"Uncle B is here!"
"Uncle B! Take them down!"
With the arrival of the Oak Guardian, Berserker, the players erupted in cheers.
Berserker stretched out his arms and struck the ground with force, roaring:
"War... Sacrifice!"
In an instant, his arms transformed into countless vines, entwining each half-orc...
Under the horrified and terrified gazes of the half-orcs, they were wrapped up one by one, their life force stolen, and in the blink of an eye, they turned into shriveled corpses, finally crumbling to ashes...
"What the hell! Uncle B, don't hit the small ones! Leave the small ones for us!"
"Uncle B! Take out that big guy with the wolf fang club! That bastard killed so many of us!"
Seeing Berserker wipe out four or five half-orcs in an instant, the other elves seemed a bit heartbroken.
Upon hearing the elves' words, Berserker turned his gaze toward Black Stone again.
A sense of life-and-death crisis suddenly surged in Black Stone's heart...
He felt his scalp tingle.