Two deformed and twisted arms hung weakly at his sides, and Jarvis sat on the iceberg in embarrassment, barely raising his head, his mouth constantly churning with pink blood foam, and while vomiting blood, he howled angrily, "Damn monkeys, damn orcs! Wait, I'll let you know the consequences of causing the Golden Fighter to be angry!"

The strong chest had broken a bloody hole with a diameter of thirty centimeters, and the snow-white hair on his body was covered with dense patches of scarlet, and the snow ape was half-hunched, reaching out to support the mountain peaks beside him, and a pair of scarlet eyes still fiercely glanced at Jarvis on the opposite peak. This article was first published by www.xstxt.org

The lungs were severely damaged, and the snow ape's strong body could not fully recover for a while, and his mouth was panting violently, and from time to time there were bursts of fierce beast roars from the depths of his throat.

"Snow Ape, I have no intention of provoking your rights here, if I continue to fight, it will not be a good thing for you and me, so I will stop there, how about it?" Alvis shouted in a loud and panting voice, the fierce beasts that can reach the Golden Fighter have all gone through a long period of experience, and each one has extraordinary wisdom no less than that of humans.

"Whew" The snow ape breathed heavily like a bellows, and a pair of scarlet eyes stared at Jarvis for a full dozen breaths before suddenly turning his head and leaving.

As the lord here, it has absolute authority here, but his status is also being watched by many powerful fierce beasts, once it is injured here that is difficult to recover, those fierce beasts that were suppressed by his ferocity in the past will challenge his authority at the first time.

It wasn't until the tall figure quickly disappeared into the messy mountains that Jarvis finally breathed a sigh of relief. A mouthful of dirty blood gushed out of his mouth, his body collapsed weakly on the mountain peak, his resentful eyes looked at the sky, and his mouth gritted his teeth in a low voice, "Damn orc! I will definitely pull out your skin with my own hands and let your soul be tortured forever!"

In the depths of the polar ice field, Xia Zuo followed in the footsteps of Achill for three days, dodging powerful beasts one after another, bypassing the towering glaciers, and after passing through the last rift valley, the scene in front of him suddenly became empty.

A circular square with a diameter of 1,000 feet. A neat circle of frost stairs. The height of each step is maintained at a neat one meter, circling and circling, carved into the ice field like a desolate pattern, extending downward in an inverted cone.

The perimeter of the square is every 100 meters. There is a huge ice sculpture of the head. Each one is 100 meters high. Although the carving process is simple, the rough abstract sculpture exudes a desolate and wild atmosphere.

The very center of the inverted conical square. There is an altar that is very small compared to the huge square, but the strange thing is that any gaze that falls on the square will quickly be attracted to the small altar.

Five upright icicles, on which lay a three-meter-long strip of ice, connected to each other and solidified into a simple pentagonal dome.

In the middle of the altar was a pile of animal bones, sprinkled with blood, and four huge white jade-like bones crossed into supporting hands, on which were a large double-edged axe that was a full man high, the axe was rusty, full of deep staggered scratches full of dried blood stains that had accumulated for an unknown number of years, and the blades of the two huge arcs were full of dense gaps, which looked like two saw blades that had long been in tatters.

The handle of the axe was pitch black, and it was impossible to tell what material it was made of, but it was smooth and shining with a heavy black light, and even if it had been on this altar for an unknown number of years, it was still not stained with a trace of dust.

Just at a glance, the seeping ferocious and violent aura went straight to the bottom of his heart, and what was quietly placed there seemed to be not an axe, but a bloodthirsty beast that had been sleeping for many years, once he opened his eyes, it would definitely set off a bloody storm.

Under the five icicles that supported the altar, each stood a majestic figure as a mountain, like a body poured out of steel, wrapped in animal skins, hideous armor made of animal bones, and a fierce aura emanated from time to time.

The strong arms are **, and the thick arms of the dragon are as thick as Xia Zuo's head, as if they are not afraid of the biting cold wind on the polar ice field.

Wearing a thick horned helmet, the thick red hair is scattered wildly behind him, the same thick and lush beard, but it is neatly built, and the animal tendons are tied into one or two thick braids that hang straight down to the chest in front of the body, and the rough face and body are densely covered with scarlet and blood-like desolate tattoos, making the fierce figures like mountains even more hideous.

Each of them held a pair of huge battle axes with the height of Xia Zuogao, and stood motionless around the altar, and if it weren't for the fierce cold wind blowing their hair, these sturdy figures would be almost indistinguishable from the sculptures around the square.

