บท 328: Chapter 251 Okaglar Battle (IV)

In the face of such a formidable small boss, even a Natural War Maniac dared not be complacent.

"Roar!"

The Natural War Maniac threw his head back and howled, letting out an enraged roar.

Veins bulged all over his body, muscles rising like iron blocks beneath his skin. Dense steam white mist sprayed from his pores, and even his eyes turned blood-red. Extreme anger filled every inch of his being.

[Path of the Berserker: Fury]

"Even such a monster—"

"Can't withstand the charge of speeding cavalry."

Trischka fixed his gaze on the raging "monster" in the distance, gripping his longsword even tighter.

He bent slightly on horseback, accelerating the charge, extending his longsword forward in a thrusting posture. As his speed increased, invisible spell waves rose, making the sword hilt extend several meters like a lance.

This was the weapon crafted specifically for him by a master of Magic Craftsmanship from the South, —[Knight's Sword of Glory], a masterpiece of cavalry art.