The multiplication mantra that made Hammer Grom triumphantly was devalued by Vitruvius, and the troll witch doctor, who had never taken a wizarding class, knew so many esoteric words he had never heard of.

In the end, the troll witch doctor directly performed the wizard's methods......

Hammer Grom was hammered hard, he took three steps back before he could catch his breath, he stretched out a finger, pointed at Vitruvius tremblingly, and said, "You...... You've asked Eevee Mayer to make up for you! ”

"Hey, hey, hey...... These three words are good! Without further ado, do you change or not! ”

Hammer Gorem......

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That night, at the foot of the Thunder Cliff Mountain, the ancestor sacrifice ceremony of the Warhammer tribe began......

When the heads of hundreds of boar men were stuffed through the gates of the Two Realms, the blood of warriors erupted from the totem poles of the Warhammer tribe, and Vitruvius slapped the blood of warriors on his chest on Hammer Grom and other green-skinned orcs.

This time, the Warhammer tribe did not have much loot, it was just a death sacrifice, and the blood of the warriors that appeared was not only of a very low level but also a small amount, but fortunately, there were very few orcs involved in the sacrifice, and Vitruvius still slapped four bloody handprints on his chest.

The blood of a warrior is divided into two levels, the blood of a warrior of a lower level, and the gate of the two realms will not appear the phantom of the ancestor; For the blood of a higher-level warrior, the image of the ancestor will appear in the Gate of the Two Realms.

Whenever the image of the ancestor appears at the Gate of the Two Realms, then the blood of the warrior left on the totem pole can make the second-order peak warrior have a certain chance of advancing to become extraordinary, although this chance is very low.

If the Door of the Two Realms does not appear in the phantom of the ancestors, then the blood of the warriors flowing from the totem pole can only be of a small help, and the specific amount of help depends on luck.

Vitruvius did not feel sorry for the low level of warrior blood in his body, on the contrary, what really benefited him in the jungle tribe was the absorption of the blood of the lower-level warriors, and he also absorbed the blood of the higher-level warriors that time, but unfortunately he didn't seem to feel it at all.

His own level is a low-level warrior, and maybe the blood of a low-level warrior is really suitable for him.

After taking a bloody handprint of himself, Vitruvius went directly back to the Tribal Wizarding Academy and went to his bedroom to sleep, but unfortunately there was no big female bear snoring beside him this time, and he woke up in the morning that the four bloody slap prints on Vitruvius's body were still there.

The blood of a warrior can only last for three days, and the chance of successful absorption is less than 30%, and the opportunity to absorb is to do what the orc ancestors did, listen to the voices they have heard, and see the scenes they have seen.

Therefore, Vitruvius must go out or walk around or fight, in short, and must not lie down and sleep at home, otherwise he will definitely not succeed in absorbing the blood of the warriors, and his precious hundred points will be wasted.

When Vitruvius opened the door, he saw Berlauth, the black-haired kobold, staring bitterly at his door.

Vitruvius was in ecstasy.

Brother's hunger marketing worked.

Vitruvius feigned impatience and let Berlaud into his room.

Berlaut didn't talk nonsense either, he slapped the space bag.

Syllable!

A fist-sized crystal nucleus of the King of Warcraft was placed on the table, and Berlaud was about to speak.

Syllable!

Vitruvius also slapped the space bag and found a watermelon-sized Beastmaster crystal nucleus.

Vitruvius, as the chief witch doctor of the jungle tribe, he will definitely carry a few of the jungle tribe's souvenirs.

The one he took out was also an out-of-print treasure of the Jungle Tribe, and it was also a unique Legendary Super Beast King's Monster Crystal Nucleus in the entire Jungle Tribe, and it was definitely enough to take it out and pretend to be forced.

The crystal nuclei of the two large and small king of Warcraft were placed together, and the black-haired kobold warlock Berlaut saw his eyelids jump, and he silently withdrew the much smaller Warcraft crystal nucleus he took out.

Then Berlaud's face was in utter pain, and he slapped the space bag again and took out a small dark silver hammer.

When Vitruvius saw the hammer, his heart raced.

Many of the real treasures in this world do not have dazzling brilliance, and the most silvery weapon Vitruvius has ever seen is a tile steel suit, but it is only a sophisticated set of equipment.

Therefore, to judge whether a weapon is a treasure, we must not only look at its external brilliance, but also look at its texture, its workmanship, and of course, most importantly, look at its power.

This hammer is exquisitely made, the hammer head is solid and heavy, and the hammer handle is smooth and slender, which is simply a combination of rigidity and softness.

Vitruvius stretched out his hand and grasped it, a small hammer that could only be held in his hand to play with, it turned out to be very heavy, and Vitruvius's strength of ten points could only just meet the requirements for use.

Of course, this was not the key to Vitruvius's determination that the hammer was extraordinary, the most important reason was that Vitruvius felt that the blood of the warrior in his chest was actually burning.

This hammer was the opportunity for Vitruvius to absorb the blood of the warriors of the Warhammer tribe, which is enough to show that this little hammer has a different reaction, this is a powerful weapon that the powerful ancestors of the Warhammer tribe have seen and impressed them deeply.

I only heard the black-haired kobold warlock Berlaut say slowly: "This hammer is called the Storm Hammer, and the whole body is made of Mithril, pure dwarven craftsmanship. Legend has it that the Stormhammer was the Dwarven King's favorite weapon, and he used it to smash his enemies on the battlefield, stuning one and killing the other......"

"Okay, don't say I'll change!" Vitruvius was also a simple man, and readily agreed.

"Okay, I'll trade you for 500 credits for the Temporal Weapon, the Stormhammer."

"Four hundred!"

"This is the Dwarven King's Stormhammer!" Berlaut said through gritted teeth.

Vitruvius shook his head and said viciously, "Hmph! I had exchanged 100 credits with Grom last night, and now I only have 400 credits. Dear Berlautte, it is for your good to be a brother, and I advise you to change it now, otherwise you will only have 300 credits in the afternoon. ”

As soon as these words came out, Berlaud opened his mouth and could only say: "Good! If you are ruthless, we will go to the Academic Affairs Office to go through the formalities now. ”

After exiting the Minotaur Office, Vitruvius and Berlaud smiled at each other and turned to leave.

Looking at the back of Vitru Weizhi's triumphant departure, Berlaut showed a look of disdain, and said to himself: "A dirt bun, or the son-in-law of the great witch doctor Akale, even the Storm Hammer can only be used by dwarven warriors, I don't know at all, you can only use it as an ordinary iron lump to smash people." ”

Vitruvius returned to his lounge, closed the doors and windows, and meditated with his Stormhammer in his hand and his eyes closed......

Gradually...... The warrior's blood in his chest quickly burned, and a series of phantoms appeared in front of his eyes.