The ancestors on the Holy Mountain knew so much about the Wrath of the Berserker skill, why almost no one is willing to use it."
Halab spoke to Banal, but his tone sounded a bit like a discussion?
Hmm, that’s not surprising.
Although Banal seems to have returned to normal now, Hairab understood from what Banal said before,
It's not like this guy can't change into the crazy person he was before.
It would not end well if Balnar went mad again in the rage of the Berserker.
 “I know, I am feeling the feeling of my blood being burned.”
 Barnar said angrily.
The rage of the berserker is ultimately nothing more than the power to inspire blood.
 But how much bloodline power can a ghost have to burn?
 “I am not Orak, he needs to leave a little hope for his tribe,
 But I don’t need it.
 The Tagus tribe will be gone if it is gone, it has nothing to do with me.
I have never been a leader while I was alive."
Barnar bared his teeth like a monkey.
Perhaps an orangutan is more suitable for him now?
“No one would give the position of leader to a guy who loses his mind when fighting.
 In addition to fighting power, a leader also needs some brains, but your brains are definitely not enough.
 At least while you’re alive.”
Anda Kurgas walked behind Leah while talking.
 At this time, the three ancestors have surrounded Leah in the middle.
 Also surrounded was Rasuk who was struggling with the equipment in his hand.
 “The Shadow Fang is not out of my control yet, dear ancestors.
 Although I can’t guarantee how long you can rest assured, I think there will be no problem for at least a month or two.”
Lea was not angry, although generally she would be angry when someone warned her.
 It’s just that Leah doesn’t think there is any need to be angry.
“It’s hard to say. When I was alive, I thought I could die of old age.”
 Barnar retorted directly.
 After becoming a little smarter, Banal became a little confused and actually dared to ridicule others.
 In the past, if you wanted to ridicule Banal, you couldn't do it in a more subtle way.
 At that time, Banal could not understand it.
The Berserker’s IQ at that time could only understand swear words within a radius with mom as the midpoint and three generations above and below.
Even if it is extended to the fourth generation, 80% of Banal will not be able to understand it.
“Come on, wait a minute. I think the other guys are coming soon.
 At that time, we will find a way to complete Rasuk’s work quickly.”
Halab was not interested in communicating with Banal about swear words and sarcasm, as that was not the scope of his hobbies.
“Whether Skeleton King can come back is still a question, but I can only guarantee that Leoric will come back.”
 Lasuk raised his head and took a look while he was busy.
“Hey, how can a busy person like you still speak in person?”
Barnar said strange words that he didn’t know where he heard them from. From the look of it, it was clear that this guy didn’t seem to understand what he meant at all.
“You idiot, can you shut up? I’ll buy melon seeds for you later!”
Halab couldn’t help but choked Banal.
 At this time, other ancestors also appeared nearby one by one.
“Huh~Although I just felt that Barnal’s aura has become much stronger, is he in the wrathful posture of a berserker?”
  Cassius tugged on his whip beard, and a clear pulling sensation on his chin made him realize that this was not a dream.
“Well, things are going well with Banal, now the question is what to do with Shadow Fang.”
Kahn raised the two swords in front of his eyes, and then the two swords, one horizontally and one vertically, seemed to be aligned in his sight.
“Which one of us do you think can break the Shadow Fang?”
Talik is a little troubled. When everyone hesitates, a warrior is always needed to break the deadlock.
 “I miss Mocott...”
"Me too……"
 Kelic and Kalju said so.
It goes without saying who has shouldered this responsibility as the warrior who broke the deadlock in the past.
　　Morcott the Merciless.
 In addition to his determination, there is another reason for Wu Mercy.
To be honest, Mocott's brain is not very easy to use.
 So he is usually the first to be stubborn.
 “What are you doing? You can’t try it without Mokot?
 Or are you addicted to teasing fools?”
Halab stamped his feet, and the sound successfully attracted the attention of other ancestors.
 “Look at what I’m doing!? Look at the Shadow Fang, and then find a way to break it!”
Halabo shouted with lack of confidence.
The eyes of those guys only mean one thing.
“You said you can try it without Mocott, then why don’t you give it a try?”
Although the way of expression may vary depending on the personalities of these ancestors, for example, Cassius may include a bunch of words that will be blocked.
 But the meaning is the same.
 “Cassius, give me the molten slag in your hand!
You can’t let me hit a weapon with my fists!?”
Halab shouted with indescribable fucked up emotions.
“Ahem, this is the weapon I used when I was young,
 This is also the only thing I miss about my past!”
 Cassius raised his fist and moved his wrist.
 “I haven’t seen you use it again after Bulcaisel gave it to you!”
Halab grabbed Cassius's neck with one hand and reached into Cassius's backpack with the other hand.
 The relationship between these guys is so familiar.
 “You misunderstood, that’s not what I meant.
  I mean...
Me! If you take out your backpack, can you find it in my crotch!?"
Cassius punched Hyrab in the face, knocking the conqueror several times.
 Then, not satisfied with his anger, he took out the molten slag and threw it directly into Herab's face.
To be continued...