The earth shook and the mountains shook, the swaying earth, the collapsed glaciers, the dense cracks like spider webs spread in all directions, and the torn glaciers were like the mouths of the abyss that swallowed everything, swallowing the shattered glaciers and mountains all the way, spreading towards the Berserker Ancestral Spirit Altar at a speed of lightning and flint.

Around the "Roar" altar, the five lazy polar ice bears quickly stood up, their huge soles constantly slapping the ice and letting out an uneasy roar of rage.

Like a sculpture of the five tall and majestic berserkers standing upright, they opened their eyes at the same time, their bodies stood as calm as a mountain as if they were rooted in the earth, and their rugged faces showed anger, "This is the sacred land of the ancestral spirits of the berserker clan, anyone who dares to disturb the peace of the ancestral spirits will definitely be regarded as enemies by the berserker clan, no matter who you are, get out of this land immediately!"

Domineering and unstoppable, the wild red hair flew, and the tyrannical aura on the burly body quickly diffused, and the strand aura merged into one, condensing in the air and emitting bursts of threatening aura.

The brutal cold has given the Berserkers the toughest qualities, and the fierce and powerful warriors are not afraid of any battle, even in the face of dragons and gods, they have the courage to swing the tomahawks in their hands.

The domineering roar was still echoing in the mountains, but the next move made the eyes of the five fierce battles instantly blood-red.

The Great Rift, which was rapidly spreading and devouring everything, did not stop in the slightest because it approached the Berserker Ancestral Spirit Altar, and the tall iceberg-like statues around the altar toppled violently in the violent shaking of the earth, or smashed to the ground, throwing ice in all directions, or simply falling into the deep rift and disappearing without a trace.

Size balanced. The neat patterned staircase collapsed, the spreading cracks, accurately, unstoppable, from the center of the circular altar, from the feet of the guarding berserker warriors, rapidly extended, until the entire altar, which covered an area of more than 1,000 meters, was completely divided into two halves, and then gradually stopped.

The sacred altar made of the bones of countless powerful beasts quickly toppled and collapsed, and the huge bones were either stained with blood or as white as jade. Sprinkled with a clattering rift. The ancestral spirit artifact, which was extremely sacred to the berserker clan, not only fell to the ground and was contaminated with dust, but also hung crookedly on the edge of the ice wall. If you are staggering, you may fall into the abyss at any time.

Guarding the Ancestral Spirit Sanctuary is the supreme honor of every berserker. Only strong warriors who have gained the recognition of the tribe. to be qualified to guard here, it is their honor, their duty. Every penny of the ancestral spirit altar is an existence that is more important than their lives.

Of course, for a long time, there has never been any intelligent creature, whether it is a human, an orc, or an intelligent golden beast, and no one has ever done the foolish act of destroying the ancestral spirit altar, which is senseless but will attract a large number of red-eyed and crazy enemies who are not afraid of death.

Ordinary fierce beasts did not dare to approach the vicinity of the ancestral spirit altar due to the ferocious aura of the berserkers and polar ice bears, and these warriors were not so much guarding the ancestral spirit holy land, but rather guarding the spirits of their ancestors and warriors admired by their own tribe, in order to show their respect for the powerful warriors of the tribe who had passed away.

The pitch-black rift that divided the altar in two, as if mocking them, whimpered outwards with a biting chill.

The biting cold wind could not calm the bloodshot berserkers at all, but made these crazy warriors more and more angry, the furious blood rushed into their minds with the anger, the muscles swelled rapidly like inflation, and the scarlet flames were like blood, and the raging flames that were as red as blood were burning rapidly on the coiled muscles that were much thicker than normal.

The roar of "Roar" shook the earth, and the five berserkers roared in anger at the same time, and entered a state of madness without the slightest hesitation.

The ancestral spirit altar they were guarding had been destroyed! the sacred land, which could not be damaged in the slightest, had been completely destroyed, and what reason was there to stop their anger and madness!

Thick and viscous blood-colored flames entwined, five angry berserkers, like the biting cold wind on the polar ice field, roared towards the powerful aura in the distance, and the five polar ice bears roared with the same ferocity, they and they were the closest companions, the most reliable comrades-in-arms, even if they were facing an aura that made their hearts uneasy, they would not hesitate to rush forward.

His slight blow created such a huge scene, looking at the sky shaking in front of him, a rapidly collapsing rift leading to the distance, after Jarvis was slightly stunned for half a breath, he calmly agreed, the strength of the golden fighter is strong, and it is common to destroy the world with a wave of his hand.

