"We can't help the Berserkers!"

The sword and ax soldier had just finished speaking.

There was a heavy sound of marching outside the territory.

Even Xia Yu, who was in the territory, felt the earthquake.

The Berserker team of only 20 people is back!

The eyes of the 20 people were red and their bodies were covered in blood. There were also traces of bulging veins on their bodies.

What's even more shocking is that every berserker's waist is covered with wolf heads, and the headless wolf corpse on his back is like a hill.

Seeing this situation, Xia Yu's uneasiness became more serious.

Niu Er strode forward.

A white wolf head was presented to Xia Yu.

"Lord, the Berserker has fulfilled his mission!"

Xia Yu said in a hoarse voice:

"Is this all true?"

"Lord Qi, it's all true. Four hundred two-star and fourth-level wild wolves and one two-star and fifth-level wolf king were all beheaded without exception."

After saying that, he threw the huge corpse of the Wolf King on his back to the ground.

Xia Yu was so heartbroken that she was speechless.

"My wolfskin, my money."

"How can you sell it for money if it's cut like this?"

Zhang San followed closely, holding two wild wolf cubs that had not yet opened their eyes, showing a helpless expression:

"Lord, please express my condolences. The scene was too bloody and there was nothing we could do."

Xia Yu took over the two wild wolf cubs and felt a little better.

"My condolences? Did something happen to the territory? As long as the lord gives the order, no matter who they are, the berserkers will kill them!"

"I..."

Xia Yu wanted to curse, but then thought about the characters of the berserker warriors.

It's better to forget it, there's no point in scolding.

He waved his hands helplessly.
Chapter completed!