Of course, there are certain limitations to the secret art of flint beast transformation, and only those with the power of pure blue blood can learn it. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

It can't be used with any other bloodline power. But that's nothing compared to its power.

Hearing this, a picture passed through Rodin's mind.

At the beginning, Kane, the silver power in the Nine Rings Arena, once used his alienated arm to perform the bloodline combat technique "Emperor Lion's Howl", and conjured up a lion beast surrounded by azure thorn armor.

And if you look closely at the flint tribe totem tattoo on your right forearm, isn't this little beast a pocket-sized version of the "Emperor Lion"?

The full title should be "Jingjia Emperor Lion Beast", which is the information contained in the inheritance memory of the joining tribal ceremony.

In an instant, countless fragments emerged, and the chaotic information began to rearrange in a wonderful way.

The composition is a strange message.

He suddenly felt as if he had discovered some kind of secret.

Red, green, and blue, does the power of the three-color bloodline originate from three different "beasts"?

The ancestor worship of the flint tribe, the "Jingjia Emperor Lion Beast" Moluo.

The bloodline warrior summoned by Rodriguez, the "blue-eyed blue wolf" Yin Phinx who crushed the arrogant demon.

Kling strangles the giant ghoul's red serpent "Ember Python" Midgar.

It's pure tricolor.

Red represents the power of the serpent, blue represents the power of the lion, and green represents the power of the wolf.

The power of the black sun knight Andre's cyan bloodline summoned a beast that was half wolf and half lion in his spiritual sea, which was the power of the lion wolf.

Isn't cyan a hybrid of green and blue? This half-wolf and half-lion beast is a hybrid of the "Jingjia Emperor Lion Beast" and the "Blue-eyed Blue Wolf"?

...... This is one of the four colors of heterozygosity.

The "Thorn Armor Emperor Lion Beast" totem pattern can only be activated by the corresponding blue blooded lion power.

Then the other tribes should have at least two original colors of red and green, plus magenta, yellow, cyan, and white, a total of six totemic patterns represented by the heterozygous four colors. Just like the power of the bloodline that human beings cultivate, it is divided into seven types.

Speaking of which, the humans and orcs of the Central Continent in the world of Imperial Grace have the same ancestors - all of them originate from the mysterious Three Beasts?

Even the dwarves guarding the mountains and the elves in the hidden forests.

Otherwise, there is no way to explain why their bloodline power category system is completely consistent.

Indulged in self-conjecture, and came back to his senses for a long time.

"Then, Rodin, Cynthia, Isa, and everyone from the Wind Brigade, the next contact with the Eagle Tribe will be troublesome for you. “

"After today's Jockey Club, we will set off early tomorrow morning and try to get a quick response. “

During his bout, Baruch seemed to have assigned them a task.

"Eagle Tribe? Just go and see little Lori. ”

The guests and hosts enjoyed the meal, and everyone dispersed.

The girl took Rodin's hand and danced and spun her body, her light tulle rising in the wind, as happy as if she were about to fly. There was still a slight blush on her palm-sized face, which was the lingering afterglow of mare's milk wine that had not yet dissipated at noon.

Rodin is also a victim, he was poured more than ten catties of horse **** wine by Baruch and Lexa masters at noon, and he has not yet recovered his taste, his head is dizzy, but his mood is inexplicably excited and happy, and he can't help but want to do something.

"My dear, just now Grandpa Tengger promised me that next time I go, I can follow him to learn the secret art of taming beasts. ”

"Now, when I learn the secret arts, I can clean up the amber foal and let it carry us around the world!"

In the afternoon, with the help of wine, she played her soma skills to the fullest, winning three games in a row, and obtained a reward of 1,000 Marelli as she wished.

The dark clouds were not restless, and they followed the two like guards along the way, never falling at all.

Rodin drank a little wine, and was about to take the opportunity to secretly hug Cynthia to get close, but he was always followed by this electric light bag, and he couldn't help but feel angry.

"You monster, are you pretending to be a person?!"

This sentence is completely thoughtless, and it is purely his drunken nonsense.

Unexpectedly, when the dark clouds heard this, they nodded vigorously at them, their big black eyes were full of excitement and emotion, and they lifted their mouths humanely to reveal a mouthful of big white teeth, and made a demonic smile, as if Boya met Ziqi and finally learned the news.

Both of them were stunned, the sentence just now was completely casual nonsense, but they didn't expect to guess the facts?

The clouds then circled around them frantically, desperate for something.

"Are you really human?!"

Cynthia's starry eyes sparkled, her small mouth opened in an O-shape, and her pretty face was full of shock.

If it weren't for the fact that she was exposed to witchcraft during this time, her eyes were opened, and she said that she would not believe in this fantasy.

Rodin's eyebrows were as sharp as a knife, and a deep forehead line appeared on his forehead.

"Pap" He slapped himself twice, and suddenly felt a lot sober, and still had some inexplicable impulses.

"What ability can turn a living person into a gelding?"

The power of the bloodline can't do that, and regular sorcery can't do it.

In addition, there is no mention of it in the Witchcraft Codex.

The sad guy of the dark clouds can be regarded as having fallen into blood mold for eight lifetimes, even if he becomes a horse, he is still a gelding, which no man can bear.

Unable to communicate with people, it is difficult to ask for help, so it is only by meeting a strange and curious guy like Rodin that it has a chance of being rescued by mistake. The dark cloud nodded excitedly like pounding garlic, and his four hooves pulled the ground vigorously, digging out clear white marks, almost like snot and tears.

"Don't worry, if you want us to help you, you must first understand the specific situation. If I ask you, nod your head if yes, otherwise shake your head and deny. Got it?"

The dark clouds nodded.

"How long have you been like this? has it been a year?"

The dark cloud shook his head in denial.

"About half a year?"

It nodded in acknowledgement.

"Are you Amber's own father?"

The dark cloud was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then shook his head frantically, and his eyes were about to burst into flames, as if he had been greatly insulted, and he looked very angry.

Rodin's expression was rather abstract, "Just kidding, relax, the next thing is the most important question." You must answer carefully. ”

On the other side, the girl held Rodin's arm, quietly paying attention to the strange questions and answers of this person and a horse, her eyes were empty, and the two maids shook slightly, looking very cute.

I don't know if it's the effect of the wine, but she doesn't seem to have turned her head yet.

"Are you a member of the Flint Tribe?" the dark cloud shook his head.

"Are you a noble steppe man?" continues to deny.

Rodin muttered to himself, "I'll just say, if a tribesman disappears for no reason, there will never be a hint of news." ”

"Is the man who turned you into this a wizard?"

The cloud nodded, then shook his head again.

"You don't know, do you?"

"Then the question is, we have no relatives with you, and you are not from the tribe, why should we help you?"

"Yu-"

The dark cloud was completely out of anger, and dared to feel that it had been playing a quiz game for most of the day just now, completely being teased by an unreliable guy? This guy didn't seem to have any intention of helping it at all?

Rodin patted his huge horse's head like a puppy.

"Don't worry, it seems that you are an old-fashioned person who lacks humor cells, and you can't complain about others when you become a gelding. ”

"You know, there's probably a joke between a gelding and a normal horse. “

"Now let me take you to make sure. ”