The moon rises and falls, and a month passes quietly.

In the past month, while Elder Munstein was studying, Leon was refining his body and forging his soul without sleep or food, and his strength had increased by leaps and bounds, from the first-level stone skin to the fifth-level giant power, only one step away from the sixth-level condensation.

Refining the body of the first-level stone skin 12 styles, the second-level rock muscle 24 styles, the third-level strong tendon 36 styles, the fourth-level iron bone 48 styles to the fifth level of the giant force 60 styles, a total of 180 styles before and after are completely integrated!

Compared with a month ago, his physique has changed amazingly, his body is extremely strong and perfect, there is no excess fat on his body, and his strength has improved by leaps and bounds.

From the skin membrane to the muscles and bones, every part of Leon's body has undergone a tempering similar to bone cutting and marrow-washing, and under the effect of the special breathing and breathing method, the five internal organs have been greatly strengthened, laying the most solid foundation for becoming a beast soul warrior in the future.

Compared with the refining of his physique, Leon's soul and mind have also undergone great changes, and in the non-stop cultivation day and night, he gradually forgot the past, no longer recalled his original world, and the original profound faces in his memory have also become blurred.

This change is not a bad thing for him, because it means that Leon is starting to truly integrate into the world.

"Hey!"

In the small square in the center of the tribal camp, Leon squatted down, hugged the blue-gray refining stone with open arms, and whispered.

The muscles of his arms bulged suddenly, the back of his shoulders swelled to the sides, and the bones of his whole body made a continuous crisp sound of "gaba", and the refining stone, which was ten feet high and four feet wide, was actually lifted off the ground by him, and it was more than two feet high.

Sweat rolled down from the well-defined body, and the setting sun shone on Leon's bronzed skin, refracting a metallic luster, full of the ultimate beauty of power

"Good!"

A group of bears who gathered around to watch the excitement cheered in unison, all of them showed excitement and admiration in their eyes, and only someone shouted "Old Lei Weiwu".

The hammers of this sub-bear descendant were completely numb to Leon's astonishing promotion speed, and they were no longer shocked and stunned, and some were only completely respectful, even the first warrior of the tribe, Rock Hammer, was no exception.

The stones placed in the small square were excavated and transported from the nearby mountains, and were simply polished according to different sizes for the tribal warriors to temper their physique.

The piece of stone that Leon had just lifted weighed three thousand pounds, the largest and heaviest of all the stones, and it took a dozen warriors to carry it here, and no one could shake it here.

Boom!

Leon let go of his arms, and the stone fell to the ground with a loud bang, and the earth was shaken.

Reaching out and patting the big rock, Leon was very satisfied, if he had stayed in the previous world, he would have enough power to put the weightlifting champion to shame.

According to the standards of the Book of Soul Refining, his refining body was already close to Dacheng, and the last level of condensation had no asana cultivation, which was the final breakthrough after accumulating strength to the peak.

Now he can control every muscle in his body as he wants, and his explosive power and staying power are ten times stronger than before.

"You practice hard, and one day you will be able to lift this alchemy stone like me!" he said to the bears.

Due to the large amount of God of War Oil, the Wildhammer Tribe had seventeen more barbarian warriors in this month, bringing the number of tribal barbarian warriors to fifty-three, more than half of all adult men in the tribe.

In addition, nearly twenty warriors have completed the promotion, and the number of second- and third-level barbarian warriors has increased to varying degrees, and the strength of the tribe can be said to have increased a lot.

Although the rock hammer has not yet broken through, with the help of the top-grade war god oil refined by the second-level demonic beasts, he is also close to the edge of the fifth level, and it is only a matter of time before he is promoted.

Normally, it takes seven or eight years for an orc to be promoted from a first-level brute warrior to level six, and Rock Hammer's talent is very good, and it also takes two years to go from level one to level four.

In contrast, Leon is a completely demonic being.

"The hunting party is back!"

Cheers rang out in the camp, and as it was about to fall, the hunting party led by Rock Hammer returned safely and brought back a lot of prey.

Due to the improvement of the strength of the warriors, Rock Hammer and the others dared to go into the western depths of the Wuthering Forest to hunt, although the risk was great, but the harvest was greater.

During this time, under the advice of Elder Munstan, Leon had only participated in a few hunts, so he was able to devote more time to cultivation.

However, this does not mean that the situation of the Hammer Tribe has completely changed.

The Glorious Continent also has four seasons, and it was the height of summer when Leon first came, and now the weather is getting cooler in autumn, and it is not far from the harsh winter.

If a tribe like Hammer doesn't store enough food, the winter will be very difficult, and many people will even starve to death, which makes the responsibility of the hunting party even heavier.

