Chapter 427 Berserker

The Eighth Generation Shaman has not appeared for a long time. Even on the days of the grand sacrifice, the Eighth Generation Shaman would pass the buck to the great shamans below.

Few people know what he is doing. Only some very close shamans and leaders know that the stories about the God of Fire or the God of the Sea that are circulating in the Fire Tribe are all fabricated and spread by him.

In the words of the Eighth Generation Shaman, he is creating a god, making the Fire Totem of the Ming Totem realm into a god.

This cowardly and timid guy in the past has become a guy who looks a little arrogant.

But he is not only talking, but also doing it.

Every day in the temple, he is like an old Confucian scholar, studying scriptures and making up myths about the God of Fire.

"The Eighth Generation Shaman."

Someone noticed the tall and thin figure standing at the door of the temple, and immediately saluted and greeted him after calling out, followed by a chorus of greetings.

The eighth-generation witch raised the staff in his hand, responded to everyone's greetings, and then walked down the steps.

His speed was very slow, even not as fast as before, but very rhythmic and majestic.

When he walked step by step in front of the envoy of the Ice Bear Tribe, he had already held his head high and chest out, posing a condescending attitude.

"Who allowed this person to scatter and roll in front of the Fire Tribe Alliance Altar Square? Doesn't the executive chief know the sacredness of the square recorded in the code?"

His voice was not loud, and the ending tone was slightly upward, and his eyes were not fixed on these messengers, but on the executive chief of the Code Tribe not far away.

"It's the Ice Bear Tribe's messenger. He has no sense of shame and is making a big noise in the sacred place."

The executive leader cooperated and ridiculed the Ice Bear Tribe's messenger.

"I am the Ice Bear Tribe's messenger. You treat me like this. Aren't you afraid of the Ice Bear Totem's wrath?"

The messenger was also very courageous. He was not afraid of the Eighth Generation Shaman at all and questioned angrily.

"If the Ice Bear Tribe knew how to respect the Fire Tribe Alliance, they would send a shaman or a leader to invite them, not you, a barbarian who didn't know where you came from."

The shaman said in a tougher tone.

The reason why the Fire Tribe Alliance treated the Ice Bear Tribe's messenger so contemptuously was because they did not have someone of sufficient level to invite the Fire Totem to the north.

It is said that the envoy who was responsible for inviting the Miao tribe totem was the leader of the Ice Bear tribe, which made the top leaders of the Fire Tribe Alliance even more dissatisfied.

"If there was no Ice Bear tribe, the Fire Tribe would still be eating fish in the East China Sea. What qualifications do you have to ask the Ice Bear tribe to treat you equally?"

After this sentence was spoken, the atmosphere in the square suddenly became cold, and the witches and leaders gathered here looked at him with unfriendly eyes.

"How many warriors came from the Ice Bear tribe?"

The voice of the eighth generation witch was still majestic, and there was no anger in it.

"Eight hundred warriors."

Xin answered for the envoy of the Ice Bear tribe.

The eighth generation witch glanced at her, and even in such an environment, she did not forget to smile, and Xin also smiled in response.

"How many Ice Bear tribe warriors are there?"

The eighth generation witch continued to ask.

"Three hundred."

It was still Xin who answered.

The eighth-generation witch nodded and said, "Fight. If the Fire Tribe Alliance loses, the Fire Totem will go north. If you lose, go back and ask your witch or leader to come."

The messenger was stunned for a moment, then frowned and said, "Will you send Shi?"

The eighth-generation witch shook his head and said, "Only the most ordinary warriors will participate in the battle, no one else."

"Okay."

The messenger immediately agreed.

In his opinion, the warriors of the Fire Tribe are not enough to compete with the warriors of the Ice Bear Tribe.

The battlefield naturally cannot be carried out in the square. Everyone said that outside the South City Gate, the witches and leaders were standing on the city wall, and the Ice Bear Tribe's team was slowly walking out of the city gate.

"Where is the Fire Tribe team?"

asked the Ice Bear Tribe messenger.

"They are coming."

Xin answered on behalf of the eighth-generation witch.

Following her gaze, the Ice Bear Tribe messenger saw a group of people walking out of the wind and snow.

They were wearing tattered animal skins, and had heavy red copper chains on their hands and feet. If you look closely at their faces and hands, you will find that they are covered with cracked skin.

Just one look can confirm that this is a team that has been through a lot.

"Can warriors like this fight?"

The Ice Bear Warrior asked with disdain.

In his opinion, they are more like prisoners, and they all lowered their heads, with dishevelled looks and no morale at all.

"Berserker, you will see how powerful they are in a moment."

Xin said to him with confidence in his eyes.

On the altar, Ba Xia was watching the battlefield from afar. He liked the excitement and loved to kill.

On Baxia, Sun Totem and several other totems were silently watching the scene in the Bagua space.

"If Shi could go to the battle..."

Niu Totem's voice was filled with regret, but before he could finish, Sun Totem interrupted him.

"His body is not fit for the battle."

There was a little sadness in his resolute tone. Shi's body was getting worse and worse.

Under the city wall, a Fire Tribe warrior was removing the heavy red copper chain from the Berserker's hand.

