"B Uncle is here!"
"B Uncle! Take them down!"
With the arrival of the Oak Guardian Berserker, the players cheered.
Berserker stretched out his arms, fiercely slammed the ground, and roared:
"War... sacrifice!"
In an instant, his arms transformed into countless vines, entangling each Half-Beast...
Under the terrified and shocked gaze of the Half-Beasts, they were entwined one by one, their life force was drained, and they turned into mummified corpses, eventually disintegrating into ashes...
"Damn! B Uncle, don't hit the small fries! Leave the small fries to us!"
"B Uncle! Hit that big guy with the Wolf Fang Club! That guy has killed many of us!"
Seeing Berserker annihilated four or five Half-Beasts in a blink, the other elves seemed a bit pained.
Hearing the elves' words, Berserker looked towards Black Stone again.
A sense of life-and-death crisis suddenly surged in Black Stone's heart...
He felt a tingling on his scalp.
Oak Guardian!
