"I've hunted many magical creatures, but I've never tried a Berserker."
The image of a large, snow-white cat appeared in garen's mind.
It was the ferocious Tiger that he had encountered before. It did not seem to be an easy opponent.
He was already disdainful of attacking ordinary creatures. At the very least, only creatures at the level of the Arctic Bear or the Winter Wolf could arouse garen's desire to hunt.
Garen had never eaten Berserker meat before.
Although it did not contain any elemental energy, he felt that the taste of this violent species, which could crush most magical creatures with its violent body, would be quite good.
There were many cat hunters living in the ice plains of the extreme north. Most of them were ordinary wild beasts, and a small number of them were magical creatures.
From the looks of the ferocious beast, garen could tell that its original form was an ordinary wild beast, a creature called frost Tiger.
