All-Professional Master of Darkness - Chapter 405

c405 Hardinson’s backup

Lasuk and others who were more than 100 meters away could feel the mental pressure emanating from Quarkek. Hardinson, who was closest to Quarkek, also had a drastic change of expression.

“You have been hiding your strength all along.” Hardinson’s expression was extremely ugly. The mental pressure emanating from Quarkek was extremely strong, almost crushing his will. Not to mention whether he could fight Quarkek, he had already used up all his energy to keep his body steady and not tremble.

This was the momentum from the ancient barbarians.

When Hardinson was young, he had also challenged the three ancient guards on the top of Arreat. If the three ancient guards were not just testing the challengers, he would not have had the slightest confidence that he could defeat one of them. At that time, the three ancient guards exuded such mental pressure.

Domineering, flamboyant, and unyielding.

This was the will of the barbarians, the first generation of humans in the shelter.

“Do it.” Quarkek seemed to have changed into a different person, raising his sword with one hand and pointing it directly at Hardinson and said in a deep voice. The previous madness seemed to be just an illusion. The whole person looked as calm as the Arreat Mountains that penetrated the clouds.

“You have comprehended the ancient heritage, and so have I!” Hardinson straightened his waist. A powerful aura that was no less powerful than Quarkak’s suddenly burst out around him.

Rasuk and others in the distance were shocked again. The spiritual pressure that came later was also extremely powerful, which made people lose their fighting spirit. Although it was similar to the spiritual pressure emitted by Quarkak, there seemed to be some differences. As for the difference between the two spiritual pressures, no one could come up with an appropriate description.

Boom.

Quarkak and Rasuk finally took action. When the two fought, the thunderous muffled sound spread immediately, shocking Rasuk and others to cover their ears subconsciously.

“Go to hell!” It would have been better if Quarkak didn’t take action. Once he took action, he seemed to have turned into an ancient beast. The heavy sword brought a cold light and chopped down again and again. He had completely given up the barbarian’s skills and just chopped and chopped again and again.

Every time a sword was chopped down, Hardinson had to block it again and again, and he couldn’t find a chance to launch a skill to counterattack. Every time he blocked a sword, he had to take a step back to dissipate the strong force. After more than a dozen swords, his arms were numb and he almost couldn’t even hold the axe.

“Because of you, I violated the will of my ancestors!” Qualkek’s hair and beard were all erected, and he violently chopped Hardinson with a sword, almost chopped the axe away.

“Because of you, I bear the sin that is difficult to wash away!” Qualke chopped Hardinson with another sword and made him retreat two steps.

“Because of you, I almost destroyed the barbarian tribe!” Qualke took a big step and chopped down the heavy sword quickly. There was only a crisp sound, and Hardinson was chopped and flew out, falling three meters away.

Hardinson was so depressed at this time. Qualke’s step and sword seemed to have flaws everywhere, but in fact, each sword was connected very tightly, and there was no possibility of counterattack at all. Moreover, more than a dozen swords were thrown down in a row, each one heavier than the last. The last sword was so powerful that it could almost destroy a small mountain.

“That was all your own will!” Hardinson roared, rolled on the ground, turned over, half-knelt on the ground and stared at Qualkek.

Qualkek’s whole body stagnated, and his momentum inevitably stagnated. Hardinson’s roar hit the vital point directly. Yes, abandoning tradition and choosing to stand on Hardinson’s side, acknowledging that no one had forced him to do what Hardinson did. It was all his own decision.

Once upon a time, he also opposed Hardinson. But after the two sides had been deadlocked for a while, he witnessed that the ideas advocated by Hardinson did greatly increase the birth rate of the barbarians in a short period of time. So he chose to give in. In his mind, carrying forward the barbarian tribe has always been the first priority.

To strengthen the barbarians, the population base is the top priority.

Was the shame really brought to him by Hardinson?

Qualkek fell into confusion. The number of barbarians increased rapidly in a short period of time, making the barbarians quickly occupy a strong position in Harrogath. This fact inevitably made him doubt tradition. The doubt about tradition directly led him to stand on Hardinson’s side. It was because of his defection that Hardinson’s faction had an absolute upper hand among the barbarians.

“I was wrong. I was wrong?” Qualkek muttered to himself in despair. The momentum around him fluctuated and became extremely unstable.

Seeing this, Hardinson stood up and laughed: “Qualkek, the great successor of the title. No one can control your will. Everything is your own choice.”

Just a few words completely defeated Qualkek’s defense. The repentance of the race and the hatred of his own weak will made him insane and fell to his knees. The heavy sword fell on the hard soil with a bang. The originally intimidating momentum suddenly declined rapidly. Seeing that he was completely dominated by Hardinson’s momentum.

“Hahaha…” Hardinson broke through Qualkek’s defenses and gained the upper hand, feeling very proud. He walked in front of Qualkek with a huge axe in one hand, and raised the huge axe high with a smile of victory.

At this time, Rasuk and others in the distance were stunned. Qualkek obviously had the upper hand, but in a blink of an eye, Qualkek became lost. What happened just now?

Everyone looked at each other quickly, and saw surprise in each other’s eyes. No one understood what happened just now. It actually made Qualke lose miserably.

“Quarkak!” Rasuk saw Hardinson holding up the axe and about to chop off Quarkak’s head, and he couldn’t help but shout anxiously. They were more than a hundred meters apart, and if it was normal, there would be no need to worry about it. But when the axe fell, it only took a blink of an eye to chop off Quarkak’s head.

Rasuk’s roar made Gerrera and others react. Everyone hurriedly used various skills to rescue him. Although no one believed that Quarkak could be saved, the situation was critical and they had to take action.

Quarkak was not only the top master among the barbarians, but also the spiritual leader, and he had to be saved.

Hardinson heard the movement over there and glanced at him with ridicule. Among all the barbarians, including Rasuk, he was only afraid of Quarkak. Quarkak was the heir to the title.

Every heir to the title has a special inheritance. Just like the ancient breath that suddenly erupted from Quarkak. One Quarkak is enough. He would not allow another barbarian who had comprehended the ancient aura to appear among Lasuk and his companions.

Hardinson retracted his gaze, and fixed his gaze on the face of the distraught Quarkek from above, with a smile of victory on his lips. Nordink had probably taken advantage of this period to capture the barbarian tribe. It was not too easy to gather more than 3,000 professionals to attack a barbarian tribe that lacked top-level strongmen.

It took a whole year to gather the people brought out this time.

“It’s over. From now on, I will be the king of the Arreat Plateau.” Hardinson raised his lips, and the giant axe in his hand whistled down without hesitation.

“No!” Lasuk and his companions were so angry that they watched the bright axe fall in despair.

Dang!

With a crisp sound, a figure suddenly appeared beside Quarkek and blocked the axe blade with a two-handed sword: “Why do you have the aura of Tyrael?”