A tall totem stands in the center of the ogre tribe of the Doodoo Mountains, carved with bits and pieces of magical symbols, which resemble hieroglyphs.

Xiong Yan has never been in contact with magic before, and the spell of the lich Roland is called witchcraft or witchcraft, anyway, it is not the same thing as magic.

He crawled next to the totem and watched for a long time, and couldn't help but raise his left front paw to slash through the runes.

It feels rough to the touch, and the parts of the totem that don't have runes are not polished and smooth. In fact, they can't expect the ogres to make anything elaborate, they can have the heart to erect a magic totem, and it is also thanks to the ogre's worship of magic.

Moreover, Xiong Yan lives in the world of elves on weekdays, and it cannot be said that every elf is a master of art, but they also have a kind of paranoid about excellence.

For example, the most common vine bed, from the moment the seed germinates, the cultivated elf must take care of it carefully at all times, how many vines are formed after formation, and how thick each vine is, there are accurate numerical requirements.

In Xiong Yan's words: The obsessive-compulsive disorder of the elves is too strong.

And the ogre in front of him has completely changed the style of painting, and he can completely force Virgo to death.

According to Orichi, the large wooden house directly in front of the totem is the place where the blue-skinned ogres gather to meditate, and it is also the place where the high priest lives.

Well, this big wooden house has no meaning of "the house of the high-ranking person" at all, and it is very down-to-earth! The degree of dilapidation of the wooden house made Xiong Yan in the distance wonder if this was a pig cage used to raise pigs.

More and more ogres gathered around him, and these ogres pointed at him with hostile words.

The ogres have also heard the news that there is a talking bear who wants to be their guardian...... Or their food.

Through understanding, Xiong Yan learned that the Demonic Beasts of the Intermediate Plane were vertical, and the various elements here were superimposed more like a fantasy world than Crotty. These ogres speculated that this talking bear was a powerful beast.

Many ogres have already paid attention: "When this bear is put down by the High Priest, I will go and snatch the hedron from him." ”

Xiong Yan was stunned when he heard this: Spars?

Xiao Hei's voice sounded in his head: "Do you know why the force value of the intermediary plane is higher on average than that of Crotty? Also, although Crotty has a lot of spar mines, the elves are not interested, only interested in natural spars. Several large natural spar mines are also monopolized by the Grand Alliance and the royal family, and ordinary people have no way to obtain natural spars at all. ”

"It's kind of interesting. Xiong Yan sat down on the spot, waiting for the arrival of the high priest of the Dudu tribe.

Previously, he had already taken out several ogres guarding the door, and the High Priest accepted the challenge.

Soon, a group of blue-skinned two-headed ogres came out of the ruined wooden hut in the distance.

The brown-skinned ogres around hurriedly retreated to the side, the ogres of the Dudu tribe and the vast majority of ogre tribes have one virtue, the blue-skinned mage ogre has a noble status, and the brown-skinned ogre is inferior even if he is powerful.

Zhetie is very envious of those special cases, and hopes that strength will be respected: why is the blue-skinned one more noble?

He has always been very aggrieved, so he also hopes that this bear can become the guardian of the Dudu tribe.

The two-headed blue-skinned ogres surrounded them, all carrying large wooden sticks.

Don't underestimate the melee abilities of the blue-skinned ogres, they are indeed mages, but in addition to rubbing fireballs, they are rubbing fireballs. The real horror of them is that they can rush up with a stick after rubbing the fireball and knock you on the head with a few sticks.

From the blue-skinned ogre group, a burly and huge guy slowly walked out. His blue skin was darker than the ogres around him, and his muscles were large and panicked.

This is the high priest of the Dudu tribe.

Different from what he imagined, Xiong Yan thought that a character like the "High Priest" should be a dying old man, at least he looked weak at a glance, but his mind was full of wisdom, and his spells were stronger than everyone else.

But the high priest in front of him, the muscle lines looked more pronounced than the broken iron.

The age is indeed old, but when he is old, the strength of the light is not inferior to the vast majority of the ogres in the tribe. That is, Zhetie is young and strong, so he has the title of the first strong man of the Dudu tribe.

If you want to be a high priest, you must also have a strong physique.

There are many magical beasts in this world that have the ability to be exempted, of course, the word "magic immunity" does not mean that it is invincible to magic, except for dragons, as long as you have enough equivalent, you can still bombard demonic beasts.

But ogres only rub fireballs......

If you only have a fireball, it is still very simple for some demonic beasts. If the High Priest is not physically strong enough, as long as they encounter those demonic beasts that have the wisdom to return to the demonic beasts, their guardians will be monopolized by such demonic beasts.

Xiong Yan looked at it!

The high priest's strength index had indeed reached eight points, and if he looked around, only Broken Iron could surpass him. Other brown-skinned ogres also have a lot of strength in three to four, and the two-headed brown ogre can break through five and reach around six.

Strength was not the focus of the High Priest.

His intelligence reached ten!

Xiong Yan remembered that Xiao Hei once said that this intelligence value does not represent IQ, but is a combination of IQ and mental power.

The wise men of the ogre clan will not have a high IQ. It can only be said that the spiritual power of the high priest in front of him is too strong, but fortunately, he can only rub the fireball, and Xiong Yan may not be able to withstand it if he changes other skills.

No, the fireballs can't even stand it!

The high priest didn't mean to say a few words at all, and with a wave of his hand after standing up, a row of fireballs condensed and formed in the air, and a dozen fireballs the size of a panda's head came with the sound of the wind.

Xiong Yan had long known that the ogre rubbed the fireballs skillfully, but he didn't expect the other party to be able to send more than a dozen big fireballs.

"What about the rub?!"

Xiong Yan relied on his strong mobility to roll on the ground a few times, avoiding these fireballs, and scolded: "Rubbing the fireballs and rubbing the fireballs, why don't you even have the action of rubbing?

Before he could get up, dozens of fireballs came in front of him.

Xiong Yan could only continue to roll.

The onlookers exclaimed, "Oh my God, this bear rolls faster than we do!"

The high priest was also secretly frightened in his heart, and subconsciously controlled the fireball to block the rolling direction of Xiong Yan.

Finished!

Xiong Yan found that these fireballs were smashing towards him as if they didn't want money, sealing the angle at which he continued to roll.

Looks like you'll have to fight a few fireballs and find a chance to get up!

Xiong Yan secretly made up his mind, and suddenly with a force in his waist, he jumped up and rushed towards the high priest in the distance with the fireball.

Fireballs roared.

He raised his left forelimb!

"Tear up!"

The fireball turned into wisps of water vapor with a single flap of Frostmourn.

"What is this?!" all the ogres exclaimed.

Xiong Yan also looked at his left forelimb in astonishment: I didn't expect the sorrow of frost to be so good!