The place where Su Ming and the masked Shaman fought was just an insignificant part of the battlefield. Besides the people nearby who would pay attention to it, no one who was slightly further away would pay attention to it.
Yet even so, the instant Su Ming removed the mask from the masked Shaman's head, he attracted all the people's attention in that small area.
Zi Che saw it, Yan Bo saw it, the other members of Su Ming's team who were still alive also saw it, and the Berserkers in the area also saw it.
Similarly, when the Hunter's head was lifted up by Su Ming, the Shamans in the area also saw it.
"Hunt the Shaman!" Su Ming stood there and lifted the male Shaman's head, then let out a low roar towards the Berserkers nearby.
The instant his voice traveled outwards, the Berserkers in the area immediately roared with him. Excitement appeared on their faces, and when they looked at Su Ming, their gazes were filled with respect.
There were not many Berserkers in that small area. There were only about a few hundred of them, but as they roared, they were repeating Su Ming's words.
"Hunt the Shamans!"
The battle cries of hundreds of people might not be too eye-catching on this battlefield. After all, the same sound lingered in all directions and could be easily confused by others. However, at this moment, these hundreds of people were emitting the same sound. In this way, it could cause a slight ripple in the entire battlefield.
The hundreds of people were located in the southern part of the battlefield between the Shamans and Berserkers. If anyone looked from the sky, the gigantic battlefield would look incredibly chaotic, but if they took a closer look, they would gradually be able to see some differences. The battlefield seemed to have been divided into four parts.
North, south, east, west. These four parts seemed to be the four main warzones. They did not have clear boundaries between them, but as the crowd moved about, they could still vaguely see them.
There were tens of thousands of people fighting against each other in the southern warzone, and death was a constant occurrence. At the end of the Berserker crowd was a place that was relatively peaceful, and there stood nine Berserkers wearing black masks. They surrounded and protected a middle-aged man with a fair face and no facial hair. That man wore a long robe, and his hair was let down. His eyes were bright, and there seemed to be a profound look in them.
He stood there and looked at the battlefield in the southern warzone silently. The nine Hunters from the Berserker Tribe around him stopped all the Shamans from approaching, allowing the middle-aged man to calm down and sense the changes in the entire southern warzone.
He had been standing there for a long time, as if he had been observing the Berserkers and the Shamans since the beginning of the war. It was as if he was rapidly learning and understanding some of the art of war.
"It has been a long time … since the Berserkers launched a war like this … The scale of the war that happens once every ten years can't compare to this. It's just child's play. Even the war that happened one hundred years ago and two hundred years ago rarely happened …
But now, in just a few short months, it has already appeared three times. " The middle-aged man's expression was calm as he watched his clansmen kill each other. He looked at the ferocious Shamans and sighed in his heart.
"There's no detailed deployment, no formation support, no commander's command … This is a chaotic battle. The only thing we have is the individual battles.
"Not only are these clansmen learning how to survive in this sort of battlefield, people like me are also learning. I'm using these battles to quickly master how to control this sort of battle …
"I believe that the Shamans are doing the same." The middle-aged man cast a glance in the direction of the Shamans, but the instant he looked over, hundreds of people roared at the same time at the edge of the southern warzone. Their roars traveled forth with a buzzing sound beyond the sounds of battle in the battlefield.
"Hunt the Shamans!"
"Hunt the Shamans!"
"Hunt the Shamans!"
As those voices traveled forth, they gradually spread out, causing more Berserkers to hear them and look towards the direction of the battle. A glint appeared in the middle-aged man's eyes as he looked over.
"Go and see what's happening over there," he said languidly. One of the Hunters from the Berserker Tribe beside him took a step forward with an aloof expression and charged into the crowd of people on the battlefield, straight towards the place where the hundreds of people's voices were coming from.
Su Ming stood there. The voices of the Berserkers around him turned into waves of sound that roared as he spoke. With a single move, Su Ming appeared beside Zi Che and Yan Bo.
Zi Che's face was filled with respect and excitement. Yan Bo was the same by his side. When he looked at Su Ming, his gaze was filled with respect that came from the depths of his heart.
"Sir Hunter, with you around, we can gather more of our people. When we gather together, our power will be greater!" Yan Bo said excitedly.
Once he obtained Su Ming's nod, Yan Bo took a few steps forward and stood behind Su Ming. Then, he spoke loudly to the people fighting around him.
"My fellow tribesmen, we will only be stronger when we have more people. What are you waiting for? You saw Sir Su Ming's actions. He killed the Shaman Hunters, so he is the Berserker Tribe's Hunter!
