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The Berserker's hand crushed the half-blood boy to the point of almost half-kneeling, and the force was constant, forming a stalemate balance. The little orcs all stared at the two in front of them with wide eyes.

Even Sandru put away his anger and his eyes became solemn and cautious. He knew that if he could let his father test it, this half-blood orc was by no means an ordinary pariah.

However, this constant stalemate did not last long, and the middle-aged orc's deep eyes suddenly flashed with a cold light, and in an instant, a violent aura emanated from his body.

This murderous aura, so thick that it was almost substantial, directly invaded Mondo's irritable nerves.

Like a spark splashing into a pot of oil, Mondo's blood immediately boiled!

"Roar!"

Without the slightest transition, Mondo directly entered a berserk state, and the murderous aura immediately occupied all consciousness, and the strength of the body rose sharply.

He was half-kneeling, trembling all over, green tendons swimming in his arms, his eyes blood-red, like a fierce beast on the verge of eruption.

The Berserker's hand was still on his shoulder, but the strength was rapidly increasing, and a mountain became the weight of two, and it was crushed downward.

Mondo roared, shouldering the mountain on his shoulders, and knelt on the ground, straightening his waist little by little.

"Kill!"

He roared, straightened up, and shook the Berserker's hand away. Immediately, he took out the short knife on his waist and stabbed at the "Black Devil Tree" in front of him with the momentum of opening the mountain. The two are so close to each other, this knife is almost unavoidable.

The little orcs who were watching were all shocked, and even Sandru was shocked, and subconsciously shouted, "Father!"

The blade was almost close to the tip of the middle-aged orc's nose, frozen in mid-air. His two fingers, holding the knife in the middle, were as steady as a rock.

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In Mondo's furious eyes, his short knife was stuck in the dark magic tree, and no matter how hard he tried, he could not pull it out. This made him even more irritable, and his face was full of hideousness.

"Roar!"

The middle-aged orc suddenly let out a roar, this slightly desolate roar, with a snowstorm, like a waterfall rushing, washed over the half-blood boy.

The murderous aura boiling in Mondo's mind seemed to be hit by an even stronger aura and washed clean.

The murderous aura suddenly dissipated! He let go of the handle of the knife, and his mind went blank. Suddenly waking up from a violent state, the surrounding black magic trees returned to human, and this extreme change caused him to have a brief trance.

"Triple talent, such an excellent half-blood, it's the first time I've seen it!" The middle-aged orc's momentum suddenly withered, and his face was tired, he wrapped the bear skin more tightly, and sighed, "Millaga is really amazing. ”

The middle-aged orc put his hand on Mondo's shoulder again and patted it heavily, but this time there was no pressure, "My name is Cragg, the village chief of Greystone Village, and when Millga returns, you are welcome to the village." ”

"This can't be!" Sandru suddenly growled, "Father, he's just a half-blood!

"A half-breed is triple-talented, am I not dreaming. ”

"Compared to him, do we dare to call ourselves orcs?"

The little orcs came back from their shock, only to be shocked again. According to their common sense, the berserk talent comes from the glory of the ancestral bloodline, and the talent of the impure half-breed is as lowly as their status.

A half-breed equals a pariah, and it is impossible to be a real warrior. This is the common sense and perception that has been passed down from generation to generation by orcs, and it is also the root cause of discrimination against half-breeds.

"Is it just a triple talent?" Mondo was completely awake, he understood that the middle-aged orc's move was just a temptation, although it was very unpleasant, but it was a good thing to be able to try out his warrior talent.

"Yes, young man, three times as talented, barely a genius. We'll meet again, when Millega returns. Kragg gave the half-breed boy a deep look and turned away.

The little orcs with triple talent, even in Ogurita's training camp, are enough to attract the attention of the instructors and thus get more resources and care. For a half-breed, having this talent is simply incredible.

However, the half-breed boy did not show the slightest joy, and even Kragg saw a disappointment in his eyes. This made him very curious.

"Old fellow, do you dare to use a war howl, and are you not afraid of an early death?" said the blacksmith Tark, limping with a mocking smile on his face.

"A little howl purification will kill me!" Cragg smiled, "Old man, remember to let me know when Millegar comes back." ”

"No problem, let's go, let's keep drinking!" Tark put his arm around Kragg's shoulders and turned back to greet Mondo, "Boy, tie up the wolf and come over in a moment." ”

The two orcs turned to leave, and Drew, carrying his standard battle axe, glared at Mondo viciously, and followed closely behind his father.

The ice wind was still dancing wildly, but the little orcs were relieved, as if they had escaped death, and they were already drenched in sweat. The evil aura on the berserker's body is too strong, and for a rookie who has never been on the battlefield, the aura is as terrifying as that of a fierce beast on his side, and it is difficult to even escape.

Mondo was also feeling physically and mentally exhausted. Pat Lisa, the sitting wolf, on the head and signal it to relax. Under the spiritual oppression of the berserker, the ferocious sitting wolf was also silent.

This berserker named Kragg exudes spiritual power all the time, and he is as domineering as the legendary dragon. Not to mention wrestling with him, just standing next to him is a kind of torture.

Mondo bolted Lisa to a corner and went into the blacksmith's shop.

Old Tark and Kragg sat by the fire, and on the wooden table were two large wooden wine glasses. The two guys chatted hotly, and when they saw the boy come in, they glanced at it, and continued to drink and brag as if no one was around.

Mondo lifted the curtain in the inner room, but saw Sandru carrying a huge axe with an exaggerated shape, gesturing in it.

"Half-blood dwarf, do you dare to duel with your master!" the bastard orc grinned with his fangs.

"Defeated!" Mondo lowered the curtain and turned to leave.

"Little man, you just attacked and the uncle hasn't settled accounts with you yet......" Sandru roared, brandishing his giant axe and rushing out of the room.

However, when he saw the berserker's father's sweeping eyes, he immediately closed his mouth and stood honestly to the side and gestured with the great axe.

"This battle axe weighs one hundred and eighty kilograms, which is much heavier than the elite greataxe. Old fellow, your bastard boy has good strength, and he has practiced the 'Brute Bull Power' battle song!"

"He did inherit my innate powers. Cragg put down his glass expressionlessly, beckoned Mondo to come and sit down, and said gently, "It's the first time I've seen a triple-talented half-blood, and your father must be a great orc warrior." ”

"Tell me honestly, boy, is Millgar your biological father!" asked Tark with a wicked look on his face.

Mondo had a black line, not knowing how to answer.

"It won't be Millgah, he's a haughty fellow, and if he had a half-race son, he would have hid it, and would never have taken it to Razor Ridge for us to see the joke. ”

"Yes, that's what that guy is. Belch...... Who would that be, could it be a great character...... Gesar?"

The drink is called demonic water by the shaman, and there is some truth to it. Orcs drink too much, and anything can happen, such as igniting the fire of gossip in their hearts.

The two old fellows, one by one, even said Mondo's orc father nonsense, though they themselves would not believe it.

Mondo was powerless to complain, silently drank a glass of wine, and suddenly asked, "Uncle, is there a way to improve your combat talent?"