As soon as the stone spoke, the noisy "Lord's Hall" suddenly fell silent, and more than a dozen eyes shot at the strange but famous barbarian orc.

The latter was accustomed to this, and did not care, and at this time his green head was still thinking of new things that he had never heard of before.

Time was passing slowly, and a silent minute passed, during which Urzago tried to speak several times, but swallowed back when the words reached his lips, and finally he shook his head, and the colorful feathers on his mahogany mask trembled.

"What the lord said just now is not complicated, but I have been wandering around for so many years, and there are not a hundred or eighty tribes I have been in, but I have never heard of these in any tribe, let alone seen them, I have been thinking about it for a long time, I have nothing to say, I have a feeling, these things are not necessarily the best, but they are the most suitable for greenskins."

The stone grinned widely, and his bulging eyes turned into two thin crescents, and some people praised him for being happy, not to mention that he was still a celebrity, and his face suddenly had an expression of meeting a bosom friend.

"Hahaha! Well said! That's right! That's what I want! As long as it suits us green, it's the best! ”

With a deafening laugh, he rubbed himself to his feet, his body like a black iron tower almost touching the iron candle stand hanging from the ceiling, and the light from the dozen or so burning candles on it cast from the side and back, falling on the black orc, forming a large pitch-black shadow, enveloping the not short body of Urzago on the opposite side.

"In that case, Green Prophet, you should be the great shaman of our tribe!"

As soon as these words came out, the warm atmosphere in the hall instantly froze, as if the entire room had been thrown into a cold ice cellar, but the next moment the wind changed again, because everyone was not calm.

The Great Shaman? One of the tribal triumvirate? Directly to this newcomer?

Almost everyone didn't expect the leader to make such a decision, although Urzago is famous, but the position of the great shaman is second only to the leader of the dragon, which means that except for the old rotten teeth, everyone has to listen to him?

No matter how famous this orc is, if he doesn't bring out some real materials, he can't convince these unruly green-skinned bigwigs present, you must know that they are all killed from the sea of blood mountains and corpses with a knife and a shot from the stone, and they will not be casually frightened by the three words "Green Prophet".

No one dared to question his decision head-on because of Stone's usual prestige, but several of the grumpy fellows had already grabbed their weapons, left their seats, walked around the round table piled up with Squiger, and gathered around the savage orcs with bad intentions.

Hearing is false, seeing is believing, they are ready to weigh it with their own hands, whether this guy who seems to be nothing big is qualified to override themselves and occupy the position closest to the head!

A low roar rang out.

Big Bear, Hawkeye, Skarsnik, Snagra, and the red-haired red-footed who hadn't touched a weapon in a long time, more and more people stood up, and they got closer and closer to Urzago.

Seeing that the situation on the field was about to erupt, the barbarian orc shaman in the center of the storm was like a dry old tree with vicissitudes of life, not to mention moving, he didn't even sweep his eyes to the side, and it seemed that he didn't pay attention to these juniors who were gearing up and clamoring to look good for themselves.

"What do you want? Want to rebel again? ”

Fortunately, at this moment, the other person who had not left his seat spoke, the old rotten tooth who had just been appointed as the chief steward and the head of "Kalimdor".

I don't know what the head An's heart is, so he hasn't made a sound to stop it, so that the old goblin has to stand up.

"You guys got kicked in the head by Squiger? Any idea who this is? Green Prophet! His magic is better than ten of me! With him to be the great shaman, there will definitely be more and more shamans in our tribe in the future, more and more aaagh! What's the matter, which of you think you can be? ”

At the critical moment, Jiang was still old and spicy, and the old rotten teeth were not messy, so he rushed forward and pointed his nose and scolded several leaders.

"Skarsnik? How many spells do you kid remember now? ”

"Hawkeye Bear? Want to stay in bed for a few months when you first became a commander? ”

"Snagra? I know you just want to fight people and have a chance in the future. ”

"Red-haired and red-footed? Lose! You two don't join in the fun. ”

"I'm really not afraid of death! Give me back to sitting! The boss hasn't spoken yet, you're in a hurry! ”

Although the old shaman's strength is no longer what it used to be, he has not pulled down his lip service at all, and he has scolded several unstoppable leaders back, resolving an imminent infighting and becoming invisible.

He saw it more clearly than these stunned youths, and after seeing the leader unreservedly reveal all kinds of secrets of the tribe in front of Urzago, he guessed this result, and knew that the leader would definitely reuse this wild orc, otherwise it would be impossible to make such a stupid mistake.

Although the old goblin also doubted whether this was risky, after all, the other party had just joined the tribe and could not be unguarded at all, but after thinking about it, when the leader made a mistake, he had to trust the leader's judgment, besides, with Urzago's reputation, he didn't believe that the chief of any tribe could say that he could move this to be a spy, well, except for the leader, no one else had this brain.

The almost miraculous performance again and again made the old rotten tooth's worship of stones overflowing, and he was almost on the same level as the second brother Mao.

When all the greenskins returned to their seats with scolding, Urzago, who had been staring at the black orcs motionless all the time, finally made a move.

No, to be exact, he didn't move, but with a fierce and violent momentum bursting out of him, the two shamans, Old Rotten Tooth and Skarsnik, suddenly discovered aaagh in the air! The energy began to go berserk.

It stands to reason that there are only so few people in the room, and there is no fighting, so there shouldn't be much aaagh! energy, but soon even the others felt something different.

Because countless yellow-green points of light appear out of thin air like stars.

At this time, the barbarian orcs were like a scorching sun shining with golden light, constantly spreading energy outward.

These points of light filled the entire room in an instant, and at the same time, the other people in the room also felt an invisible pressure falling from the sky, like two mountains in the void, Brother Mao suddenly appeared, and pressed a pair of big hands on his shoulders.

The stronger ones, like Snagra, are fine, but they can resist with a frown, and they can resist with their secret strength.

Those who are not strong such as redheads and red feet suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, and the expressions on their faces began to be hideous.

As for the bundles of windless hairs on the round table, Squigg was even more miserable, and when he was messed up like this, they were all like frosted eggplants, and all of them wilted.

The only exception is the cockscomb head on top of the stone, which is still standing firmly.

But in the face of this sudden change, the Black Orc Lord was not shocked, but showed a heartless smile.

Although Urzago has not yet spoken, he has already gotten the results he wants from the system.

[Temporary Mission "The Test of the Prophet of the Dance Dance" completed]

[Get Reward: 2000 AAAGH!] A drawing of the "Tattoo Parlor", Urzago upgraded to "Exquisite"]

……

It was a new quest that he had had with Urzago that night, and the next day he woke up with a hangover, and there was no specific description of how it would be done, i.e., the entire tribe would have to meet the requirements of the Green Prophet in order to gain his true allegiance.

Shi was not surprised, but he didn't have a clue about it, but he didn't expect that it would be done in just a few days?

Happiness came too suddenly, a little unprepared.

Before he could react, the savage orc, who was like a Saiyan transformed, was finally reluctant to move, only to see him slowly take off the mask that he had not even taken off from drinking, and then bent down, on all fours, prostrate at the foot of the stone without reservation, and bowed his head to kiss his mud-stained and rusty black iron boots.

"I, Urzago Edi Ulla Bluff from the South, am willing to be loyal to the Broken Claw Tribe, willing to be loyal to the Stone Boss, willing to be the Great Shaman of the Tribe!"