Thrall roared, "Frostwolf Orc, why did you kill this innocent old man? This is not the honor an Orc should have."
Bloodthirsty Berserker laughed wildly, "Ha, what honor, I'm from a gaming studio, playing games is for making money, honor my ass, it isn't worth a dime, I'll kill whoever I want, can you fucking control me?"
"You're not worthy of being an Orc!" Thrall roared and leaped forward.
But the Bloodthirsty Berserker launched his attack simultaneously.
Barbaric Charge!
Bang, the muscular Orc Lord sent Thrall flying with a collision, their levels of strength were entirely incomparable.
Bloodthirsty Berserker looked at Thrall lying on the ground and sneered, "Is that all... haha, thought you were something, just a useless trash. I am a terrifying third-tier big boss, and you dare to fight me with your rare elite status, simply seeking death. Come on, let me teach you what fighting means."
He then swung his axe to chop down.
