate bloodline.

For example, the indigenous "Virgins" who live on the Maidan Peninsula in the northern part of the mainland, as well as the four northern Swiya islands located further north, hundreds of miles away from the mainland mainland, where they are separated from the Maidan Peninsula by the icy sea, and most of the indigenous "virgins" who live in the above-mentioned areas have a boiling blood physique, regardless of men, women, and children, and the difference is nothing more than whether the blood is pure or not, the speed of wartime excitation, and the length of time it lasts.

It is said that due to the extremely harsh local climatic conditions and unique eating habits, these tall and burly aborigines have experienced the test of life and death such as hunger and cold in the long harsh winter, and have multiplied from generation to generation, and their physique has undergone abnormal changes, and they have spontaneously evolved a rare bloodline and physique.

It is also rumored that it is because these aborigines believe in the god of ice and snow "Frieze", and have been appreciated and gifted by the gods, so they have the strange ability of "boiling blood", and they are born noble "chosen children".

Of course, for both of these claims, Viscount Inmotuo scoffed.

Normer had heard his father comment that the so-called "boiling blood" state originated from a group of scoundrels who were idle and idle on weekdays, obeying the call of their hearts and embarking on a pirate career of looting for a living, because they had to face the desperate resistance of the robbed object at every moment, and could die at any time, in order to continue the glorious robbery cause, they had to greatly promote the vitality in a short period of time in exchange for strength. In addition, the weather is cold and freezing, it is difficult to resist the midnight cold by ordinary fur clothes alone, and drinking spirits for many years to help keep out the cold, the body accumulates too many harmful substances such as alcohol, and people are prone to brain pumping on the blood, and they lose their sense of pain when they smoke it up, and this problem is directly transmitted to the next generation through childbirth, and over time, it is generally called "boiling blood". In fact, in essence, it is no different from a genetic disease such as epilepsy.

As for the mystery of being rewarded with "boiling blood" by the goddess of ice and snow, it is nothing more than that the descendants of the Virgins have been rich for many years, and they are ashamed of their ancestors who were born as pirates, and they have worked hard to hire a group of shameless literati to make up lame stories, and then hire a group of equally shameless bards to sing them around. The purpose is to help the ancestors wash the floor, so that when they go out, there are always people pointing fingers behind their backs, saying that they look well-dressed and polite and look like dogs, but in fact they are the descendants of robbers, and they have immoral blood in their bodies. To put it bluntly, it's just a panic.

"How could the goddess of ice and snow be so noble and just, and how could she favor a group of scoundrels and robbers, and reward them with the ability to kill people and sell goods? ”

These were all disdainful rebuttals of the Viscount.

When Normer and Dawn laughed heartily, the boy suddenly had a subtle feeling, as if a murderous aura appeared in the study, and the existence was extremely short, but the father quickly stopped the original topic and turned to how to deal with "boiling blood". Afterwards, when asked about Dawn, the girl looked ignorant, unaware of what Normer said was "murderous". Considering that the girl's sense of touch is far sharper than his own, the boy also thought that he was in a trance for a while and had an illusion, so he didn't delve further.

The second is the acquired method and secret medicine.

As the Virgins plundered the coast of the mainland more times, it was inevitable that they would be defeated and captured, and the countries of the mainland also knew some of the main reasons for the "boiling blood".

Since then, a large number of experiments have shown that both of the above pathways can achieve similar results to the innate bloodline, but the specific effects vary greatly from person to person. After some acquired practitioners enter the state of "boiling blood", they become even more crazy and bloodthirsty than the authentic Virgins, and they have completely become humanoid puppets who only know how to kill.

Even if the same person uses the same dose of secret medicine, it is likely that the last time he incarnated as a humanoid meat grinder, this time he was as harmless as a kitten, and even couldn't withstand the powerful effect of the secret medicine, and his heart burst and died.

However, in any case, the advantages of human beings who are good at induction and summarization have made great progress in the research of the unique field of "boiling blood". Many of the kingdom's secret agencies have special military personnel who practice the "boiling blood" technique or consume secret medicine for a long time, and it has long become a secret to each other. The emergence of unconventional forces at important moments can absolutely change the normal trend of history, and this is the consensus.

Everything has advantages and disadvantages, and boiling blood is no exception.

After entering the state of boiling blood, people look like unstoppable killers, but this so-called "crushing" state has never been sustainable, the more sudden outburst of terrorist power, the more it means overdraft, excessive overdraft of physical strength, fighting spirit will fade quickly over time, more and more obvious cause the boiling blood person's reaction to slow down, slow movements, and heavier and heavier fatigue will gradually occupy their brain and body.

If the combat mission is not completed before the end of the boiling blood state, the boiling blood who is trapped in the enemy line will be reduced to fish and meat on the knife and can be slaughtered.