"Elder, I want to take the hunting team out tomorrow so that the rock hammer has enough time to complete his cultivation and break through to the fifth level!"

At dinner in the evening, Leon presented his idea to Elder Munstan.

He was now only one step away from the sixth level, and breaking through to Condensation was not something that could be completed by asana cultivation alone, it was time to do his part for the tribe.

The rock hammer next to him, who was gnawing on the flesh and bones, was stunned for a moment, put down the food urn and said angrily: "Brother Lei, I have no objection to you going hunting, but you can't leave me here, the night time is enough for me to practice my physical skills!"

Leon knew that Rock Hammer took his responsibility very seriously, so he watched as Munstan waited for him to make a decision—the Shaman's authority in the tribe was the highest.

Elder Munstein smiled slightly: "Ray, I know your concerns, but relying only on hunting, it is difficult for us to store enough food for the winter, and I don't want to see you take even greater risks." ”

"Actually, I have a better idea, but only you can do it. ”

The current camp of the Hammer Tribe is located on the edge of the Whooring Forest, from where you can climb two mountains east to reach the plains of the eastern continent and enter the territory of the Terran state.

At the junction of the forest and the plains, there is a small town of Black Rock inhabited by the Terrans.

Due to its geographical location, the town became a stronghold and supply point for Terran adventurers, mercenaries, small merchants, etc., so it was quite prosperous.

When the Hammer tribe first migrated here, they traded with the Grey Camel Merchants from Blackstone a few times in exchange for some necessary iron tools and food.

But since the Orcs could not enter the Terran towns, the initiative of the trade was entirely in the hands of the black-hearted Grey Camel Merchant, who could exchange ten fine animal skins for an iron pot, and a basket of dried medicinal herbs for a pound of wheat grain.

Such exploitation made the Hammer tribe quickly lose the only bit of family savings, and seeing that the Hammer tribe was no longer profitable for the time being, these gray camel merchants simply did not come.

"They will still come, and when we need food the most, they will take everything we have at a lower price, just like they do with other tribes!" said the shaman's eyes with a hint of anger: "There is nothing we can do. ”

"So what can I do?" Leon asked in a deep voice.

"You're different from us..."Elder Munstein said with a smile, "as long as the tiger stripe totem on your chest is covered, others will not think of you as an orc, they will think you are a barbarian." ”

"The leader porcupine that you and the Rock Hammer hunted, the fangs, the hides, and the magic core dug out of its body are all quite precious materials, and if you get them to Blackstone Town, you will definitely be able to exchange them for the food, iron and other materials we need. ”

"I see!" Leon suddenly realized.

The Terrans' indifference and hostility towards the Orcs made it impossible for the Hammer Tribe to send people to Blackstone Town to buy and sell things, so they could only accept the exploitation of black-hearted merchants, but he was different, disguised as a barbarian of similar size, believing that no one would suspect it, so that a relatively fair trade could be conducted.

"And weapons, what our tribe lacks most is not food, but weapons!" Leon clenched his fists: "Elder Munstan, leave this task to me, do you know how much these fangs and beast skin demon cores can be exchanged for?"

"I don't know..."Elder Munstein shook his head with a wry smile, "I haven't left the forest for decades, and I can only be sure that it's worth a lot of money. ”

He touched his sleeve, took out a few shiny coins and handed them to Leon: "This is the reward I received when I followed the orc mercenaries to fight in the Farea Empire, and now there are only the last three silver coins left as a souvenir, and I have never been willing to use them." ”

"You can't go to Blackstone Town without any money, and the silver coins will be handed over to you to bring with you, and I believe they will definitely come in handy. ”

A few decades ago, when the Kingdom of Beamon had not yet moved north to the Holy Land, the relationship between the beasts and the human race was not as cold as it is now, and tribal shamans like Elder Munstan had the opportunity to follow the mercenaries to fight on the continent, and his rich experience and understanding of the Radiant Continent stemmed from his experience when he was young.

However, decades of time are enough to change many things.

Leon took the silver coins that were as shiny as new, and these three silver coins undoubtedly carried many memories of Elder Munstan's past, so he was reluctant to spend them with him.

This is the first time Leon has seen the currency of this world, a silver coin is about half an inch in diameter, one side is engraved with the emperor's head, and the other side is the text and emblem of the Farea Empire, which is very beautifully cast.

Leon held the silver coin in his palm and said solemnly, "Don't worry, I will definitely bring back the supplies needed by the tribe!"

The person who can take a big advantage from Lao Lei has not yet been born, no matter which world it is!