"Weak! It's so weak! Every year at the festival of the gods, all the people who come to our tribe are you weak chickens! ”

The berserker said disdainfully, and the warriors of other tribes around him who had a small temper were all speechless at the moment, and they all stood in place with strange expressions.

This is the strength and status of the Berserker tribe!

In this demigod snow country, few people dare to touch the moldy head of the berserker tribe, and even if someone touches it, they will quickly be retaliated by the berserker tribe.

After all, not every tribe can resist the counterattack of the berserker tribe smoothly like the Ice Bow Tribe.

Just before the crowd responded......

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