"Let's gather together and clench our fingers into fists. Let's go and kill the Shamans!" As Yan Bo's voice echoed in the air, Su Ming took a step forward and turned into a violent gust of wind that charged towards the Shamans. The slaughter did not stop, and blood rained down on the ground. Slowly, all the Berserkers who did not have any enemies beside them in this small area quickly rushed towards Su Ming. After a moment, there were already nearly 200 Berserkers following behind him.
This group of people stood out in the chaotic battlefield. Su Ming was not skilled in commanding, and this was not the place he wanted to train himself in. However, people were different. Yan Bo was incredibly passionate about this, and even Zi Che seemed to have some talent in it. Under their organization, the team of nearly 200 Berserkers charged forward like a long spear sweeping through the southern warzone with an indomitable will!
Su Ming was right in front of them. His will and presence affected all the people following behind him, causing the team to turn into the fastest storm that could kill the Shamans wherever they went.
There was no one who was absolutely safe in this scattered battlefield. Everyone would instinctively choose to get closer to the group that had more people on their side. This sort of subconscious action caused Su Ming's small team to continuously have Berserkers join them as they continued killing and moving around.
This was also largely due to Yan Bo's occasional low growls. Those growls would continuously tell the others that Su Ming had won against the Shaman Hunters and had become the Berserker Hunters. Su Ming's actions in the frontlines, his aloof expression, his determined gaze, all of these, and the white mask hanging on his waist were enough to prove that everything Yan Bo had experienced was real.
Yan Bo and Zi Che had suggested for Su Ming to reveal that mask. To the Berserkers who were already exhausted from all the battles they had fought until now, this could perhaps be a rallying flag!
Their numbers increased, and when dusk passed and the booming sounds in the green fog in the sky became even stronger, the number of Berserkers behind Su Ming had already reached 400.
Among these people were warriors from Sky Mist City, disciples from Western Sea Clan, fellow disciples from Freezing Sky Clan, and also the people from the various tribes in the Land of South Morning who came to participate in the battle.
They came from all sorts of places. Perhaps they did not know each other before today, but as they fought against each other, they formed a friendship on the battlefield through their flesh and blood. It was a friendship that made them shout together, bleed together, and kill together!
To the entire battlefield, the southern warzone was just a part of it. To the southern warzone, Su Ming's hundreds of people were just a part of it, and they were even a very small part.
However, the power that erupted forth from this small part was incredibly shocking. As they fought, they switched positions with each other according to Yan Bo and Zi Che's commands. Because of that, everyone had time to rest, and everyone had time to be safe. With this method, the team's combat prowess reached its peak.
All of them were not worried about the people behind them, because behind them were their comrades!
Comrades. This was a term that surpassed their fellow tribesmen on the battlefield!
Besides this, there was something else that gradually caused these people's gazes to become firm and their killing intent to gradually become sharp and fearless. That was an even more important existence to them, and that was the person who always stood at the forefront and never rested … the Hunter, Su Ming!
Su Ming was always there, right at the forefront. He was like the tip of the team as he fought against the Berserkers. Every single time he took a step forward, it meant that the team behind him would also take a step forward.
He was not skilled in commanding, and neither did he speak much. However, his existence was the soul of this 400 man team, because he gave the others a will, a will that would press forward with an indomitable will, a will that would not fear death!
That will was even more important than Yan Bo's commands. It was the motivation that pushed these hundreds of people forward. As long as they saw Su Ming still standing at the forefront, then all the Berserkers who were still alive after going through the battle would follow him without any hesitation!
This was the battlefield. It was a place where there was no need for individual thoughts, no need for soldiers to scheme against each other, no need for them to think too much, and in fact, no need for them to think.
In this place, the only thing they needed was this sort of will. If they had this sort of will, then in other people's eyes, they would be like a flame in the night that could illuminate their surroundings and attract people to follow them!
As Su Ming's team continued fighting, the eyes of the middle-aged man who was still watching Su Ming in the relatively quiet spot in the southern warzone lit up brightly.
Behind him was a Hunter from the Berserker Tribe wearing a black mask, and he spoke in a low voice.
"His name is Su Ming. He just killed a Hunter from the Shaman Tribe and became our Hunter … There are about 400 of them. If he doesn't die, then the number of people in the team will increase."
"Will … Will … I understand now!" The middle-aged man's eyes became brighter. Due to what happened to Su Ming, he had thought of a way for the Berserker Tribe to fight!
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