Chapter 271 Five-Man Team

"Wes, how many times have I told you to watch your back when fighting!"

Grera swung his axe to send the Moon King flying, and shouted at the bloody barbarian Weiss in front of him. He was helpless. This Weiss was good in everything, but he was too impulsive in battle and never cared about the movement behind him.

"Isn't there a captain?" Weiss turned back and smiled innocently, and swung his axe without even looking, and chopped a hellish evil spirit that rushed in front of him and flew away.

Looking at Weiss's innocent smile, Grera glared at him and slapped him without saying anything: "Remember my words. You may not be so lucky next time."

Wes smiled innocently, touched his slapped head and ran away in shame. This captain was good in everything, but he was too long-winded. He was beaten and scolded dozens of times in every battle as if it was a game.

"And you, be careful. These damn guys are stronger than before." Seeing Weiss running away in disgrace, Gerrera immediately vented his anger on the other team members.

It's unfair, it's really unfair.

The other three barbarians looked gloomy, and they all transferred their anger to the group of hell spirits in front of them. It's obviously Weiss's fault, we are just being shot.

Gerrera looked at his four team members who were frantically slaughtering the group of hell spirits, and veins on his forehead were bulging. These little bastards never make people feel at ease. Don't you see where this is. Is the second floor of the World Stone Fortress such a safe place?

"These damn demons." Gerrera quickly shifted his target to the hell spirits.

They are a team composed of pure barbarians. There are not many people, only five, but each of them is the best among the barbarians. Although there are only five people, there are less than two teams in the whole Harrogath that can break into the second floor of the World Stone Fortress. This is also one of the reasons why he is proud enough.

It was not the first time that he led a team to the second floor of the Worldstone Fortress. A team composed of pure barbarians inevitably has a huge fatal weakness. Burning Souls, also known as Electric Ghosts, are cunning long-range lightning that is enough to destroy any team without long-range professions such as mages. Not to mention the melee nemesis such as the Frenzy Hell Spirits that explode at the slightest disagreement.

But he did it.

The team of five has never lost a single person. This is all due to his personality. It is true that he is a barbarian, but he has a calmness that is rare among barbarians. Those barbarians other than Harrogath? He does not recognize that those guys who have inherited barbarian skills belong to the barbarian tribe.

Yes, he is a staunch nationalist, just like the Amazon tribe in the rainforest of Kurast Harbor, he is also unwilling to recognize those barbarians as his own tribe. This is also one of the reasons why no other professionals joined the team he formed. Of course, the more important reason is that he is determined to rely on the power of the barbarian tribe to recapture the holy mountain Arreat.

This time he led the team to attack the third floor of the Worldstone again, and he made sufficient preparations. The first floor was basically unable to stop the team, which was within his expectations. But when he entered the second floor, he keenly noticed that the demons here were somewhat different from the previous ones. The strength was obviously about 30% higher. The hellish evil spirits that could be killed with one axe in the past now need at least two or even three hits to kill.

"I won't give up." Gerrera roared wildly in his heart.

This was his fifth attempt to impact the third floor of the World Stone. No one in the entire Harrogath has been able to kill Baal for more than two hundred years and enter the next world through the World Stone. He paid a huge price for this. However, the successive failures did not defeat his fighting spirit, but made him more eager to prove himself. But now, he knew that this attempt would fail again.

The entrance to the third floor was not far away. He could even hear the terrifying screams of the hellish witches in the third floor. Seeing that he was about to complete the feat that no one in Harrogath had been able to accomplish for more than three hundred years, he could not achieve it. He only hated that his strength was not enough and he could not even deal with these hellish evil spirits.

"Hurry up and clean up the battlefield, let's go back." Gerrera struggled to pull out the blood-stained giant axe from the corpse of the hellish evil spirit, and shouted at the team members. Although he was unwilling, he still did not lose his mind. Being cautious is the key to whether a team survives or not.

"Captain, I can still hold on." Weiss leaned on the giant axe with one hand and grabbed a bottle of powerful healing potion with the other hand and poured it into his mouth. Just now, he rushed to the front and acted as the spearhead. His body was covered with scars of all sizes. The most terrifying one almost cut his entire chest open. But he seemed to be fine, full of energy, like a fighting madman.

"Weiss, you can't do it." Another barbarian, Joga, laughed and teased with all his might, leaning on his two-handed sword that was still stained with blood and flesh: "It's my turn. It's boring to follow you."

"Get lost, it's my turn."

"You idiots, of course I'll take the lead."

The other two barbarians also took the opportunity to make a noise. The whole team's fighting spirit was still high, and they were not affected by the previous battle at all. Even if the strength of these hellish evil spirits had obviously improved, it did not dampen their fighting spirit.

"Get lost, I'm the captain." Gerrera cursed with a smile, and no longer mentioned returning to the city. After all, he was still the captain, and he knew the tempers of these villains under his command. He said so, but in the end he still had to listen to himself. Such mutual teasing has always been their way of relaxing after a battle.

Before he finished speaking, Grela suddenly saw a Hellish Ghost staggering and standing up from the corpse behind Weiss. This Hellish Ghost was seriously injured, with his chest completely split open, and his intestines and other internal organs had already flowed out of his body. Suddenly seeing this scene, all the hairs on his body exploded.

"Weiss, behind you!" Grela only had time to give a brief warning.

He saw the weirdness of this Hellish Ghost. A violent force was brewing in the body of this dying demon. The Frenzy Hellish Ghost was the evolution of the Hellish Ghost. Often when faced with a desperate situation, the dying Hellish Ghost would activate the blood in his body and evolve into a Frenzy Hellish Ghost. This evolution was so fast that almost no one could react.

In just a short moment, the back of this dying Hellish Ghost suddenly turned blood red and bulged high, like a disgusting huge tumor. But Grela knew that this disgusting tumor contained extremely violent magic. This kind of evolution rarely occurs, but it is not without precedent. In Weiss's current condition, he couldn't stop a frenzy hell spirit from self-destructing at close range.

"Wess!" Gerrera's eyes were bloodshot, and a few drops of blood spurted out of his mouth.

At this time, Weiss also realized that the crisis was coming, and without thinking, he swung his giant axe and swept it out. Even if he was going to die, he had to chop this self-destructing lunatic away. The farther the better. It doesn't matter if he dies, since he has come here, he has this awareness. It's okay to reduce the risk of other brothers.

At this moment, a thin figure suddenly flashed beside the frenzy hell spirit that was about to self-destruct.