Although he still caused so much damage after he deliberately controlled the power, he was slightly puzzled, but in an instant, the glacier was too fragile to completely ignore, and he began to look intently around the collapsed rift for the traces of the damn lowly orc who made him want to scratch his skin.

But when the berserker's coercive roar, followed by a completely irrational roar, Jarvis couldn't help but froze.

There was no doubt that the name of the berserker was so famous on the continent that Jarvis thought of something in an instant, and quickly rose into the air to look in the direction of the rift, and an altar that had been completely split in half appeared in his field of vision.

Jarvis was stunned, his face under the dense fog turned pale in a very short time, the ancestral spiritual shrine of the berserkers was as sacred as the altar of the god of war of the Kampas, the church of the Holy God, and no one had ever thought of destroying that thing, because those fanatical madmen, madmen who lost their minds once they fought, even in the face of the gods, they would rush forward without fear of death.

Five fierce blood rays roared and rushed quickly, and the sluggish Jarvis opened his mouth for a long time, and it took several breaths before he finally held back a sentence from his throat: "Don't get me wrong! I didn't mean to! I'm willing to compensate!"

The wild hair almost stood on end, the cruel and excited smile on the rough face looked extraordinarily permeable and hideous against the background of the scarlet eyes, surrounded by scarlet blood, and in the angry roaring mouth, countless spittle stars splashed that seemed to have the smell of blood, and the five berserk bear warriors guarding the ancestral spirit holy land obviously would not stop because of Yalvis's weak and pale explanation.

"Respected Ancestral Spirit Guard, please don't do it! I have no intention of desecrating the Berserker's noble Ancestral Spirit Holy Land, I just have no intention of destroying it! I am willing to compensate!"

With a clanging crunch, a splash of fire, and a burst of energy, Jarvis held a jet-black dagger in each hand, dancing like a slippery loach in the water, casually parrying the frantic attacks of the five furious berserkers.

The berserker bear warriors who can tame the polar giant bears, each of them undoubtedly has the strength of a silver fighter, but they are now facing an incomparably powerful gold fighter, even if madness can more than double their strength, five berserkers, and even the five polar bears rushing quickly, are far from enough to pose a threat to Yalvis.

Fortunately, Yalvis didn't want to completely offend the berserker clan, on the polar ice field, he had no intention of destroying the Ancestral Spirit Holy Land, relying on his strong strength, there might be a chance to explain, but if he killed the guards of the Ancestral Spirit Holy Land, it was really unclear.

He could only wait for countless crazy and powerful berserkers to swarm in, and even if he could break out of the ice field and return to Rodman, those madmen would not hesitate to catch up.

"Tsk is worthy of being a golden fighter, even if he is besieged by ten crazy creatures, look at that blocking posture, if I had been chopped to mince meat by these crazy people!" The two culprits, still half-hung on the ice wall, watching the exciting battle in the distance, whistling lightly, Achill's golden head crawled towards the half-collapsed bone altar.

With a one-handed drag, the broken axe didn't move at all, and in Xia Zuo's stunned gaze, Achill put out his hands together, and the tense muscles on his arms were prominent, and then he dragged the axe into his arms.

Slightly sluggish pouted, Xia Zuo knew Achill's strength, with the current strength of the two of them, there were three or four tons of polar giant bears, both of them could play at will, what needed Achill's hands to pull, someone actually used it as a weapon, how much strength was needed to be able to wield it freely, "This broken thing is so heavy, no wonder it is treated as a treasure!"

"My little darling, it's finally mine!" Achill took off the animal skin on his body, wrapped the giant axe tightly, and carefully tied it behind his back, his eyes flashed with golden light, grinning and grinning, "Damn bastard, dare to fight me!

Mei Zizi tightened the beast tendon rope on her body, and after making sure that the binding was very strong, Achill turned her head to look at the battle in the distance, although only a few vague dots could be seen from their position, but under their terrifying eyes, any slight movement of the other party was clearly displayed in front of their eyes.

Touching the golden bushy beard on his chin, Archer smiled wickedly for fear that the world would not be chaotic, and pushed his arm against Xia Zuo beside him and said, "You said that these berserkers, the ancestral spirit holy land has been destroyed, why do they still maintain this last shred of sanity? If it were me, I would have played with that damn golden fighter a long time ago!"

Xia Zuo pouted disdainfully, Achill would play with people, although he had not known each other for a long time, he knew too well about this lion who did not have the qualities of a Campasman.

If the opponent's strength is inferior to him, and he is sure of victory, this heroic lion will definitely take the lead in the charge and cut off the opponent's head in anger.

But if he is faced with a golden warrior now, I am afraid that the other party will pour excrement on the statue of the god of war, and Archer can completely treat it as if he did not see it. (To be continued......) u