"Boom."

The chain was still on the ground, making a muffled sound, and its weight could be seen.

These warriors whose chains were removed still lowered their heads, mumbling something that no one else could hear.

"It's a bit weird."

The leader of the three hundred Ice Bear warriors murmured.

"You'll know after the fight."

The sturdy warrior beside him raised the heavy stone hammer in his hand and said.

"Are you ready?"

After the three hundred Berserkers' red copper chains were dismantled, a warrior asked the Ice Bear warriors.

"Okay."

The leader of the Ice Bear tribe responded.

"Begin the war."

The warrior didn't say much, and withdrew from the battlefield after giving an order, leaving the place to the three hundred Berserkers.

The only sound on the entire battlefield was the sound of the Fire Tribe warriors running back. The Ice Bear warriors were cautious and did not take the lead in launching an attack, and then they found that the three hundred Berserkers on the opposite side were more patient than them.

Many Berserkers had not even picked up the red copper stone knives at their feet.

"What are they doing?"

the sturdy warrior couldn't help asking.

"It seems like they are praying."

said the Ice Bear tribe leader.

"At this time?"

The sturdy warrior was very surprised.

"If they don't come, we will rush up, organize the team and keep the formation."

said the Ice Bear tribe warrior leader, and walked forward first.

They held stone spears in their hands, and the rear team held bows and arrows, ready to shoot at any time.

The team moved forward slowly, and when they were close to the Berserkers within a hundred steps, these Berserkers came alive, either picking up red copper stone knives or picking up bows and arrows.

"Shoot."

The Ice Bear tribe warrior leader waved his arm, and the warriors behind him began to shoot.

Almost at the same time, the Berserkers on the opposite side also started shooting, and some of the Berserkers in the front row holding shields had already started to charge madly.

"Swish, swish, swish..."

Arrows rained down on both sides, and the Ice Bear Tribe warriors relied on a tight formation and a small number of shields to defend.

The Berserkers on the opposite side, however, changed the fighting style of the Fire Tribe. They had neither a tight formation nor a large number of shields, and they ignored the flying arrows.

Those who should charge charged, and those who should shoot arrows shot arrows.

"Puff, puff, puff..."

Arrows fell, and the Ice Bear Tribe warriors who had no shields either used stone spears to deflect the arrows, or used the thick parts of their bodies to block them.

The Berserker team on the opposite side was different. They let the arrows pour down, either landing on their heads or their arms, without dodging or caring.

They made no sound, and had no reaction to the pain, but just attacked on their own.

The leader of the Ice Bear Tribe frowned. This was the first time he had seen such an enemy, but they were even more terrifying than the Ice Bear Tribe warriors who were good at fighting, daring to fight, and warlike.

"Kill."

He roared, threw away his shield, accelerated forward, and prepared to fight with the enemy who had already rushed over.

Except for the sword and shield soldiers, other warriors were not good at using shields. In fact, shields would often delay their actions. Therefore, experienced warriors would abandon their shields after engaging the enemy, because the enemy would not shoot arrows at their own team.

However, he underestimated the ruthlessness of the opponent. He regretted throwing away his shield just now, as rows of arrows were coming towards him.

Some of them would definitely fall on the backs of the Berserkers running over from the opposite side, but they didn't care, they really didn't care.

When he got closer, the Ice Bear Tribe warrior saw the madness in the eyes of these Berserkers, and their red eyes were full of brutality.

How was this team built... He only had time to sigh before he collided with the oncoming enemy.

The Ice Bear Tribe warrior was surrounded by a layer of cold air, which could effectively resist the impact, at the same time cause some frostbite to the enemy, and have the effect of slowing down the enemy's movements.

On the first day of the fight, the two weapons collided with each other. The Berserker took advantage of the copper stone knife, and the power of the sun totem attached to his body also effectively resisted the invasion of the cold.

"Charge."

The Berserker uttered two words calmly, and his body suddenly rushed forward quickly. The long knife in his hand was filled with the power of the totem. The whole person rushed past the leader of the Ice Bear Tribe and plunged into the Ice Bear Tribe.

The copper-wrapped stone knife was filled with the power of the totem, and it was powerful, leaving several blood marks along the way.

When he was exhausted, a stone spear pierced through his chest and pierced through his back.

Faced with such an injury, the Berserker just coughed up blood and smiled, and swung the long knife before dying, taking a life.

He was not the only one who launched this desperate charge. Almost all the sword and shield berserkers who rushed forward did the same. In an instant, the Ice Bear tribe’s vanguard was almost defeated.

"Mad man."

Looking back at this scene, the Ice Bear tribe warrior leader whispered angrily.

He was not the only one who was surprised. The Ice Bear tribe envoys on the city wall were even more surprised. However, the high-ranking officials of the Fire Tribe looked as if it was as they should be.

These berserkers were all criminals who should be executed according to the code. They were repeatedly preached by the Fifth Mystery until they lost their minds and were trained to be puppets who only knew how to fight.

In terms of battle formation, they were useless. They were almost the same as the barbarians of this era. They only knew how to charge and kill.

But when combined with the power of two totems and the copper stone knife, its combat power is quite extraordinary.