The night was as cool as water, the autumn insects murmured, and the cold moonlight seeped in through the wooden window and sprinkled into the room.

Leon sat on the wooden bed with his eyes closed, his hands pressed flat on his knees, his breathing became vague, and the whole person seemed to be one with the surrounding environment, calm and peaceful.

But in his body, far from being so calm, countless filamentous streams of heat rose from the hundreds of limbs, circulated rapidly, and finally converged in Leon's heart, forming an air mass the size of a baby's fist.

This is the source power, the original power of the body, as long as you practice according to the breathing and breathing method of the spirit refining technique, it will naturally be generated in the body over time, from less to more, trickling into a river.

The source power combined with physical skills makes a brute warrior strong from the inside out, it can restore the warrior's physical strength, quickly recover the damage caused by combat and cultivation, and support the body to burst out with stronger strength.

The most important thing is that the source power is the cornerstone of the soul power, and the more pure and powerful the source power, the higher the probability of becoming a beast soul warrior.

After reaching the fifth-level giant power of refining the body, Leon's physical strength has reached the peak extreme, and it is almost impossible to take another step, but there is still a lot of room for improvement in the refining of the source force, which is where the mystery of the sixth-level condensation lies.

It usually takes several years for an ordinary orc brute warrior to refine a source force qi mass like Leon's body.

Despite the rapid progress, Leon has never been complacent, he deeply understands that he has only just found the threshold of the palace of martial arts in this world, so he cultivates all the time to improve himself, and at night he simply replaces sleep with luck and breath, and the effect is very good.

After a cycle of source power, Leon's breathing became longer again, and Ji'er began the second round of luck.

Leon, who was immersed in cultivation, didn't notice that the tiger head thorns on his chest slowly turned from dark blue to crimson, emitting a faint light as he breathed.

A pair of tiger eyes seem to have come to life, revealing a bit of majesty and domineering!

.........

Early in the morning, when it was still dark, Leon left the Hammer Tribe camp and set out on his way to Blackstone.

Elder Munstein was sent down the mountain with Rock Hammer, and Leon was not alone, but one of the tribe's bears, Hammer, acted as his guide.

Leon carried a package in which the skin and two fangs of the leader porcupine were carefully encased, and the most valuable core was hidden on his body, as well as a battle axe as his main weapon.

This tomahawk is, of course, Rock Hammer's most beloved weapon, and considering that Leon only has a short knife to defend himself, he contributes his tomahawk to lend it to Leon - this is the best weapon in the Mad Hammer tribe.

Follow the trails trodden by the beasts, over high mountains, through a thick, damp jungle, and in front of another rolling mountain range.

"Brother Lei, if you climb this mountain again, we will be able to see Blackstone Town...", the fire hammer who acted as a guide wiped the sweat from his forehead and said.

Leon stretched out his hand and patted his bear on the head, and said with a smile: "Seeing that you are very tired, take a rest and go back, and I will walk the rest by myself." ”

This little bear hammer is only fifteen years old today, and he is a rare clever ghost among the children of the Wild Bear tribe, and he likes to be mischievous and mischievous, often sneaking outside the camp to play, and is very familiar with the surrounding terrain and environment.

After the Hammer Tribe moved here, he sneaked out to play and encountered a small caravan of gray camels, which allowed the tribe to obtain some much-needed supplies through trading.

"Okay, Brother Lei, then I'll go back first. Firehammer blinked his big black eyes, bit his lip and said, "That, that..."

He couldn't tell what he was, and Mao Xiong's face actually showed a look of embarrassment.

Leon laughed and slapped him heavily: "You hairy child, will Brother Lei still lie to you, go back and wait, I will definitely come back before it falls." ”

The little fellow was very envious of the warriors who could go out hunting, and he had always dreamed of having a small hunting bow of his own, so that even if he could not go out hunting, he could shoot some birds, beasts, hares, and other small game near the camp.

The dream of the fire hammer was no secret in the tribal camp, so when Leon came out, he promised to bring him a hunting bow, which made the little fellow very happy, and he was undoubtedly constantly chattering in his heart, for fear that Leon would forget.

"Ahh

The little bear hammer covered his head and hugged his head, and fled far away before shouting: "Brother Lei, I'm waiting for you!"

Leon smiled dumbly, straightened out his package, and walked towards the mountain ahead.

Walking forward alone, Leon couldn't help but speed up, and the improvement in strength brought about by a month of hard work was fully reflected at this moment.