Because of this, the state of boiling blood in battle has always been regarded as a double-edged sword, in addition to greatly improving combat power in a short period of time, once the momentum has passed, it is weaker than a child, and the sequelae such as the need for more rest time after the war are also extremely obvious, and too many side effects have led to the number of regular soldiers who have cultivated the way of boiling blood.

If boiling blood didn't have such a peculiar and reasonable side effect, I'm afraid that the countries of the entire continent would have been busy with magicians and pharmacists to bury their heads in developing potions to help soldiers enter the state of boiling blood, and they would be stimulated in time every time there was a major battle.

At that time, the two warring sides will become a competition to see whose medicine is more advanced and effective, and tactics such as military advisors who rely on their brains will also be treated as useless wastes and swept into the trash can with a broom.

Because of the deep understanding of the "boiling blood" state, whether it is a girl facing the enemy directly, or a teenager who is being left aside, he is all in the chest and does not panic.

Dawn twisted her waist and took two steps around a carriage on the ground, and drilled towards the carriage behind her.

The "brown bear" stared at the blood-red eyes, and did not look at the obstacles in front of him, and ran straight to the carriage, and slashed towards the carriage into which the girl had entered.

The sword light was everywhere, and the carriage let out a helpless wail, but unfortunately there was no trace of the morning light in the wooden chips that were broken on the ground, and the girl had already taken two or three steps and ran to the wooden box containing the miscellaneous items on the other side, with a calm expression, waiting for the arrival of the pursuer.

Jumping lightly between various debris and obstacles, Dawn deftly dodged the pursuit of the "brown bear", allowing the enemy to turn various objects it encountered along the way into pieces.

Dawn was locked and hunted down by the enemy, how could Normer and Plitander turn a blind eye? The two tacitly used their strengths to quickly and continuously "bleed" the boiling enemy, aren't you enthusiastic? I will simply help you again, and help you "boil and dry" all the blood.

The old butler chanted the incantation gently, and one after another the secret method of negative attributes was gradually applied to the body of the "brown bear":

Exhaustion, numbness, dizziness, sluggishness, ghosting, weakness in the arms, deep feet in the feet, all kinds of common spells that can affect the enemy's movement and physical strength, superimposed on the enemy, the effect is that the "brown bear" seems to sweep all the mighty and domineering, and weakens step by step faster than normal.

Normer took out his longbow again and aimed at the soft underbelly of the enemy's body, shooting where it was weak and important, and all the ankles, knees, elbows, and underribs were all the key targets of the young man.

Every time the feather arrow is fired, the "brown bear" that is hit by the arrow will shake heavily, and then he can't control the anger in his heart, and continues to kill towards the morning light regardless of it.

Feathered arrows from the teenager shot one after another, turning the stout "brown bear" into a larger "porcupine", with feathered arrows stuck everywhere on its body, and the "porcupine" wielding its heavy sword, as well as the pace of its feet, have gradually slowed down, and even often paused.

That's the sadness of running into the Normer trio.

Whether you like to fight alone or fight, you can choose, you don't have to be polite.

If you choose to go head-to-head, you're the one who singles out all three of them at the same time, but what about a fight? It's all three of them who beat you up at the same time.

You only have the right to choose to accept, but there is no possibility of bargaining.

The "brown bear", whose thinking is becoming more and more inflexible, has deeply tasted this sad taste at this moment.

"No!"

A painful roar came from the leader of Morabi, who was busy dealing with Battle, who had been trapped by the opponent's tenacious and tenacious sniping, and only then did he have time to notice the abnormality of his deputy, and of course, he was deeply aware of the danger of the seemingly powerful "brown bear" situation that penetrated into the mercenary formation like no one.

Without waiting for Morabi to do something to save his deputy, as if to prove how correct his judgment was, the "brown bear" just used up all the power brought by the boiling blood in this second, as if it was pressed by a whole mountain, the "brown bear" felt weak, and the feeling of extreme exhaustion surged to all parts of the body, not to mention that he couldn't lift the big sword in his hand, and even his eyelids could barely open, and he wanted to fall to the ground immediately and fall asleep, regardless of how his enemies would deal with him.

Dawn fulfills the "Brown Bear's" wish to hibernate early, and in order to show her sincerity, and in return for the "Brown Bear's" perseverance in chasing herself, the girl decides to grant him eternal sleep, never to wake up again, and no longer have to bother dealing with mercenary groups.

With a flick of her feet, a wonderful arc crossed, and the girl's graceful demeanor flew high in front of the enemy, just to the height of looking down on the "brown bear", and then the arms were staggered, and a pair of sharp short swords were combined into the shape of scissors, and the blades fell right on the enemy's neck.

The black and white rays of light flashed, and the twin swords that split outward in an instant swept past the enemy's neck, and the "brown bear's" large, bearded head was "cut" out like this, flew up to the side of the shoulder, rose and swept a parabola, and then fell, falling to the ground and rolling on the ground.

It wasn't until the head of the "Brown Bear" rolled to a broken shield and came to a stop that hot blood splattered from his broken flat neck and sprayed everywhere around!