"Due to an unintentional mistake, the Pigiel warrior ’Hai’ offended the Orc king at the ti; to punish ’Hai’, the enraged king put him in a beast cage and captured an Icefield Giant Tiger to keep him company!" The Tenth Prince extended a finger and carefully plucked a strand of hair stuck on Ruona’s Dragon Horn: "We all know that the Icefield Giant Tiger is the apex of the food chain in the northern tundra wasteland—one tiger can easily hunt three snow bears! Just when everyone thought the Pigiel warrior ’Hai’ would be torn to pieces by the Icefield Giant Tiger, ’Hai’ let out a loud shout, and his anger flared up like a crown..."
"Good son, can you stop talking nonsense?" Liu Zhenhan laughed: "This isn’t anger flaring up like a crown at all; it’s clearly a profound state of ’Self-initiated Berserk’!"
"This punishnt is one of the eight ancient tortures, the ’Scorpion Cage’, such barbaric torture is truly humiliating to a warrior’s status! No wonder ’Hai’ went berserk, the king actually wanted him to beco the food for a fierce beast!" Helen sighed deeply: "Our Sal Majesty would certainly not do sothing so absurd."
"You’re interrupting again!" Ruona glared at old Liu and Helen, the little fox playfully stuck out her tongue and made a funny face.
"Alright, alright, I won’t interrupt! Nana, I’m not saying your educational thods are wrong, but aren’t you spoiling the child a bit too much? You’re from the Dragon Clan, aren’t you known for strict discipline with your offspring? How co you..." Liu Zhenhan shook his head at Nana, sighed, and cast his gaze into the distance where Tang Zang’s Fifth Prince was busy treating the female sword god.
"After ’Hai’’s anger flared up, a drop of blood burst from the corner of his eye, striking the cheek of the Icefield Giant Tiger!" The Tenth Prince coughed awkwardly, clearing his throat: "Strangely enough, the monarch of the food chain, with skin as tough as iron, was inexplicably knocked out by the drop of blood from the corner of ’Hai’’s eye! Later, the Icefield Giant Tiger caged with ’Hai’ beca more docile than a house cat, lying obediently at ’Hai’’s feet, not daring to move!"
"And then? Did the king release this Pigiel warrior called ’Hai’ and give him a position as General?" Moer, being too young, asked.
"He’s dood." Daisy said decisively.
"If it were the early days of the Bimon Empire, judging by the Orc king’s temperant, unless the other three Beamon tribe leaders with a voice in the council spoke up simultaneously, this Pigiel warrior would have no chance of preserving his life." Elise chuckled: "In ancient tis, the hierarchical strictness among Beamon tribes was beyond anything you can imagine today!"
"Elise Mama is right, the Pigiel warrior ’Hai’, unwilling to suffer the king’s humiliation, snapped his own neck and chose suicide." Ventéclair sighed deeply: "He died with great heroism."
Elise’s pretty face turned as red as a big apple on the spot.
Sotis the title of "Mama" is a form of torture, especially for Boss Elise.
The current trend in Firenze is worrying; the title of ’Boss Lady’ is slowly eroding Boss Elise’s identity as Divine Princess, and what is even scarier is that it seems nobody thinks this trend is abnormal, even most of the Sifs have started to accept it, or at least resigned themselves to it.
"Worthy of the Pigiel race, typical pig-headedness." Avril laughed uproariously: "Dying just like that!"
"To have the finger strength to strangle himself, he must possess extraordinary divine power." Liu Zhenhan sneered: "If it were , the Orc king better not put in the beast cage, even if he touches one finger of mine, I’d peel off three layers of his skin."
No one thought Liu Zhenhan was boasting, given his personality, if he didn’t handle things this way, it would actually be odd.
"Father, you are the greatest hero of the Pigiel race and the Shaman of Divine Songs, ’Hai’ can’t be compared to you." Ventéclair smoothly flattered old Liu and continued: "It is precisely because of ’Hai’’s story that gave an unexpected inspiration: since ’Hai’ could use his anger to provoke blood to knock down a giant tiger, why can’t I do the sa? With this thought in mind, I tried to find a way to transform ’Berserk’ into an offensive battle skill!"
"Without a doubt, you succeeded."
"No!" Ventéclair’s expression suddenly beca excited: "To perfect ’Iron Blood Berserk’, I tried seven hundred and forty-three thods, but I still couldn’t use anger to provoke blood-generated combat power after entering ’Self-initiated Berserk’..."
"...Until later, I finally rembered the psychoanesthesia and self-hypnosis of the fanatical Mages, with this thod I solved how to use anger to provoke blood to form an attack thod. After countless experints, I found a way to guide blood through tal weapons, releasing iron-blooded attack thods, finally achieving the success of ’Iron Blood Berserk’!" Ventéclair added after so thought: "Actually, ’Iron Blood Berserk’ isn’t complicated at all, it can even be said to be absurdly simple, any Beamon warrior capable of ’Self-initiating Berserk’ can easily achieve ’Iron Blood Berserk’! All we need to do is enter the berserk state, then concentrate all our spirit within, wholeheartedly imagining unleashing blood to attack the opponent. Once the self-hypnosis reaches the right level, with a weapon in hand, there won’t be any problem!"
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