Infinite Movie World

Chapter 1516 Berserker No. 21
After leaving the Vault, Saruman took the magic elevator and returned to his room.

He originally wanted to go to the Devil's Lair to continue to supervise the production of Berserkers, but after absorbing the magic this time, he felt an unprecedented fatigue.

This is all because of Gandalf's old stubbornness, who is stubborn and ignorant!

Saruman thought bitterly.

The only thing that made him happy was that his white robes had turned into colorful robes.

For him with strong ambitions, this is simply a reward!
He believes that this is a sign of the beginning of a new era of his destiny!

He returned to the room, closed his eyes and rested for a while. What he thought in his mind was that when his army of half-orc berserkers reached thousands of people, he would suck Gandalf dry by himself. Then, let alone Celeborn , Galadriel and other powerful elf kings, even the Demon Lord Sauron has to act according to his face!
At that time, the weeds in Middle-earth will definitely be purified!
And he will be the master of the new world!
No, it's... the Lord God!Supreme God!

Thinking of this, a smile appeared on the corner of Saruman's mouth in the colorful robe.

At this time, there was a knock on the door.

"Who?" Saruman frowned.

He didn't like being disturbed while meditating, unless it was something extremely important.

"It's me, teacher." Greema's flattering voice came from outside the door: "I'm here to report good news to you."

"Oh? Come in." Saruman straightened his colorful robe a little, and sat in his seat.

Greema walked in with a flattering smile on his face, and when he saw Saruman, he froze in place.

Saruman frowned slightly and said, "What's wrong?"

Greema immediately half-knelt down excitedly, "Congratulations teacher! Congratulations teacher! Teacher has been upgraded to become a colorful robe archmage! This is simply destiny!"

"Hmph." Saruman smiled arrogantly.

Greema didn't need to compliment him, he thought so too.

Yes, this is destiny.

Greema continued to say excitedly: "Teacher! Look, you first obtained the extraordinary technology of the water wheel, and then you had the opportunity to create a half-orc berserker stronger than Modo. Then, you grabbed When it came to the gray-robed mage Saruman, he picked up a purebred white wolf for nothing, and then he was promoted to the colorful robe archmage! This omen is too obvious! Teacher... No! Master! You You will become the main god of the new world! Even Sauron must submit to your feet!"

"Hahaha!" Saruman's eyes flashed with great ambition, but he said on his mouth: "Grima, what you said is too much, I am far from that level."

Greema shook his head vigorously, "No, master, I firmly believe that you are the supreme god of the new world! I am willing to be your cow and horse for the rest of my life, and be proud of it!"

Saruman smiled with satisfaction: "Well, Greema, you are very good, don't worry, I will not forget your contribution."

"Thank you, master! Thank you, master!" Since then, Greema has completely changed his name to Saruman as his master.

Saruman asked: "You just said that you have good news for me?"

"Yes, master!" Greema said hastily, "I'm sorry, I was too excited just now, and almost forgot about the business! Congratulations, master, our latest enhanced berserker is stronger than the previous twenty berserkers. All tall and mighty!"

"Really?"

"Yes! This shows that our breeding technology has reached a new level! And this is also due to destiny!" Greema cheered excitedly.

Saruman was immediately elated, and all the unhappiness he had in the confrontation with Gandalf before disappeared immediately, and this good news also made him full of energy.

He stood up with a breath, "Go, take me to meet him."

"Yes!"

Greema immediately bowed to lead the way, as humble as he wanted, and as dog-legged as he wanted.

The two took the magic elevator all the way down, and soon reached the cave.

At this time, the newly bred berserkers were fighting in a training arena with other berserkers bred early.

He was three meters tall, with bulging muscles, dark skin, two sharp fangs growing from the corners of his mouth, and thick and hard hair, just like a porcupine.

Compared with him, the other half-orc berserkers were all shorter and thinner.

Greema was about to ask these berserkers to stop and salute their master, Saruman, but Saruman waved his hand, indicating that the battle would continue.

The five berserkers rushed at the newly bred berserker from different directions, but before they could get close, they were knocked to the ground by the new berserker with three punches and two kicks.

Immediately afterwards, some berserkers rushed forward, and the new berserkers knocked them down one by one!
In less than 10 minutes, the twenty berserkers were all lying on the ground and could not get up, while the new berserker only suffered a little injury.

What's more, his wound healed quickly.

Greema said excitedly: "Master, have you seen it? Have you seen it? If all the berserkers behind us are like this berserker, then the master's great cause of purification will be accomplished soon."

Saruman grinned.

Having been a white-robed mage for so many years, he has never smiled so recklessly.

Greema also laughed happily, "Master, how about giving this number 21 berserker a name, his strength is obvious to all, and other berserkers will certainly obey him, let him be the captain of berserkers, it should be no problem."

Saruman sneered, "These half-orcs are also dirty things. I just regard them as tools for weeding. They don't deserve to have names, so just call them according to their numbers. If you can't tell the difference, Then imprint numbers on their foreheads—anyway, they don’t feel any pain.”

"That's, that's..." Greema secretly wiped his cold sweat.

Saruman said: "Why don't you continue to cultivate and manufacture? I want more berserkers like No. 21!"

Greema quickly explained: "It is such a master. Although we have produced a more powerful No. 21 berserker, he also consumed doubled resources. In the past, we consumed two ancient elf trees to cultivate Create a berserker, and now, we need to consume four ancient elf trees to cultivate a more powerful half-orc berserker. Therefore, I would like to ask the master, should we focus on quantity or quality?"

Saruman frowned, "Soldiers are more expensive than expensive! I want quality! Isn't it just four ancient elf trees, there are plenty of them in the Golden Forest! You cut from the edge, Celeborn and Galadriel will surely find No, hum, it’s nothing even if they find out, I can lie to them for a while, and when they react, my army of berserkers has already formed, hahaha!”

(End of this chapter)