Nights in the Arrett Plateau are cold. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The howling cold wind blew, making the already cold air even colder, like a knife cut. Lan Wu and his party sat in a simple shack, and the roaring bonfire became the hope of survival.

No one spoke up. During the day, they were expelled by the barbarian tribe, which made everyone feel uncomfortable. Hurtado, in particular, grew up with the desire to lead the Barbarians to become the most powerful force in Harogas. Hardinson did, but not in the way he had hoped. Like Guerrera and Will, they all revere pure bloodlines.

Hardinson's betrayal gave him hope. All the unpure-blooded savages took refuge in Hardinson. The remaining more than a thousand people are of pure barbarian blood. Hurtado thought he could fulfill his wish, but now he was expelled by the tribe, needless to say, he was in a bad mood. Even if the strength skyrockets, it is difficult to make up for the loss.

The dozen or so subordinates who followed were relatively not so disappointed. The thirst for strength and trust in Hurtado make up for the loss. In addition to being saddened by the expulsion of the tribe, most of them have a thirst for a new inheritance.

There was a crackle, and a small spark exploded in the campfire, breaking the silence in the shack. Lan Wu saw that Urtado and the others were not sleepy, and coughed: "This is the new inheritance......"

As he spoke, Lan Wu raised his index finger, and his fingertips quickly condensed into a seed of strength. Before the words could be spoken, everyone, including Hurtado, raised their heads and turned their gazes on it.

"Who's coming first?" Lan Wu smiled knowingly and looked around at everyone.

"I'll come." A barbarian in his early thirties, Hodi, stood up, his eyes full of longing. Barbarians are a stereotypical race and a race with big hearts. Now that they have been expelled from the tribe, it is easier for them to accept reality.

Seeing that someone was willing to be the first to stand up, Lan Wu snapped his fingers. The seed of power flew out and sank straight into the barbarian's brow. Lan Wu immediately shouted in a low voice: "Start fusing immediately, the sooner the better." ”

Without saying a word, the barbarian immediately crossed his legs, closed his eyes, and began to merge. The others turned their gazes to him, their eyes full of anticipation, curiosity, and so on.

"Your bloodline has an advantage that no one else can match. The new legacy will greatly increase your strength. Lan Wu wasted no time in explaining to everyone, and suddenly changed his words and said seriously: "But this will also become your biggest weakness." The skyrocketing power will cause you to lose your way, and you will lose the possibility of further improvement. ”

Everyone, including Hurtado, was stunned. Hurtado, in particular, was visibly a little more panicked in his eyes. If you lose the possibility of further improvement, it is better to rest on your laurels and keep the original heritage.

"That's right, I'm reminding you, Hurtado." Lan Wu's gaze was fixed on Hurtado's face: "When I was in the Amazon tribe, one night has taught the best of them several new skills. Even Amazon, which is slightly inferior, has at least one understanding. But you...... I'm guessing you haven't picked up a new skill yet, right? ”

When Hurtado heard this, his knife-and-axe-like face suddenly became hot. Lan Wu guessed right. It wasn't until the morning that he had fully integrated the new lineage. His talent was quite outstanding, and with pure barbarian blood, he had already completed the fusion in just two hours. But the skyrocketing strength made him unable to believe the facts in front of him, and he checked again and again, and only accepted the fact that his strength had skyrocketed until dawn. In other words, for a whole night, after fusing the new lineage, he didn't comprehend this new lineage any further. Now that he got Lan Wu's advice, he realized how stupid he really was, and wasted a night in vain.

"Right...... I'm sorry. Hurtado lowered his head in shame, and immediately closed his eyes and began to realize a new one.

The corners of Lan Wu's mouth curled, and he didn't continue to speak, and immediately began to condense new power seeds. It took more than an hour for a dozen barbarians to begin to merge.

"Whew." Lan Wu breathed a sigh of relief. His gaze swept over the faces of Hurtado and the others. More than an hour had passed, and the first barbarian to fuse the power seed should have been almost halfway there. It is believed that the fusion can be completed in no more than two hours at most. But this was not an outcome that he could accept.

Today's Arret Plateau is full of dangers. Large and small forces are ambitious. Leaving aside Hardinson's people, other forces, big and small, are also trying to annex other forces in an attempt to compete for hegemony. It's not to say that these people like infighting. Just because Diablo and Barr have led all the demons to heaven. The Arret Plateau is now free of external threats. For short-sightedness or some other reason, everyone took advantage of this rare opportunity to unify the large and small forces on the Arrett Plateau.

Compared with those large and small forces, strictly speaking, the strength of their dozen or so people is enough to compare to a medium-sized force with hundreds of professionals. Helplessly, the number of people is too small, in the eyes of other forces, they are the most vulnerable force in the outright, the rookie and the weak bird, the meat sent to the mouth, if you don't eat it, it is a gift from the gods.

Strong and scarce, but always a major weakness of the team. Lan Wu was not afraid to be besieged. He is proficient in all professions and has countless means of escape. If you want to fight as much as you want in the demon army like you are in your own home, you can run as much as you want, even if the professionals of the entire Arret Plateau come to besiege you, it is easy to break out of the encirclement.

But Hurtado, they can't.

A new lineage is not an immortal method. As the saying goes, two fists are hard to beat four hands. No matter how strong the strength is, it is difficult to escape under the suppression of absolute numbers. Hurtado and the others are the seedlings of hope for the future of the human race that Lan Wu has deliberately wooed, if they are lost in the Arret Plateau or die in the hands of humans, then they really want to cry without tears.

Therefore, with the fastest possible speed, Hurtado has several skills of the new inheritance, combined with his large number of full professional skills, it is enough to ensure that even hundreds or even thousands of people can defeat him.

It was late at night, and in the middle of the night, the last barbarian had also completed his fusion and began to comprehend new skills. Lan Wu's gaze was fixed on Hurtado, and he smiled knowingly.

At this time, Urtado's face was a little more excited, obviously he had successfully comprehended the new skill, but he didn't know if this genius barbarian could be as talented as Denise.

Thinking of Denise, the corners of Lan Wu's mouth curled slightly. This Amazon genius also doesn't know if he has entered New Tristram. More than a thousand Amazons, plus more than a thousand barbarians, these combat forces should be enough to ensure that New Tristram will not be attacked by demons. If you count the original more than 30,000 professionals of New Tristram, it is enough to form a powerful force to participate in the decisive battle between hell and heaven, and seek a hope for mankind.

Just when Lan Wu's thoughts were in turmoil and he couldn't help but drift back to New Tristram, more than a hundred black shadows of Mo Yue quietly touched the periphery of the barbarian tribe under the cover of night.