But at this point, Makuru was still stubborn and unwilling to admit the contents of his dream.

The amount of information in the dream was too large, some vague and some clear, about winning the championship, he only remembered that his hunting team won the championship, and the patriarch personally tattooed them in the face.

But it is entirely possible that he won because of the luck and strength of his side, and the patriarch will stab the winning team every year.

In Makuru's self-comfort, it soon came the much-anticipated patriarch stab.

As a new warrior, Makuru ushered in his first "Warrior's Blade".

His face was in a state of heightened tension and paleness as the patriarch carved a tiny blade into the left side of his face.

"Don't get excited, child, I'm sure you'll get this glory often in the future!"

But the patriarch's relief was clearly not to the point, and Makuru didn't care about it at all, or didn't care about it for the time being.

He saw the caravans sharpening their knives, and after the traditional ritual of the Nevik tribe, it was their turn to bid.

Several huge bonfires in the square have been prepared, and once the bidding is completed and this year's trade event is completed, a bonfire barbecue will be held in the evening, allowing these caravans to eat the ferocious beast meat of the famous continent for free.

Ordinary fur completed the transaction in batches, and when it met the outstanding, it would be a single piece of bidding, which lasted for half a day.

In the process, Makuru looked a little muddy, and finally reached the last fur.

"The last one is the silver-white fur of the upright and prime-year-old Roaring Beast!"

"The big leader of Fengyan personally threw himself to kill, the steel spear was poured into his left eye, crushing the internal organs, and the integrity of the fur reached the highest, which of you wanted?"

The Nevik tribe's trade-specific spoken, speaking a fairly fluent lingua franca, to the group of merchants who had turned their eyes green.

"I, I'll give 500 gold ropes!"

A tall and thin merchant hurriedly shouted the price, of course, tall and thin was only relative to the merchants, and this guy was still only a small man for the Nevi guests who looked like beasts more than humans.

"Snort~"

"Poor ghost, 500 gold cords want the skin and bones of the silver hair's roar, have you taken the great Nevik warrior in your eyes? I will pay 2000 gold cords!"

A chubby merchant raised the price four times at once, and skillfully picked up a handful of Nevi guests.

Although this price temporarily suppressed the other caravans present, but the fur of the silver hair's roar was hard to find, even if the purchase price was high, they were sure that they would take it outside and multiply it several times, and if it was dedicated to the princes and nobles of any country, they would be able to seek a better future and enjoy all the glory and wealth.

So the people who follow up are the vast majority, and this fur already represents their status in the second half of their lives.

There was also a growing anger among the merchants.

Makuru saw everything in her eyes, and the sense of familiarity grew, and so did the sense of fear.

Finally, when it came to the final link, only the two most powerful caravans remained, the two that were the first to quote and the two that followed.

As a friend, Sa Xin paid attention to Makuru again, and he couldn't help but be a little worried, this guy was really abnormal.

But at this moment, he suddenly noticed that Makuru's mouth was moving and making a faint sound.

"Okay, okay... Otherwise, I'll take the fur and you'll get the fangs and claws, okay?"

If the voice hadn't been close, Saxin wouldn't have been able to hear it clearly, and he was about to ask Makuru what the mess was talking about, when he heard an angry roar from the bidding side.

"Okay, okay, or else! You have fangs and claws for my fur, okay?"

'What?'

Sa Xin was taken aback in his heart, and his brain couldn't react to what was going on for a while, and then he saw Makuru's sluggish opening and closing mouth again, making the same slightly numb sound as just now.

"your fart... Why don't I take the fur and you take the fangs and claws, believe it or not I kick your ass. No, I won't even give you the claws, I'll take them all... ”

Hearing this, Saxin surprisingly did not look at his friend Makuru, but turned his head to look at the two "little man" merchants bidding over there.

Sure enough, it didn't take long.

"Fuck your fart!Why don't I take the fur and you take the fangs and claws, believe it or not I'll kick your ass! No! I won't even give you the claws, I want them all!"

Saxin suddenly felt a little frightened.

'Holy, has the ancestral spirit appeared?'

Tearing and arguing followed, but these were no longer enough to attract the attention of Makuru and Sasin.

Sa Xin swallowed his saliva, his eyes widened and looked at his partner who had been with him for more than ten years, and for the first time felt that he was so strange.

As if noticing something, Makuru turned her head to look at Saxin, her eyes blank and with tears streaming down her face.

"Saxin, I saw it... I see it... It is not a dream ... ”

That kind of sadness and helplessness, that kind of hesitation and fear, it is difficult for Sasin to imagine that this is a Nevik warrior, and even harder to imagine that this is a Makuru who is not afraid of heaven and earth.

He looked left and right, and the clansmen were still watching the two teams of merchants fighting.

"Makuru ... What do you see?"

After asking this question, Saxin noticed that Makuru's eyes were rapidly becoming resolute at a visible rate, and some of the fluff on his exposed chest was changing rapidly.

It was a darker color than charcoal, and it quickly linked into a beast that it had never seen before.

The beast had an elegant body, slender limbs, a hooked tail, a round head with triangular pointed ears, a few silver-gray whiskers turned from side to side, and a mouth slightly half open, revealing not only a few seemingly slender but cold sharp teeth, but also as if devouring something deep.

It gives people a sense of agility and alertness, but makes people see fearful and strange unknown beasts.

There has been a saying in the kingdoms of the continents that if there is a beast that is not even known to the Nevi guests, it is either fictional or has not existed in this world before.

"Sa Xin, I saw it—fate!"

"You're right, I should go to the Great Witch, and I need to find the Patriarch!"

As she spoke, Makuru noticed Saxin's gaze, looked down, and found the totemic-like beast that appeared on her chest, and at the same time felt something at this moment.

It's not a simple change in the color of the fur, it's the appearance of this beast pattern throughout the cortex.

'Is this my help?'

Best almost rolled his eyes, the reality projected from the dream of time and space travel to this world almost concussed him, although he was a passenger, it seemed that his body had been hollowed out, and he looked extremely tired.

It wasn't until Makruu admitted the reality of fate that Best came to his senses, and then he was afraid.

'FeelingsIf this thing has been unwilling to admit the reality, the existence of this meow is likely to disappear?