All-Professional Master of Darkness

Rasuk and others, who were more than a hundred meters away, could feel the mental pressure emanating from Qualkek. Hardinson, who was closest to Qualkek, also changed his face drastically.

"You have been hiding your strength." Hardinson's face was extremely ugly. The mental coercion emanating from Qualkek was extremely powerful, almost breaking his will. Not to mention whether he could fight with Qualkek, it took all his energy to be able to stabilize his body without shaking.

This is the momentum from ancient barbarians.

When Hardinson was young, he also challenged the three ancient guards on the top of Arreat. If the three ancient guards weren't just testing the challenger, he wouldn't have the slightest confidence that he could defeat one of them. It was this kind of mental coercion that exuded from the three ancient guards at that time.

Domineering, flamboyant, and unyielding.

This is the will of the savages, the first humans of Sanctuary.

"Let's do it." Qualkek seemed to be a different person, raising his sword with one hand and pointing it at Hardinson and said in a deep voice. The previous madness seemed to be just an illusion. The whole person looks as calm as the Arreat Mountains that reach deep into the sky.

"You have understood the ancient inheritance, and so have I!" Hardinson straightened his waist suddenly. A powerful aura that was not inferior to Qualkek's suddenly burst out from around him.

Rasuk and others in the distance were once again surprised. The mental coercion that came later was also extremely powerful, making people unable to muster the slightest fighting spirit. Although it is similar to the mental coercion exuded by Qualkek, there seems to be something different in it. As for the difference between the two mental pressures, no one can think of an appropriate description.

Boom.

Qualkek and Rasuk finally took action. As the two fought, a thunderous muffled sound immediately spread, causing Lasuk and others to subconsciously cover their ears.

"Go to hell!" It was a good thing that Qualkek didn't take action. Once he did, he seemed to transform into an ancient behemoth. The heavy sword brought out cold light and struck straight down again and again. He had completely given up his barbarian skills and was just slashing and slashing again and again.

Every time the sword struck, Hardinson had to block again and again, unable to find a chance to launch a counterattack with his skills. Every time he blocked a sword, he had to take a step back to resolve the strong force. After more than a dozen sword blows in a row, his arms became numb and he almost couldn't hold the giant axe.

"Because of you, I went against the wishes of my ancestors!" Qualkek's hair and beard were all swollen. He staggered Hardinson with a violent sword and almost knocked away the giant axe.

"Because of you, I bear a sin that is hard to wash away!" Qualkek slashed Hardinson back two steps with his sword again.

"Because of you, I almost destroyed the barbarian clan!" Qualkek took a big step and struck down the heavy sword quickly. There was only a crisp sound, and Hardinson was knocked upside down and fell three meters away.

Hardinson was beside himself with depression. Qualkek's sword strike seemed to be full of flaws, but in fact each sword strike was so closely connected that there was no possibility of counterattack. What's more, dozens of swords came down in a row, each one heavier than the other. The last sword strike just now was so powerful that it could almost destroy a hill.

"That's all your own will!" Hardinson roared, rolled on the spot, stood up, half-kneeling on the ground and stared at Qualkirk.

Qualkek's whole body was stagnant, and his momentum was inevitably stagnant. Hardinson's roar hit home. Yes, he abandoned tradition and chose to side with Hardinson, acknowledging that no one had forced Hardinson to do what he did. It was his own decision.

There was a time when he was also against Hardinson. But after the two sides were in a stalemate for a period of time, he witnessed that the ideas promoted by Hardinson had indeed greatly increased the birth rate of barbarians in a short period of time. So he chose to give in. In his mind, promoting the barbarian clan is always the first priority.

If you want to grow the barbarians, the population base is the most important thing.

Did Hardinson really bring shame to himself?

Qualkek was confused. The number of barbarians increased dramatically in a short period of time, allowing the barbarian clan to quickly occupy a strong position in Harrogath. This fact made him inevitably suspicious of tradition. His suspicion of tradition led directly to his siding with Hardinson. It was precisely because of his defection that the Hardinson faction gained an absolute upper hand among the barbarians.

"I was wrong. Was I wrong?" Qualkek muttered to himself in despair. The momentum around him fluctuated up and down, becoming extremely unstable.

Upon seeing this, Hardinson stood up and laughed loudly: "Qualkek, great successor to the title. No one can control your will. Everything is your own choice."

In just a few words, Qualkek's defenses were completely broken. The remorse for his race and the hatred for his lack of will made him insane, and he fell to his knees. The heavy sword fell with a clang on the hard soil. The originally intimidating momentum suddenly declined rapidly. As soon as he saw it, Hardinson's momentum completely took over.

"Hahaha..." Hardinson broke through Qualkek's defense and gained the upper hand in one fell swoop, and couldn't help but feel very proud. He held the giant ax in one hand, walked up to Qualkek, and raised the giant ax high with a victor's smile.

At this time, Rasuk and others in the distance were stunned. It was clear that Qualkirk had the absolute upper hand, but in the blink of an eye, Qualkirk became completely lost. What just happened?

Everyone quickly looked at each other and saw surprise in each other's eyes. No one understood what happened just now. It actually caused Qualkek to be completely defeated.

"Qualkek!" Rasuk shouted anxiously when he saw Hardinson holding the giant ax high and about to chop off Qualkek's head. They are more than a hundred meters apart. Normally, there would be no need to think about it. But when the giant ax fell, it only took a blink of an eye to chop off Qualkek's head.

Larsuk's roar made Guerrera and others react. Everyone hurriedly activated various skills to launch a race against time rescue. Although no one believed that Qualkek could be saved, the situation was critical and he had to take action.

Qualkek was not only the number one master among the barbarians, but also a spiritual leader, so he had to be saved.

Hardinson heard the movement over there and glanced mockingly. Among all the barbarians, including Rasuk, he was only afraid of Qualkek. Quar'Kek is the heir to the title.

Each heir to the title has a special heritage. It was like the sudden burst of ancient aura from Qualkek. One Qualkek is enough. He did not allow another barbarian who understood the ancient aura to appear among Rasuk and others.

Hardinson withdrew his gaze, focusing condescendingly on the face of the lost Qualkirk, with a winner's smile on his lips. Nordink's side has probably taken advantage of this time to capture the barbarian tribe. It's not easy to gather more than 3,000 professionals to sneak attack on a barbarian tribe that lacks top experts.

It took a whole year to gather the manpower brought out this time.

"It's over. From now on, I will be the king of the Arreat Plateau." The corner of Hardinson's mouth curled up, and the giant ax in his hand whizzed down without hesitation.

"No!" Lasuk and the others' eyes were filled with tears, and they watched in despair as the sharp ax fell down.

when!

There was a crisp sound, and a figure suddenly appeared next to Qualkek, blocking the ax blade with a two-handed sword: "How come you have Tyrell's aura on you?"