Every inch of these Berserkers' bodies was wrapped in a layer of metallic scales, rendering them completely immune to blades and arrows.
This was the true ace of the Wild Horse Tribe, directly under the Chieftain's command. Originally, they were meant to be the final assault force, used to kill the Samurai around Constantine and deliver a decisive blow.
But now, even before the outer wall was breached, this ace force of the Wild Horse Tribe would be brought to the battlefield.
With an order given, over a hundred Berserkers from the Wild Horse Tribe charged forward madly.
Each one wielded dual blades, as swift as lightning. Their bodies, covered in metallic scales, resembled ferocious beasts.
"Roar… Roar…"
They roared and shrieked, charging forward without hesitation, like an unstoppable force.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh…"
Lanling's arrows struck the Berserkers' bodies, only causing them to stagger slightly as sparks burst out, and then the arrows ricocheted away.
