[What, you fell in love with this group of stupid hippos?]

On the bank of a river on Chaoyang Island, more than 100 black-armored hippos are lazily lying on the wetland, some are sleeping, some are flicking their tails, and they have no worries about letting go of stinky farts that sound like loudspeakers.

"Who's talking, could it be the ring?" Marcus finally heard clearly, staring at the ring left and right. The sound came from this gold ring, which penetrated into his ears through his body, and it was definitely like this, and he couldn't be wrong.

[It's me, I hope you can still remember my self-introduction] An old man's voice came from the ring, and then Marcas's mind unconsciously appeared like an old wizard, but it looked quite stumbling.

"It wasn't a dream... I remember, you call yourself a wizard, saying that you sealed a part of your soul in a ring on your deathbed?" Marcus patted his thigh, recognizing the bad old man in his mind.

[Yes, Mascal, I know what you're thinking right now, don't put me and the wizards of the wilderness on a scale, they're just stealing some fur, and they're not even qualified to lift my shoes] The old wizard broke Marcas's little calculation with one word.

But no, the wizard's power Marcus has not never seen it, so naturally he wants to compare him with the wizard of the wilderness.

"Knowing what I'm thinking, it seems that you do have a few brushes. Marcus held the ring high and looked it level with his eyes. The workmanship of this ring is very detailed, and if you look closely, you can see the slight swirling light on the ring, which is indeed not an ordinary thing.

[Even if you still have a little vision, those indigenous chiefs will only hide me as a treasure, and they can't communicate at all, I'll tell you again, this ring has an orthodox name, called the Ten Thousand Beasts Ring, which is the ring that I used three dragon skins after the molting of the dragon mother before the era, and repeatedly refined them in the furnace for two years before condensing them] What the old wizard said was amazing, and I don't know if he was bragging, and Marcus was stunned.

"The Beast Ring... But now that you're in my hands, I'll have to ask you if you have any special abilities that can help me, and since you're 'boarding' me, you have to give me a little benefit as 'rent.'" Marcus narrowed his eyes, his eyes glinting with greed.

[Didn't you hear the sound of animals talking before, this is the ability that the Ten Thousand Beasts Ring automatically bestows on the vow-holder]

"I see, it's this ring that is playing tricks, I thought I ate poisonous fruit, got schizophrenia and paranoia..."Marcus frowned, "Is this also a useful ability, I'm not rare at all, I don't use it." ”

[Haha, no fart, Marcas, do you know how many people in Tansfogg want to use spells to break this barrier, but they all end in failure, and you don't know how many people have coveted this Ten Thousand Beasts Ring, and they have never touched this ring once until they die]

[Did you just say that you want to tame this group of black-armored hippos? I can help you] The wizard changed his words and said a temptation in return.

"Oh, how can you help me?"

[Before helping you, I have a condition, but if you don't agree to this condition, or pretend to promise me, cross the river and tear down the bridge, I will make you lose everything you have]

"You bad old man, say it, what conditions, tell me about it!" Marcas's face was angry, it seemed that he had been the native king of the island for too long, and he was a little floating.

[From now on, everything you do must be approved by me, and what I want you to do, you must also carry out, if you are willing to agree to my condition, I will do my best to help you and teach you how to use this Ten Thousand Beasts Ring]

"What are you talking about!" Ringling's words were undoubtedly to let Marcus be his little brother, of course Marcus didn't do it, and then said angrily, "you, I don't believe that you can't tame this group of hippos without it, you should know that I lead thousands of natives, they are born and raised on the island, and naturally know how to tame the beasts on the island." ”

Marcas said as he walked towards the camp: "You want me to be your hand, dream about you!"

[Then good luck, Marcas...] The soul voice in the ring faded away until it faded away.

...

After crossing a few trails, Marcus returned to the camp.

"Chief, where have you been, I have taken care of the aftermath according to your instructions. The bald man came up with Tim, the interpreter.

"Tim, pick a few hundred natives who can tame wild beasts and follow me. Soon hundreds of experienced and hunter-friendly natives were selected and followed Marcus to the habitat of the black horse hippopotamus.

"Boss, are you going to tame these hippos?" the bald head followed to the shore and saw the lazy black-armored hippos.

