Mondo finally understood what Millegar had said about why one had to be guided by a berserker in order to cultivate a powerful war song. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info because, the war song is not a simple roar, not the pronunciation of the throat. Rather, it is a force that can cause resonance between the mind and the body.

Only the near-physical spiritual power of the berserker can guide or force that power out of the body.

This is the inheritance of orc martial arts!

Orc martial arts cannot be recorded in writing, and it is impossible to comprehend its essence in a comfortable environment. In every epic war, countless war songs will be lost, and countless war songs will be created.

However, the secret war song will always be the diamond in the crown!

"I'd rather die!"

Mondo's face was extremely hideous, and his beast-like pupils shot out an incomparably stubborn light.

When the horn of the giant god sounds, it means that when the war begins, one side will not be destroyed, and the war song will never stop.

"Knock!" "Knock!"

It seemed to be the Storm Hammer of the Twilight Hammer Tribe, and it slammed into Mondo's chest, causing him to tremble uncontrollably, and his left knee slowly bent.

"Plop!" finally Mondo fell to his knees, his hands in the snow, struggling to prop himself up.

As if he had won a chance to win, the horn of the giant god suddenly became more and more agitated, unleashing an even more violent coercion, and the momentum was monstrous, as if he wanted to trample Mondo into the snow and trample it under his feet.

"No!"

Mondo raised his head abruptly, roared angrily at the sky, and the bruises on his neck bulged.

This was an unyielding roar that reached the depths of the soul, bursting out with a powerful and incomparable power, and the blood in the whole body instantly boiled.

Click!

The invisible aura that oppressed the spirit and body seemed to have cracked, and there were signs of collapse.

"Whew!"

Mondo roared again, but he kept up with the rhythm of Millega, breaking the spiritual shackles in one fell swoop! Mondo could finally feel that Milga's howl really had a trace of guidance for himself, directly affecting his spirit and flesh, making him involuntarily roar.

"Whew!" "Gah!"

Three times in a row, the horn full of savage aura made Mondo's blood explode, and at the same time, an extremely high-spirited rough aura permeated the bottom of his heart. He vaguely felt as if an imposing giant was hidden in his body, bound in a cage.

After he broke the mental shackles, the cage loosened slightly, revealing a trace of qi and strength.

This vast and huge will directly occupied his spiritual world, and then invaded his flesh and bones.

Under the guidance of the horn, the giant god-like thoughts gradually penetrated every inch of flesh and blood of his body, pointing straight to the tips of his hair and fingertips. He felt as if he was a sleeping giant, awakened by the horn, and a trace of strength was condensed in his heart.

Everywhere this thought went, the blood was boiling and burning, and the muscles and bones were being pressed and urged, desperately trying to adapt and fuse the power of the idea.

The most oppressed is still his spiritual world. It's like an ant that is trampled on by a big foot and is instantly trampled into the dirt, unable to move, and barely breathing. But he, an ant, did his best to lift his big feet to prevent himself from being crushed to pieces.

If it is one point stronger, the will of the giant god can crush to pieces, causing the soul to be destroyed, and in the end, the immortal will become an idiot.

Mondo struggled to hold on, and the process was so long that it seemed that he would not be able to support it for another second.

Eventually, the will of the thorn began to weaken, like a great wave, and there was a time when it would subside. The giant god's cage seemed to be clearer and clearer, and it was unshakable, and the will of the giant god was gradually forcibly suppressed, and it could no longer be loosened in the slightest.

The battle cry ended, and the giant cage disappeared from Mondo's sea of consciousness.

Mondo suddenly felt relieved, and the power that erupted in his body receded like a tide. "Plop", he knelt down in the snow, a trace of heat gushing out of his nose, and a touch of red dripping on the snow.

"The terror horn simulates the will of the ancient terror god clan, although it is less than one ten-thousandth of the strength, and it is not something that ordinary orcs can bear. He is worthy of the person that Agamagan has a crush on, and he can actually withstand the pressure of the trumpet!" Millega bared his fangs and smiled cruelly. "However, the backlash of the trumpet's horn is the most terrifying, and I hope you can pass this test. ”

Mondo sat in the snow, carefully feeling the power passing away, and a "black hole" that devoured energy seemed to be forming in his body.

This "black hole" was so terrifying that he felt that he was sucked dry in an instant, and suddenly he had no feeling in his whole body, and collapsed directly to the ground.

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When Mondo woke up again, the storm at Razor Ridge had already begun.

He immediately felt a frenzied hunger rush in his belly, his stomach screamed like thunder, and he wondered if he had woken up hungry. Previously, the bitterness and fullness that came from the bear bile in the stomach have disappeared without a trace.

The fragrant bear meat had already been roasted, and he tore off a three-pound piece of cooked meat, swallowed it in three or two bites, and then picked up the sheepskin wine bag and poured it violently.

"Are you fully recovered?" Millegar stared at him, his hideous fangs shaking, this kind of hungry ghost-like frenzy of eating and drinking, he had seen it for the first time.

Mondo swung his fist twice and replied slurredly, "No problem." With the other hand, he picked up another piece of roast meat. He ate another piece of bear meat of more than three catties, which stopped his hunger. With a long sigh of relief, he stretched his waist, feeling that his muscles and bones were full of majestic power, much stronger than before.

"Even a blade warrior, after cultivating the power of the giant god, will not be able to move for three days. Mirega tore at the bear's flesh and looked at him like a torch, "You have great shamanic talents, and I'm sure you must be Gesar's own son." ”

Sweating profusely on Mondo's forehead, he quickly grabbed a piece of meat and continued to stuff it into his mouth.

Milega snorted coldly and pointed his big finger outside the house, "From today onwards, cut down the trees with all your might, and cut down all the black magic trees as soon as possible, I don't have the patience to wait." ”

"As you wish!"

Mondo jumped to his feet and rushed into the snowstorm with his tomahawk in his hand.

Standing once again between the ice and snow, Mondo found himself feeling a sense of majesty.

Facing the ice storm, wielding a battle axe, and looking up to the sky and roaring, he seemed to be able to appreciate the heroic and uninhibited ancestors of the ancient orcs.

Powerful power permeates every corner of the body, and even his spiritual will is like a raging fire, surging and blazing......

Mondo couldn't tell how much his strength had increased, but he deeply realized that he had changed!

The cultivation method of the "Giant God Horn" seems to awaken a terrifying "giant" in the depths of the soul, and its huge and vast will has washed away the spiritual world of Mondo.

This cultivation method is a bit like a melting pot, integrating the spirit and power of the "giant" with oneself. When cultivating, it is to break the prison cage of the "giant" and let it exude its power, so as to "melt" with itself.

If the cage is completely opened and the giant is completely released, the power will not be earth-shattering. Mondo shuddered.

This so-called "secret war song" is really extraordinary.