Next to each figure, there is a more huge figure, white fur, burly body, even lying on the ground, these polar ice bears are more than three meters tall, the huge body does not show the slightest bloat, and the warriors around him, the strong body does not see any fat, even if it is just lying there lazily dozing, or leisurely licking his giant palm, the bloody coercion of the seeping person is constantly seeping out from the body.

Behind the huge ice sculpture on the south side of the square, the two heads carefully poked out left and right, and after carefully looking around, they quickly and carefully retracted their heads behind the ice sculpture.

"Is this what you call a broken axe? is this what you call a little trouble?" asked in a low voice, Xia Zuo didn't give Achill time to explain at all, and simply turned his head and left, not using up a breath from beginning to end.

This damn bastard is purely looking for death, he doesn't have time to go crazy with him, and his life is very precious, and he doesn't want to be lost in this kind of place.

Ice berserkers, powerful humans who have lived on the polar ice fields for generations, they believe in the god of war, advocating fighting and killing, the evil environment of the polar ice fields has given them the most incomparably powerful physique that is not inferior to the orcs, and every berserker has grown up from the fight of countless fierce beasts and evil environments, and it can be said that their feet are trampled on the accumulated white bones of the same kind and different kinds.

They are able to master the art of madness, and they will not be completely overwhelmed by the overwhelming anger of the orcs.

If it weren't for the fact that they had the same physical appearance as humans, everyone on the road would think that they were orcs, but neither humans nor orcs have ever classified berserkers as humans, but have separated into a powerful race outside of the two races.

The berserker is one of the few races that can be recognized by the orcs, and the two races are so similar in nature that no orc will recognize their respected opponents, and they are from the same origin as those lowly and greedy humans.

And how could human beings, noble and arrogant human beings, admit that such a barbaric, murderous, tyrannical, and impolite barbarian race is their own kind?

Fortunately, the berserkers have lived in the polar ice field for generations, although it is cruel, but it is the birthplace where they have multiplied for generations, and only after the cruel experience of the ice field can they be a qualified berserker, so for a long time, the berserker family has never stepped out of the polar ice field and entered the continent.

Of course, the main reason is that the berserker clan has several talented and ambitious patriarchs in history, but their invasion was eventually blocked back to the ice by the Kampas Empire.

Although several invasions on the spot have all failed, every change of the berserker clan will definitely bring major damage to the Kampas Empire, and it can be said that for the current Kampas, the threat of the Berserker clan is even far above the already eroded human empire.

There's no doubt that every Berserker is a powerful warrior, and the Berserker Knight is the best of them.

The Polar Ice Bear, which is huge in size and has great combat power, is the most admired companion of the Berserker, and only a strong enough Berserker can penetrate deep into the ice field and tame the powerful Polar Ice Bear as his mount with his own strength.

Therefore, every berserk bear warrior is at least a silver fighter, plus the polar ice bear mount, which is also a silver-level fierce beast, the strength of the two in one is doubled, and every berserk bear warrior is a god of war on the battlefield, and everywhere he passes must be bloody and bloody.

It's the ultimate for Xia Zor and Archer to resist at most one Berserk Bear Warrior by themselves, but there are enough five Berserk Bear Warriors here, and it won't take long for the two of them to be torn to pieces by the Raging Warrior and the Wild Giant Bear.

And most importantly, where Achill, the bastard, picks and what he wants to steal!

Xia Zo now finally understands why the Sterling family, who are betting against Achill, would make such a big bet, because Achill's bet is simply impossible.

Berserkers worship the strong, worship battle, and like the orcs, they can only be respected in the tribe if they have enough force.

Whenever a powerful warrior returns to the arms of the god of war, an altar will be built for him, and the weapons of the warrior who fought with him during his lifetime will be enshrined, and the berserkers believe that the weapons of the ancestral spirits will give them strength and bless their tribe with greater prosperity and strength.

Although Xia Zuo had never seen the Berserker's Ancestral Spirit Altar, he knew with his toes what kind of place this was when he walked here, and the huge axe on the altar, from the dense scratches on it, could see what kind of bloody rain it had once followed its master.

Stealing a weapon from the altar of the Berserker's ancestral spirit?Desecrating the altar of the most revered warrior of the Berserker clan?Xia Zuo didn't want to be chased around by a large group of berserkers, once those madmen went berserk, they could rush forward without hesitation in the face of the legendary dragon. (To be continued......)