208 Berserker Blood

A ghost came from the side and stood in front of the big man.

"Hmm?" The big man looked sideways at the silver badge of the mercenary that was still spinning on the ground, and then suddenly laughed at the ghost: "You little monkey with hanging your arms dare to challenge me! I will beat you to death with one punch!"

As soon as the big man raised his hand, he heard the ghost's deep voice: "Flame Fighters! Second-class silver badge mercenary ghost! Challenge you!"

Those shining purple eyes made the big man stunned for a moment. In addition to being firm and calm, there were also some unspeakable things in his eyes that made the big man a little embarrassed. It felt as if he was facing a hungry lonely wolf, and his fierce eyes were staring at his throat!

Seeing that the bald Qiang and old Albert were knocked down, the ghost was really angry for the first time. A warrior had lost his identity when he attacked ordinary people, and when he saw an old man behind the bald Qiang, he actually did not be a samurai at all.

The people inside and outside the door have begun to talk about it, but the big man bent down and picked up the badge of the ghost and looked at it. Since the ghost has reported himself to the door, it shows that this matter is inevitable, so he can only respond: "People from the Flame Fighters? OK, I'm taking it! But you are injured now, so I will give you five days to fight in this arena!" As soon as the big man raised his hand and put the badge of the ghost into his arms, the challenge between the two sides was established. Five days later, if the ghost lost, everything in this badge would be someone else's.

"But before that, I still have to build an axe, old man, do you do it!" After collecting the badge, the big man no longer paid attention to the ghost and threatened the two masters who had just got up.

"I'm from this iron shop. If you beat me in five days, the hammer will make you a new axe for free!" Agui stood there, although his arm was still tied with a cloth strip, but he still showed some momentum.

"Oh? Then count the axe into the challenge," the big man saw that there were more and more people outside, and he didn't want to be entangled any more. He turned around and laughed and walked out: "Hahaha~ Prepare the axe. I'll get it in five days!"

Agui followed the guys and helped old Albert and Pei Jieluo up. The old man Albert fought with iron all his life. His bones were very strong, and there was nothing to do if he fell down. However, Mr. Pei Jieluo's body was not so good, and his old arms and legs hurt so much that his face turned pale. The bald man punched the other party and got up with a little blood on the corners of his mouth.

When I saw that they were all fine, I was relieved and suddenly remembered something: "Oh, I don't know who that guy was just now!"

Because it was the first active challenge, Agui was in a hurry and forgot to ask the other party's name, and the big man also deliberately didn't say it, because he liked that those opponents trembled with fear after hearing his name and record.

"He is a troll, a free mercenary and a master of fighting!" A familiar mercenary whispered to the ghost the nickname of the big man. The brother also looked at the ghost with regret and said, "This guy goes crazy as soon as he does it. It's very powerful. Little brother, you are too impulsive..."

"Ghost, you'd better not fight with him," old Albert patted the ghost and said, "At worst, I'll help him hit an axe. It's too dangerous to compete with such a rough man..."

A Gui shook his head and said firmly, "Rules are rules. People like him will never know what's wrong without a lesson!"

In everyone's caring eyes, the ghost left with a smile. He wanted to find Bailos to help arrange this game. This was the first challenge object that the ghost decided by himself!

No matter who the troll is, the ghost has decided to abolish him!

"What! Say it again!" The information in his hand was dropped by Burrows and suddenly stood up.

"Mouran, I challenged the troll. Please help me deal with it." The ghost stood straight in front of him and said without delay.

"Are you sure you want to challenge the trolls?" Belos asked for the third time, afraid that he had heard it wrong, because this troll was not an ordinary person.

"Yes, I challenged him just now, and he also accepted my mercenary badge!"

Bailos's eyebrows suddenly frowned into a Sichuan word: "He took the badge! This is troublesome. The troll has nothing to do with it. He is afraid of the beast behind him..."

"I've decided!" The ghost raised his neck: "I don't care who he is. I have decided to teach him a lesson in the arena!"

"Listen to me..." Berlos took two steps and muttered, "With your current level, this troll may not be able to beat him, but this troll has a brother named Crazy Lion, who is the top five masters in our arena! If it weren't for this brother, I wouldn't care about that troll!"

"Because there is a big backer of the wild lion, you can fight, but don't be cruel, just try to win a decent victory..." Berlos said with a bitter smile: "The troll has been arrogant with his brother, but there are so many fighters in the arena, but no one has really ruined him. You Understand what the reason is..."

"I don't care about crazy lions and dogs. He dares to jump out and give it to him like me!" A ghost's eyes flashed a cold light. He was originally a wild child in the mountains, and his usual gentle personality could not hide the arrogance in his bones!

"Okay, I'll help you submit the challenge, and I'll give you the information of the troll as soon as possible, but you must be careful in this competition and never be angry!" Bailos whispered that the ghost's badge had been taken over by the madman. At this time, if he dissuade him again, it would hurt the dignity of the ghost. Bailos knew that sometimes men would be impulsive and reckless, but he didn't expect that the smiling boy in front of him would also be impulsive and dared to throw the emblem at others without even figure out the opponent's foundation. Chapter.

The next day, the information about the crazy ghost challenging the troll was posted in the most conspicuous position of the competition announcement!

Berlos submitted a deposit of 20,000 gold coins to the arena, and then gritted his teeth and let the pitcher brother on the outside bet 100,000 gold coins on the ghost! As the boss of the ghost, Bailos decided to go crazy with him this time!

For some special reasons, the arena has raised the odds of the ghost 4 times! That troll is only three times!

The information of the troll is also put in the hands of the ghost. In fact, the troll is also a first-class silver badge fighter. He uses a two-handed axe and has a record of 32 wins and four losses. He can't even rank in the top 50 in Conoro's arena, but his brother named Crazy Lion is not easy to mess with. The four fighters who beat the troll are defeated the crazy. In the hands of the lion, he is either dead or disabled, and there is no one who ends well!

Crazy Lion! This ferocious senior warrior is what Berlos is most worried about, so along with the troll information, there is also the information of the wild lion in the top five of the arena.

Agui Caocao glanced at the troll's information and threw it aside, but dared to be interested in the information of the mad lion: "Seven wins and six defeats! And it has won more than 40 games in a row! Ha ha, this mad lion really has some way," the ghost turned over the information, and suddenly a message caught his attention!

"Can it go crazy?" A ghost's eyes flashed brightly: "He is still a mad warrior..."

The barbarians who can be mad have already disappeared in the long river of history, but their bloodline has been passed down through the combination with the mainlanders. Occasionally, some special characters are lucky to activate part of the bloodline and become rare mad warriors with madness, but due to the remoteness and thinness of the bloodline, even if Berserkers may also face one problem or another. Some of them have a short period of madness, which can only be partially crazy, and they become very weak without exception after madness.