171: C171 Poor race

C171 Poor race

Long Bufan frowned slightly. If he wanted to solve the problem of losing control like the Berserker, Long Bufan could only think of two solutions at the moment.1

The first method was to use acupuncture to treat and seal the blood vessels of Berserker's neck, so that when going berserk, it would not attack the brain, but rather, it could be used for short periods of time. If it was used for long periods of time, it would cause the blood of the human body to become unstable and damage the body.

The second method was to inscribe runes on the skin of the neck to counter the impact of the violent energy. Then, he would borrow some foreign energy to sign a Soul Contract with a magical beast and use the contracted energy to protect the brain and clear the mind.

Due to the sudden turn of events, there were only horses and no beasts accompanying him. Furthermore, inscribing runes was only one of Long Bufan's guesses, so he temporarily chose the first method.

The surgery was actually very simple. Long Bufan took out a thin needle that he used to cultivate his body using acupuncture when he was still a child. Under everyone's astonished gaze, Long Bufan's right hand held three slender silver needles, which he stabbed into three of the acupoints at the back of Berserker's body. He then transferred his spirit energy into them, cutting off the wild energy that was affecting his brain.

Not long later, the previously crazy Berserker with bloodshot eyes gradually calmed down, his bloodshot eyes revealing a clear look, he looked around in confusion, moving his body, only to realize that his hands had somehow been locked by four strange gold hoops.

"What's wrong with me?"

The Berserker suddenly spoke out. His words alone caused everyone present to be dumbstruck, especially Da Qiang. His body trembled, and he looked at his comrade in disbelief.

After that, Long Bufan followed suit and helped the other nine Berserker s regain their senses using acupuncture and spirit energy.

"Brother Qiang, what's going on?"

"I can actually feel myself in a berserk mode!"

"Me too, my god, this feeling is awesome!"

Seeing that his companions were all showing signs of excitement under their berserk mode of battle, Da Qiang, the eight foot tall man's eyes were actually filled with tears ?

The Berserker was a pitiful race, despised by everyone on the continent of the firmament. Even the Goliath people looked down on the Berserker and said that they were a group of trash that could only be used as cannon fodder.

It was also because of this reason that the most powerful races in this land gradually separated themselves from the other races, turning into isolated tribes one by one, and continued to live in poverty.

Some Berserker s even took the initiative to go to the battlefield to fight in order to obtain some food for their own tribes. After going berserk, they would perish together with their enemies, weakening the enemy's strength, and eventually using their lives to exchange for some pitiful reward.

As for the other part of the Berserker, they were unwilling to become cannon fodder. Under the trend of taking revenge, they became robbers, in other words, Da Qiang's group.

"Giddap!"

Right at that moment, hundreds of strong men appeared at the entrance of the canyon. They rode their horses and galloped over, raising a cloud of dust on the ground. Each of them held a machete in their hands, and under the sunlight, it gave off a cold light that made one's heart palpitate. It was a terrifying aura.

"Gather all of you, form a formation and charge!"

Li Yun's expression changed as he shouted loudly.

The orderly sounds of footsteps rang out. Not long later, over a hundred cavalrymen leapt onto their horses, quickly forming a charging formation on the flat ground. They drew out the steel spears on their war horses, ready to fight!

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