With a body as strong as a tiger bear, but with agility and speed that surpasses that of an ape leopard, Leon took a step forward and reached ** feet away in an instant.

If he encountered a barrier such as a stone or shrub, he just stepped lightly on it, and the whole person immediately swept over.

This sweeping march made Leon feel great, and he controlled the surging power within him, and it didn't take him long to climb to the top of the mountain.

Ahead, a whole new world appeared before his eyes.

Looking down on the land from the top of the mountain, the vast plains are so beautiful!

The plains stretch out into the distance, where a large river rushes from the north, and the abundant water sources give birth to the swampy areas along the water, where storks and cranes fly from time to time.

At the foot of Léon, at the junction of the south-eastern side of the mountain range and the plain, stands a small town, whose buildings look like stacked matchboxes because of the distance.

This is where Leon is today.

After enjoying the magnificent scenery for a moment, Leon followed the hill in the direction of Blackstone, and after about half an hour's trek, he finally set foot on the plain, and the town was not far ahead.

There is a road on the plains that leads directly to Blackstone, and the roads are lined with cultivated farmland and scattered farmhouses.

It was harvest season, the wheat in the fields was about to ripen, and the wind on the plains blew and blew up waves of golden wheat, which was undoubtedly refreshing and slowed down.

There were many farmers working in the fields, dressed in sackcloth and hats to shade the sun, and looked at Leon as he walked by on the road with awe.

Jingle bells!~

A crisp bell sounded in the wind, and a caravan of grey camels rushed from behind, overtaking Leon towards Blackstone.

At the head of the caravan was a young blonde rider, dressed in a suit of leather armor inlaid with metal plates, with a sword on his back and a tall horse, followed by several mercenaries who served as guards.

As he passed Leon's side, he turned his head and glanced coldly, with a hint of disdain and contempt in his eyes.

It was the first time for Leon to see the Terrans in this world, many of these merchants and mercenaries were blonde, blue-eyed, high-nosed and deep-eyed, although the size and physique were much worse than Leon's, but even the weakest-looking mercenaries were much stronger than Leon with a tattered battle axe on his back.

Leon noticed that the mercenaries were hanging crossbows next to their saddles.

The gray camel is the most common transportation animal power on the glorious continent, hard-working and good at trekking through mountains and rivers, it looks very much like the camel of Leon's original world, but the limbs and neck are much shorter and thicker, there are wooden shelves hanging in the recesses of the hump, and each gray camel is full of large bags of goods.

Several merchants with relatively luxurious clothes also sat on the gray camels, and their seats were wrapped in brocade cloth and looked quite beautiful, and they were much more comfortable and enjoyable than the mercenaries walking in front and behind.

Gray camel merchants belong to the middle and low-level traveling traders, they either wholesale from large merchants or small and medium-sized workshops to order, and then through the sand camel transportation to all corners of the mainland, the wind and food sleeping in the open is quite hard and dangerous, but also tempered a black heart.

A dagger made of fine iron was transported from the eastern part of the continent to the northern or central western regions, and the price of a dagger made of fine iron increased to at least ten times, and for the sake of monetary profit, the gray camel merchant dared to go deep into the forest to deal with the uncivilized cannibals.

This caravan has more than 20 gray camels carrying goods and dozens of mercenary guards, which can be regarded as a very powerful team, many gray camel merchants often only have two or three gray camels, and the guards are even more pitiful.

Thinking back to the common sense that Elder Munstein had told him, Leon followed the caravan far behind and entered Blackstone.

There are no fortifications such as wooden fences on the city walls, and some houses are made of stone and wood, with yellow-brown walls crawling with vines and plants, and black Senkaku roofs lined up one after another, with traces of wind and frost everywhere, faintly revealing a hint of antiquity.

Most of the houses in the town are two- or three-story buildings, barely able to accommodate two gray camels, and the parallel road is paved with blue-black stone slabs, smooth and clean.

The further you walked into the town, the more lively it became, with shops, inns, bars and pubs on both sides of the street, some plainly dressed townspeople and mercenary adventurers with arrows and bows in and out, and the shouts of shopkeepers and the bargaining of customers came and went, far into the streets and alleys.

Although this is not a bustling modern metropolis, the scene still gives Leon a touch of intimacy.

The barbarian is a vassal of the Terran race, and he is also synonymous with barbarian backwardness on the Glorious Continent, plus Leon's tattered costume, so when walking on the street, most of the mercenary adventurers of the Terran saw him coldly, and even had some contempt.

The ordinary townsfolk were somewhat frightened and did not dare to approach his side.