Three mercenaries

the Dragon Diaries

No one could have imagined that the Berserker's shadow could attack from different angles.

The four fast-approaching figures struck Émi's left shoulder, right shoulder, waist, and leg simultaneously with a sharp axe sound. The Berserker in the front roared, his blood-red eyes reflected on the same blade, like a stream of red hot iron, the head split down.

"AH... ..." a few girls in the bar covered their eyes and screamed.

"I summon thee in my name, come forth, Snow Wolf," said Eric, who had taken up his spear and shield to help Émi.

"You don't have to help me," Émi shouted as the axe struck. The body shook strangely, flipped a hollow somersault, and jumped out of the encirclement.

"Crack, crack... ..." after several sound, and the shadow of the sword hit the Berserker Shadow issued a strange sound, all broken.

The black sword cut a semicircle in the air, wrapped around Émi, and rushed towards the Berserker. The long sword fell on the Berserker's head, and before it could reactivate the shadow, the two-handed Tomahawk cast countless shadows, blocked the blunt sword with force. Without any pause, the black sword shot up only half a meter, and again, with the sound of the wind and the shadow of lightning, cut it down.

Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, jingle bells... Once, twice, three times, four times, five times, six times, seven times, eight times... ...

The same direction, the same angle, the same black blunt sword, the same black sword flickering like lightning. The berserker could no longer do any other actions. The Tomahawk could only continuously attack, attack, and attack... ... each attack requires a step backward to gain space for the next sword strike. Even a blunt sword, with such force, can cut a man in half.

The Blunt sword bounced again, and the angle of the Lightning changed suddenly. It made a weird half-arc, and Émi appeared in front of the Berserker's abdomen at the same time. "Ah..." the Berserker, whose Tomahawk was still in the air, exclaimed, a piercing black flash of cool air has penetrated the skin.

"Double-handed sword waist cut a section." Someone in the bar exclaimed.

Black Lightning disappeared in an instant, "Woo--" into a violent sword wind, sword in an instant from horizontal to vertical, mercilessly hit the berserker abdomen. The berserker suddenly flew up, along with the huge tomahawk, disappeared in the direction of the door.

The battle was so gripping that the men in the bar had just let out a sigh of relief.

"Howl..." a strange, non-human voice came from downstairs of the treehouse bar. It tore through the night reflecting the snow, and everyone's heart was immediately pulled tightly again.

The huge treehouse bar swayed like leaves in a storm, the walls creaked, and the west side of the house seemed to crack under the pressure, a huge figure came in, wrapped in the cold wind outside.

"Maniacal, he's maniacal," countless people exclaimed.

Knock, knock... ... heavy footsteps, the berserker reappeared, his fury burning like a shape, his body doubling in size, his upper half of his clothes bursting, and red sweat streaming from every pore, the abdomen has just been hit on the part of the sword exposed a palm-wide purple blood marks, blood-red eyes almost through the eye socket.

"You're all going to die... !" Ignoring the tables and chairs, the guests, the berserker charged at Émi like a raging bull, the hardwood tables and chairs shredded like paper in front of him.

Shit! For a moment, Émi's mind flashed on Eric's description of the berserker as a "War machine" in his cross-arms teaching, then the maniacal berserker is the terrible"Destruction Machine.". The so-called maniacal is a berserker's unique skill -- selling his life to Petro, the god of War, in exchange for several times the combat power, and some of the frequently maniacal berserkers can not even return to normal conditions. The berserker ignores any general attack-unless the head falls off, the Berserker retains his immense destructive power. The Berserker Battalion is treated with caution by any commander, and it is strictly forbidden to put any Berserker Battalion into a regular siege. Otherwise... ... As long as a few berserkers go berserk, then what you get is not a city, but a ruin.