{Look, there's a big bunch of wild monkeys} A hippopotamus noticed the movement, turned his head and looked behind him. Then all the hippos raised their heads and turned to the back.

"Hell, it's really a good thing. "More than 100 hippos lying on the shore staring at Marcus and his gang, this scene is really a bit weird.

"Ulaharami, Hazela learned. Tim gave a few words, and dozens of natives behind him volunteered, armed with bone spears for hunting, and slowly surrounded a hippopotamus lying isolated at a distance from the hippopotamus.

"Dear King Marcas, this is a very rare herd of black-armored hippos, which just happened to stay here due to the season, and the warriors are not familiar with it, and it will take time to deal with him. Tim replied.

"Time, I'll give it to you, as long as you can tame them. Marcus nodded.

The black-armored hippopotamus shook its little ears, flicked its tail and slowly got up, and then yawned deafeningly (the yawn was so loud that it startled the natives a few steps back).

"Woo woo woo!" one of the natives who took the lead stood opposite the hippopotamus, picked up the stone and threw it over in an attempt to provoke the hippopotamus, but he didn't think that the stone would be thrown on the hippopotamus's thick skin, like tickling. And the hippopotamus ignored it, lowered his head and opened his mouth to eat aquatic plants and reeds on the shore, very leisurely.

"Woo!" another native joined the lure of the enemy, and together they lifted a large rock and threw it with all their might. The boulder flew in the air for a moment and smashed precisely into the hippopotamus's tail.

"Roaring ——!!" hippopotamus finally felt the pain, and after being frightened, he spread his thick four legs and crashed into the two natives who were causing trouble.

"Woo whoa!" the two natives saw that they had succeeded in luring the enemy, and led the hippopotamus into the bushes. The hippopotamus entered the bushes and made a great noise, and the branches and leaves broke in the places it passed, and it was a mess.

"Hey!" dozens of natives hiding in the bushes appeared, straightened a thick vine rope, and successfully tripped the hippopotamus to the ground. Then two trap nets and ropes completely blocked the hippopotamus's movement and caught it in place.

"Perfect, perfect, your skills are really not covered, and you will be rewarded with gold coins. "In the convenience of hunting, Marcus is impressed by these natives, just for the wave of operations just now, without tacit cooperation and refined tactics, it is impossible to capture this tonnage beast so quickly.

[Marcas, don't be too happy, you didn't notice such a big commotion, but there is no one in the hippopotamus group who wants to save it] The ring spirit interjected at an inopportune time.

"Didn't you say it yourself at the beginning, these hippos are stupid, maybe in their eyes, sleep is more important than the life of their companions. Marcus ignored it and led the rest of the group with a smile.

"Woo Mu ——!" The netted hippopotamus screamed and got up suddenly, as if it was completely angry, its eyes became red, and the skin of its entire body instantly hardened, as if covered with a thick layer of bright black iron armor.

"Sting!" the hippopotamus twisted a few times, and the stitches of the iron armor on his body were like sharp iron knives, easily cutting through the trapping rope.

"Why, how could it be!" Marcus didn't have time to be surprised, only to see that the hippopotamus was angry and crashed directly into the surrounding natives, killing and injuring him heavily.

"Ahh

Soon, the natives' defenses were broken, and they fled to the trees with their armor thrown off their armor. But they are still too light to flee to the tree to save them - even the big tree that needs to be hugged by three people still breaks with a "click" under the successive impacts of the ironclad hippopotamus.

"Boss, what should we do, let's withdraw!" The bald head panicked, but he didn't know that Marcus was more panicked than him-"What else can I do, this hippopotamus is so powerful, it will hit us hard in an instant, run away, there is no way!"

"Where can you flee to, the camp is also very close to here, if this iron-armored hippopotamus rushes over with the tribe, I am afraid that it will step on our new nest!"

The words of the Ring of Ten Thousand Beasts can help you tame such beasts are like the voice of salvation, reaching Makas's heart.

"Okay, help me, I'll agree to what you said!" Marcas's mind was in a state of confusion as he watched the natives in front of him being knocked away like chickens. He never thought that this group of honest-looking hippos would be so terrible when provoked!