Passive Skill: [Natural Armor]. As a creature favored by nature, gain +1 armor and +1 regeneration.

The recovery of the broken tooth wound is obviously the effect of regeneration +1 in the passive skill of [Natural Armor], and the armor +1 overlaps with the [Thick Skin] in the hunter beast talent tree that Ron himself has, which directly makes the defense ability of the Broken Tooth Fur become +3 at this moment.

If the apparent numbers are converted into representations, a civilian's dagger stab with ordinary strength can no longer penetrate the fur of a broken tooth.

And after seeing the effect of the [Demon Tyrannosaurus Dragon's Fang] attached skill, Ron also immediately sensed which part of the game system was manifested in the world of Faeron.

"It turns out that the so-called evolution is the power of the beast talent tree. ”

In the game, in order to increase the fun of the hunter class, the hunter's beast companions are also given a talent tree, and at the same time, according to the different beast races, they are divided into three series: wild, cunning and tenacious, some of the talents in the three series are common, and the other part of the talents are unique.

Ron's first summoned Broken Tooth belongs to the feline family, which belongs to the Wild line with strong attacks, and [Natural Armor] is an initial talent shared by all three sets.

............

Night fell silently.

It was already evening when Ron communicated with Old Saivi, and with the time of the Broken Tooth Possession and Rebirth Evolution, the Bridge area was already shrouded in darkness when he came out of the gladiatorial arena, and only a few places were still lit up in the cold wind.

And the Five Pots Wine Hotel is one of them.

There was no moon, and the alleys outside the Wuju Inn, like dark tunnels, were more than a little better than in the slums, but at night, there were still no pedestrians.

Riding a bloodhound-sized broken tooth, Ron strolled down the trail towards the Five Pots Inn, his brown body and broken tooth's hair blending in the darkness, leaving only a pair of fiery red and orange eyes glinting in the alley.

Then, the lights of the Five Pots Hotel appeared in front.

............

The five-pot wine hotel is bustling.

There are merchants who come to Ascatra to buy and sell, there are adventurers who escort caravans, and there are some local people of Ascatla.

They were discussing the earthquake in Ascatra a few days ago, with some speculating that a new cavity had appeared in the ground of Askatla, and some were speculating that a powerful and evil mage was conducting experiments in the underground of Askatra.

But all this came to an abrupt end with the sound of the door swinging in the hall, and all eyes were on the door, but all they could see was the dark night outside the door.

"Hey, hey, hey!"

"What are you all looking at?"

"Watch straight ahead, straight ahead!"

Some annoyed sounds came from under the door, and the guests in the hall noticed the source of the sound, a little in front of the door, a little guy who was less than half the height of an ordinary person, wearing a well-fitting leather armor, stared at a pair of big shining eyes, and angrily scanned the entire hall.

"Haha!"

"It turned out to be Miro, no wonder I can't see anyone!"

"It's, it's just, Miro, you can't grow any taller!"

“............”

Many people couldn't tell the difference between a dwarf and a halfling, but it was clear that there were many people in the hall who knew the halfling wanderer, so the teasing words rang out, and for a moment the hall was filled with a happy atmosphere.

"BrandoBris, I hope your purse is gone tomorrow. ”

Often haunted by the Five Pot Wine Hotel, Miro knew most of the people here, so he knew that they were joking, so after swearing half-truths in the name of the halfling god of thieves, Miro whistled behind him.

Then a large mouth full of sharp fangs and a pair of horns as sharp as a sword emerged from the darkness, and then pushed open the swaying door of the five-pot inn.

"Boom!"

"Minotaur!"

"Gnoll!"

"Wokin is on top, this can't be!"

Amid the sound of weapons chirping, two creatures, one of the two creatures of the Five Pots of Wine, one of medium size with reddish brown hair, a coyote head slightly taller than an adult human male, dressed in matte steel plate armor, holding a flail and a thick oak tower shield in his hand.

The other large creature was more than two and a half meters tall, with the head of a bull, a thick body with many bony punctures, and a wooden staff tied to the head and brilliant feathers of a beast in the huge palm of only three fingers, and a crown of the same brilliant feathers on the head.

Walking in was a gnolf and a minotaur.

In fact, the Gnolls and Minotaurs are not uncommon in the world of Toriel, the Gnolls are widely distributed in a tribal manner across the continent of Faeron, and most of them believe in the king of the Gnolls, Yenogu, who likes to walk nocturnally, eat meat, and like to prey on intelligent creatures.

Most of the minotaurs live in the underground world, except for being captured by the dark elves as slaves, most of the remaining tribes believe in Buffyment, the king of the minotaurs.

And most importantly, the god Buffyment, the god of the Minotaurs, and the god of the Gnolls, Yenogu, are mortal enemies!

"Hey, hey, hey!"

"Don't be nervous, everyone!"

"This pastor, yes, that's you, can you come over for a moment?"

The halfling thief Miro had apparently anticipated the reaction of the people in the hall, and he motioned for the gnolls and minotaurs to stand at the entrance to the hall, and then found a priest from the nervous sword-unsheathed party.

"This priest, will you be able to unleash [Detect Evil]?"

"Please release these two!"

"As for the cost of spellcasting, I'll bear it!"

A white glimmer shot out of the hands of the unknown priest, covering the minotaur and the gnolf, but there was no glimmer of red light, and the white light covering the minotaur and gnoll's fur was still pure, indicating that they were not in the evil camp.

The power of the divine magic can naturally be trusted, even if this priest believes in only a minor god in the human god system, so everyone in the hall relaxes and returns to their positions.

And Miro wasted no time in shouting.

"Uncle Sam, give all the guests in the hall a glass of thunder ale!"

"I solemnly introduce you to my two buddies, this is Kane Bloodhoof the Minotaur and Hogg the Gnoll over there, they are both neutral camps, you don't need to be afraid!"

"And, both Kane and Hogg, although they are big, they are both smart and able to speak the lingua franca. ”

"In the future, we will be an adventure group, I hope you will take care of it!"