The orc's howls can be released indiscriminately or "burst", which is related to the Berserker's mental target. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

When Kragg tested Mondo's warrior talent, he only released a trace of anger, and did not dare to use the "Fury" battle cry. Because the power of "Fury" is so great, even the hard labor without any talent, inspired by the "Fury" battle cry, will become a bloodthirsty murderer.

A true warrior, on the other hand, will fall into a deep rage, and may indulge in murderous thoughts for the rest of his life, unable to wake up.

In the arena, the orcs use "rage" in only one case - Makgoras! The orcs have passed down the tradition from ancient times - the sacred Makgoras - a duel to the death.

Makgora is also known as "planting flags". The most brutal and oldest dueling tradition of the orcs, during a duel, the challenger will plant a battle flag on the field to represent honor. This battle flag will eventually become a trophy along with the opponent's fangs and be taken away by the winner.

There are only two taboos for Makgora, one is that minors are not allowed to participate, and the other is that it is forbidden for high-level warriors to challenge low-level warriors.

For example, Berserkers, you must not challenge Blade Warriors. There is no glory in winning such a battle.

At this moment, this mercenary easily used "rage", which naturally made Kragg very angry. , this is the rhythm that makes the two little ones desperate.

Unsurprisingly, Mondo and Sandru immediately fell into a deep rage, murderous energy surging wildly, and snowflakes were pulled by this, flying around them quickly.

The audience was silent for a moment, and the villagers were also very knowledgeable, knowing that the aura of the two people on the field had changed, and the fierce and cruel murderous aura was also clearly felt by them outside the ten blades.

"Do you still want to be a spectator? Tarton, that bastard, it's not a big deal to watch the excitement, Sandru is very troublesome to launch a madness, and last year he punched the head of the Snow Clan mercenary in Falling Snow Town, and even I didn't have time to stop it. Kragg bared his fangs.

"Hmm!" said Milgah, his face unchanged.

"I'll go back and teach that bastard a good lesson!" Tark poured a sip of wine and stared intently at the dueling duo, with no intention of stopping him.

Sandru's eyes were red, his body was expanding at a visible rate, his muscles were squirming like a python, his bones were clattering, and his skin tank was taut like a killing machine in motion.

"Crazy Sandru!" someone in the onlookers shouted tremblingly, and then his mouth was covered, for fear of attracting the attention of the second goods. The villagers who were originally happily watching the battle didn't even dare to come out at this time.

Mondo felt that he was being targeted by a fierce beast, and the powerful killing intent of the other party was almost substantial, and even the air seemed to become viscous, making it difficult to breathe. If it were an ordinary orc, I am afraid that I would not even have the courage to escape.

However, the "Fury" howl also caused him to enter a deep rage, and the strength of his body rose wildly with the murderous aura until it reached an end, forming some kind of mental balance.

Deep Ladder Fury!

Compared to the "ladder rage" when fighting the undead zombies in the underground caves, he felt like he was entering a deeper state of rage.

If that time inspired three times the power of rage, then, this time, with the blessing of the "Fury" howl, the power of rage may have reached five or six times.

Mondo's heart was full of murderous energy, but a "silent heart" was still calm, firmly controlling the killing thoughts in his heart. The undead pendant on his chest also exuded an icy aura, keeping him clear at all times.

He didn't know how much his strength had increased, and the beast blood in his body was tumbling, filled with endless power, almost overflowing from his body. The left hand, which was originally sore and numb, has also returned to normal.

Even if the opponent in front of him transforms into a giant dragon, he has no fear.

Mondo stretched out his left hand again, hooked his fingers, provocative!

Seeing this action, not only the orc villagers, but even the mercenaries and cragg who were watching the excitement were stunned. With the blessing of the "Fury" trenches, can you still control your behavior......?

In an instant, Sandru erupted, kicked his left foot, and the whole person exploded like a heavy cannon. He was extremely fast, leaving only a few afterimages.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"

A series of heart-pounding crashes, snowflakes rolled up in the sky, sweeping the entire space, almost obscuring everyone's sight.

The villagers watching the battle did not dare to blink, for fear of missing the wonderful picture. However, through the snow dance, what they saw was the two of them slowly getting up from the snow, far away from each other.

What happened in the blink of an eye? The villagers were crazy about making up their minds.

"Rage of the ladder!" the mercenary screamed.

Tark grabbed the parchment wine bag and froze, the scene just now was completely unexpected, and at the same time as Sandru rushed over, Mondo also rushed up...... At the same time that Mars hit the earth, he dodged the opponent's fist again, and his left elbow slammed into his chest and abdomen, and at the same time, his right hand swung three times in succession, hitting Sandru's heart.

