"Roar!!!" A bluish-purple Orc had his shoulder cleaved by Solam's battle axe, yet not only did he show no intention of retreating, he actually grew more excited. With one hand, he grabbed Solam's battle axe; with the other, he raised his axe-like cleaver and brought it crashing down at Solam's skull. He was ferocious as hell!
"Fuck off!" Solam naturally wasn't about to wait for the bastard to hit him. He lifted his foot and viciously kicked the grandson right in the crotch. Amid a crisp sound of shattered balls, the brute who had been fierce as a beast instantly let out a string of strange noises like a rooster being strangled. His legs folded inward as he crumpled to the ground, and then Solam smashed his dog head in with a hammer.
It seemed that no matter how Berserk they became, balls would always be a man's weak point. It made no difference whether they still had their reason or not.
"Pah!" Solam spat out a bloody gob, then swung his axe and beheaded a Black Orc passing by before saying helplessly to Trism, "Damn it, these bastards are tough as nails. How are you holding up? If you can't keep going, go curl up in a corner and rest for a while."
"Cough! I can keep going." Although Trism was a power-focused ranger, his strength still fell far short of an Orc's. On top of that, Orcs in their bloodthirsty Berserk state had thick hides and high vitality, making it increasingly difficult for his scimitars to kill with a single blow. He inevitably became bogged down in close combat. His build was already quite impressive—though Drow were Elves, they were far stronger physically than surface Elves. That was why surface Elves were always at a disadvantage when facing