"Is this the training method passed down from generation to generation in the Berserker race?”
I was really shocked. If it were the Krosbell Garrison, it would be more than enough to kill a few people. How many people would die from diseases such as gastric ulcers and intestinal inflammation? The non-combat casualties caused by the rectocele alone would be enough to give the commander a headache.
However…
"Hey, Guild Leader, don't tell me you want me to undergo this kind of training?”
I'm afraid of worms, but I'm more afraid of maggots! What do you mean by the taste of pus exploding in your mouth? Just thinking about it made me shudder.
" That 'spatial magic' of yours shouldn't let you go hungry," Bader said as he recalled the beef jerky I ate in my Dimensional Pocket."So there's no need for these."
"If there's nothing else, just beat them up." He pointed at the hunters who were training.
Oh, a combat coach…That's not bad. Chong Lin was also the coach of the 800,000-strong Imperial Army.
We walked slowly among the hunters.
Under Bader's lead, they entered a cave with an entrance hidden behind branches and vines.
……
…………
" It's the same in any world…" I sighed.
"Hmm? What did you say?"
Bader's ears were sharp, and he immediately asked me.
"It's nothing. I'm just lamenting. You can't just look at the surface of everything.”
When the leaders and the grassroots share weal and woe, do you know where the little stove is?
In the place you think is the hardest…
A soft bed, a bright light, a bar full of wine, a jukebox leaning against the rock wall, and the most exaggerated thing was a living pool with a heater…
Give me back my previous admiration, you bastard!
"The direct descendants of the Orlando family don't need those useless training.”
Father Bader seemed to know what I was thinking and directly answered the question in my mind.
"Fight. Only fight is our only purpose.”
It was unknown if he was seeing things, but a hint of sadness flashed in his eyes as he laughed.
Is it the fate of the Berserker family…The so-called tradition is a habit that even one can't differentiate between good and bad. It's very difficult for people who have been immersed in it since they were young to escape this cycle of reincarnation by themselves. Was the regiment commander happy or sad? It seemed that no matter who it was, there was no pure smile or pure cry. Wasn't the madness of being immersed in battle a confusion about his own existence?
The more one was immersed in happiness, the more empty one would be.
"What's with that look? Combat is the pride of our race!!!”
Yes, it was indeed the only answer that was proud, without thinking, and had been branded into the bone marrow by the heavy tradition.
Some people couldn't find the meaning of life; Some people's future pursuits were determined at birth. As the latter, he might be confused, but he had never doubted his own path. Was this called drawing a prison? Perhaps, but I want to ask, isn't the vastest world also a kind of cage? Seeking freedom was the greatest obsession. The so-called enlightenment was nothing more than being trapped in nature. No one could get away with it. The uncle chose to accept it with a smile. Although it was bitter, it was firm.
This was the Battle God.
Father Bader chose to become the Battle God while laughing.
As for you, you ran away. Randy, the son of the God of War for life, I might as well call you the " second generation of the God of War." He was really a follower for a lifetime, living on his old capital for a lifetime. Has anyone heard of the existence of the War Ghost's Daughter?
I looked at the serious Landy beside me, and he didn't even look like himself.
His thoughts were interrupted.
"Brother Randy!"
A crisp loli voice!
"You and Uncle are back!"
'Activate radar-Red-haired loli discovered!' Oh, cute!
"That's great! I also want to fight with people!"
The loli's voice was filled with sincere emotions.
"Hahaha, good job, Sheila! But you still have to wait three years. You can only go to the battlefield when you're nine.”
Bader was very satisfied with this descendant of Orlando. This was his younger brother's daughter. Should he say that she was indeed the daughter of the War Ghost?
"Eh? Don't! I can tie with Brother Landy, and Brother Landy is going to be the captain next year!”
Bader was also helpless. Compared to his son, Shelly was indeed very talented. Although she was young, her combat strength had already surpassed the captain. Her personality was a natural hunter. She was not afraid of killing, or rather, she desired to kill. In a sense, she was like an ancestor. If the real " Orlando " was born a man, he would definitely be crowned as a berserker. If she wasn't so frank about her desires that she didn't have time to think about it, then she would definitely be the best candidate to inherit the Battle God's position, and Crimson would definitely walk towards glory.
Should I try? He looked at me suspiciously and continued,"Xie Li, if you can get the approval of this big brother, I'll let you lead the team to the battlefield.”
Hmm? Let me take her…
Good, very good!
"Who is this big brother?"
It seemed like Shelly had only just noticed my existence. Was her thought process single-threaded? I shouldn't be that kind of character with a low sense of existence.
" The youngest Company Leader, an existence that surpasses me in terms of martial strength, and a very sinister fellow." Uncle Bader's eyes narrowed slightly, and his tone became even more serious."A very sinister fellow!"
Hey…this will lower my impression in the loli's eyes…
"So powerful! Big brother! Can you fight with Xie Li?"
Alright, it was indeed a single thread. Did she only pay attention to " strength "…
Then, let me try again.
" Nice to meet you, lovely lady. My name is Femore. I believe we'll leave a pleasant memory.”
I walked to Bader's side and bowed slightly to Xie Li. Then, with lightning speed, I gave the uncle a " Monkey Steals Peaches ".
"Oh! My name is Xie Li. Big brother, can you teach me this attack?”
You see, she only paid attention to " how to hit " and not " where to hit." Also, your uncle was so touched by you that tears welled up in his eyes.
" Femore, since you've accepted Sheree, look at Randy…" The uncle was still teary…He wasn't cute at all, you bastard!
"Men, get lost!"
Just like that.
This was my first encounter with Shelly. To repeat, the first time you meet someone of the same gender is called an encounter!!
Enjoying the treatment of the Randolph clan, I also moved into the cave, followed by a little tail. It didn't take long for me to develop a good impression of this little girl named Shelly Orlando.
She liked killing, she liked the battlefield, she liked to gamble her life in a life and death battle. It was said that when she was three years old, she saw the captured enemy and asked,"Can Xie Li kill him?" She lived purer than anyone I've ever seen. The red-haired pure white girl lived her life. In her blue eyes, the world was bright because of " killing " The world was filled with the fragrance of blood in her proud little nose. Was it cruel? Yes, she was not stingy with all kinds of killing, even if it was torture. Pure? Yes, she did not kill as a way to vent her dark emotions. It was just a pure hobby. "Angel of Slaughter"--that was the impression she gave me.
I like people who pursue their desires. Rather than hearing people say," I should do it...", I prefer to hear," I want..." Ilia wanted to dance, and the girl wanted to kill. That's why I like them. This was the desire to break free from all restraints. This was the purity of purity. Virtue is beauty? So the beauty of human nature lies in the restraints? As long as it comes from the heart, whether it is love or hate, no matter how noble, no matter how ugly-I appreciate it. Only a person who wasn't hypocritical would be considered a 'human'. I love humans.
Of course, sometimes killing was also a form of love.
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