The whole confrontation was only in one breath, and by the time Sandru reacted, Mondo had already been knocked into the air. And he himself, like a mountain collapsing, took a few steps back, and then fell to the ground with a bang.

Kragg stared at his blood-red eyes in disbelief, and turned around and roared, "Millaga, who the hell is this kid?" only to find that there was no one beside him.

Millaga was already standing in the center of the field, his palms pointing at the two of them, "That's it!"

The response was a roar, and Sandru's blood-red eyes almost erupted with fire, and he rushed forward like a bull. Orcs who have fallen into a deep rage cannot be awakened by words.

"Click!"

Millega shook Sandru's hand.

Sandru's charge stopped, and he was furious to find that this orc, who was a lot shorter than himself, seemed to be a giant standing tall in the sky, and even if he tried all his strength, he could not break free from him.

"Roar!" Millega roared in the sky, the whistling sound was like ripples on the surface of the lake, caressing everyone present, calming the murderous aura in people's hearts. Even the snowflakes that swirled and danced wildly in the sky seemed to be tamed and scattered with the wind.

Battle Cry "Purify!"

Mondo felt as if the murderous aura in his heart had been blown away by the wind, and the tense nerves began to soothe.

"Poof!" Sandru fell to his knees, his mighty arms braced in the snow, blood staining the snow red.

Mondo crumbled like a weed in a storm, staggering from side to side, but rather bending. It can be seen that he has steadily surpassed his opponent.

Kragg pushed the villager in front of him away, walked quickly past his son, and rushed in front of Mondo, his sharp eyes eager to see through the boy.

"You're good! I haven't seen you for two months, and you're getting stronger. ”

"If it's the real Makgora, Sandru will most likely die at your hands. ”

Kragg clearly felt that the strength and temperament of the boy had improved incredibly from when they first met. At the same time, he had another delusion, and the teenager seemed disappointed.

Triple the warrior talent, bordering on genius, he was disappointed.

Now, he's almost tied with Sandru, and Cragg feels his heart twitching. This half-breed kid is either extremely arrogant or thirsty for power.

Who the hell is he?

"Rage rage, rage under the 'Fury' battle cry! Am I right? Sharu, tell me, I'm not mad. The mercenary at the door roared and rushed over, "Boy, I'm Tarton, the leader of the Frost Demon Mercenary Regiment, welcome to join us!"

"Tarton, you bastard!" Cragg roared at him, "You use 'rage' without permission, and I haven't settled accounts with you yet." ”

"I've long seen that these two boys are not simple, so I'll try them. Tarton grinned, walked over with a smile, and patted Mondo on the shoulder, "Young man, I formally invite you to join the Frost Fiend, tell me quickly, what is your berserk multiplier? five times or six?"

This mercenary used a battle cry to duel left and right, and Mondo was also very unhappy with this, he shrugged his shoulders and said indifferently, "I am already a bloodstone mercenary. ”

Undeterred, Talton laughed and said, "It's okay, the mercenaries of the world are a family, and we can also fight side by side." ”

"Sandru has fainted, Tarton, you bad bastard, use 'rage' on the two little ones, and if something happens, Lao Tzu will pick your skin. Tark roared angrily.

"Brother, don't worry, these two boys are not ordinary people. ”

"He's right, Sandru will be fine with a night's rest!" said Millga, "now that everyone is here, it's time to get down to business!"

.........

After a prayer hour, Mondo had figured out that two strange orc mercenaries, one named Tarton, the leader of the Storm Demon Mercenary Regiment, were brothers with Tark. The other is called Sharu, the deputy commander, a spearman.

The entire Frost Demon Mercenary Group is only six people, the scale is very small, but the combat effectiveness is not weak. Tatarton is a berserker, Sharu is a Blade Warrior, and the rest of the team are elite brute warriors.

In other words, there are no rookies in this mercenary group. They are a force to be reckoned with in any level of combat. In addition, it is not easy to reduce the number of employees.

The only downside is that they lack a shaman or arcane mage.

"It's an honor for the Wind Demon to be able to fight with Commander Millga. Tardon and Sharu punched their chests and saluted.

Millega waved his hand and said, "You're welcome, we'll leave Razor Ridge when we've eliminated enough trolls." The merit is counted as a wind demon, and I only take my share of the gold coins. ”

"Bloodstone is already a fifth-level mercenary group, of course I don't care about that bit of merit!" Talton picked up a huge wine barrel, put it on the table, and laughed heartily, "The ice wine of the Snow Clan, the top goods, after drinking this meal, you will also have the strength to kill the trolls." ”

Several adult orcs licked their lips involuntarily.