"Fart, I ・・・・・・"

"You're just, where is the ・・・・・・"

"Phew, dream!"

"Bang, bang. "Another thing was shattered.

The roar of the upper seat, looking at this chaotic scene with a pale face, the scorching flames burning in his eyes, almost could burn this house.

Anger, disgust, tyranny, the anger in his chest made him want to kill everything in front of him, this is the mood of Whistling now.

It's been almost a month, and it's been almost a month since the last alliance was completed and he was elected as the leader of the alliance, but what has he done during this time? The answer is nothing, if it weren't for the tight urging in the past few days, the leaders in the alliance who can really speak may not be able to get together.

But whether it was a messenger or a leader who had already arrived, what they did every day was to add to the whistling, and some of them did it unintentionally, but some of them did it willingly.

Ever since he was touched by the chieftain of the tribe because he didn't have the talent to become a top warrior, since he built the Whistling Fortress, since he became the leader of a faction, he has never been as aggrieved as he is now. That's right, it's grievance.

Barbarians' worldview is very direct, rarely clever, they have always believed that a big fist is the truth, I have to say that their worldview is quite close to the essence of the world "the law of the jungle", but they are also recognized as the worst in grasping people's hearts, all of which stems from their thinking mode of saying anything and fighting if they can't say anything.

And now, Whistling is no longer a leader founded by barbarians, and the members are basically the leaders of the barbarians' fortress, he is also the leader of an alliance, but now Whistling regrets it, he really regrets how he could think of being this commander. How could he forget that he had eaten so many human beings, how could he dare to provoke these human beings who were comparable to demons and monsters.

The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, the more he thought about it, the more red his eyes became, his breath began to tighten, the ups and downs of his chest began to accelerate, his pale blue eyes began to be bloodshot, the green tendons on his body began to burst out, and even the muscles on his body began to expand, and suddenly someone felt that something was wrong with the atmosphere in the hall.

I have to say that the sixth sense of human beings is a very magical talent, just like someone sitting there well, and suddenly he turns around, even he doesn't know why he wants to turn back, but when he looks back, he finds that someone is staring at him.

The voices in the hall began to shrink, and some people had noticed the change in Whirring, and some were sluggish and were following the gazes of those around them.

"Madness, Madness, Battle, Warrior?!!!" Someone rubbed their eyes uncertainly, then looked at Whistling, and after confirming it again, they finally resigned themselves to their fate, and what they saw was indeed a berserker.

"What the hell! Which tribe drove him out, and we really want to thank that bastard for giving us this great gift!!" Someone cursed through gritted teeth in his heart, but he didn't dare to make the slightest move.

The people in the hall are all standing there like puppets that have lost the control of their masters, as if they are facing the world's top predator, all they can do is control and control, try to turn themselves into a pile of stool that everyone hates, and attract the attention of the trembling being.

"I knew that this task would not be so easy, but I could never have imagined that the first problem I faced was internal, and it was a brute, what a joke! Lei Ying, the leader of the mysterious force, looked at the roar exuding a dangerous aura with a solemn face, and said in a low voice.

The companion beside Lei Ying nodded with the same ugly face, and looked at the roar of the upper seat with fear.

At the beginning, human beings fought with barbarians for the domination of the Great Plains, and after a hundred years of conquest, the barbarians retreated to the plateau where they now live for various reasons, but the barbarians and humans also left a deep impression on mankind, and the berserkers were the most shining one.

Berserker, a unique class of barbarians, is also a unique name after the barbarian's own talent is stimulated, the awakening of the berserker requires humans not to know, but according to various intelligence, people have found that the lowest berserker is also at the level of a swordsman, if it is just these Thunder Eagle and others are not afraid of Ruosi, a swordsman They still have the confidence to be able to control it, and there are barbarian natural enemies among them, magicians, what can make them so afraid is the barbarian's talent "madness".

The talent of madness has all kinds of drawbacks, after being stimulated, it will consume a lot of its own physical strength, and at the same time, it will also excite the emotions of the person to be greatly agitated and even out of control, a barbarian in the midst of madness dares to rush at any creature that is hostile to his perception with an axe, whether he is a human or a god, which also makes the berserker earn the title of the brainless and other despised.

But the big disadvantage means that the advantage is prominent, what are the advantages of madness? The sudden surge in power is the effect of madness, and at least it can increase by a large class, that is to say, a berserker at the level of a sword master will become a great swordsman after stimulating madness, and in view of the fact that the barbarians have never appeared below the level of the swordsman, so in people's cognition, as long as you become a berserker, you have the strength of a great swordsman, although the strength of this great swordsman does not continue to exist.

Although the strength of this great swordsman has not existed for a long time, but the people here are not fools, they have learned through various channels what kind of destructive power a great swordsman has, to slaughter their group of alliance leaders composed of great swordsmen, it is really too simple, they all know that a swordsman can also rely on the strength of the crowd to resist a resistance, a great swordsman should forget it! Everyone get a bento, wash and sleep!

"Whew, whew, heh. The sound of whistling heavy breathing reached their ears for a full five minutes, and these big heads did not make the slightest movement, and their eyes never left the whistling.

Finally, the red light in Whistling's eyes began to fade, his heavy breathing began to slow down, and a trace of humanity appeared in his eyes: "You guys, do I want to thank you." With a hideous smile on his face, Whistling looked at the big and small leaders below with bloodthirsty eyes.

One of Lei Ying's subordinates was just about to move, but was stopped by Lei Ying, and Lei Ying whispered: "He hasn't lifted his madness yet, don't act rashly." ”

A subordinate next to the two barons' envoys stood up: "Hey, you brute, don't you apologize for my lord!"

The subordinate triumphantly pointed his hand at the whistling, he didn't see how ugly his adult's face became: "You ・・・・・・ it!!!!" The subordinate's words were not finished before he finished speaking, suddenly a blood-colored light flashed, like a round of blood-colored crescent, round and radiant, and then the subordinate who was still triumphant just now became two halves, from the top of the head to the soles of the feet, very even, as if a piece of paper was evenly divided into two halves by a paper cutter.