Baroque and Ortu were fighting in full swing, and the unwitting orcs on this side, who had just been affectionate like brothers, were already tense at this time! The cavalry hundred-man team of the Hungry Wolf Legion, under the leadership of Barrotan, had surrounded the dozen or so people around the largest campfire. Even if the periphery was immediately surrounded by more than ten times the number of warriors of the Wolf Tooth Tribe, they had no fear. The dozen or so people around the campfire were all respected elders or high-ranking orcs of the Wolf Tooth tribe, just like the Baroque patriarch once taught them, capture the thief first and capture the king, and if they are caught, the other orcs will not dare to act rashly.

Zainzu was the captain of the Baroque guard, he didn't pay attention to what was going on here, let his men obey Barotan's command, and suddenly burst out of a fiery flame all over his body, and then under the gaze of all the orcs, his whole body was covered with fiery red metal-like scale armor, and the next moment he turned into a lizard-like monster. Rush to the battlefields of the Baroque and Ortu with a speed completely disproportionate to your body.

After all, the Baroque Wolf Beast Transformation Armor was not complete, and it was not easy for him to be able to fight Ortu for so long, and at this time he began to gradually fall into disadvantage. Zainzu fused with the Salaminzu Beast Armor and pounced into the battle circle, which made him breathe a sigh of relief. Although the two of them still couldn't defeat the saint-level beast warrior Ortu, unless they were really desperate, Ortu couldn't do anything about them for the time being. ..................

The final punch knocked Zainzu into the air, and Baroque took the opportunity to hit Ortu in the left shoulder, knocking him back a few steps, and the three finally stopped, each panting.

Hilda had already stood outside with her brother Hinardo, who was just able to walk, with tears on her face. The furious aura of the battle circle made it impossible for her to get close, and whoever hurt or who was hurt was something she didn't want to see. When the battle subsided, she immediately rushed over and grabbed Ortu's hand: "Father, don't fight, Baroque just healed his brother's leg, he is our benefactor, you can't treat them like this." ”

Otto glared at his daughter............ It's only been a few hours since we met. He helped outsiders to speak, which made him angry. In particular, Baroque rejected his proposal, which made him even more angry: "This bastard was bewitched by a human woman, and I asked him to drive away a human woman to marry you." He doesn't even look down on you. I'm going to wake him up, Hilda, and go away. ”

Hilda blushed at first...... was even a little shy and surprised, and then heard his father's words, and suddenly felt a sense of loss in his heart. Still holding Ortu's hand tightly: "Father." Don't fight, Baroque is a hero of the beasts, and if you hurt him, others will think that you are jealous of his exploits. "Clever girl, she actually knows how to use such an excuse to persuade.

Baroque was sore all over, although this battle was not in danger of his life, it was also the most all-out he had since coming to the northern tundra, even if he had fought with Protoya, he had never been so tired. It seems that the power of the saint level is indeed extraordinary, even several times stronger than the sky warrior level. Especially that layer of golden defensive fighting qi cover, if it weren't for the Baroque Don Wolf Phantom Armor, which had a special power blessing and could cause damage to it, I am afraid he would not have been able to fight Ortu for so long. As for Zainzu, although he only joined the battle circle last, he was more tired than the Baroque.

Stop, since Ortu is so stubborn, Baroque doesn't bother to leave a blind eye. It's a big deal that you don't want this bloodline identity, and you won't necessarily be able to develop and grow your own tribe without it.

The beastly armor on his body faded, and Baroque said to Oltu: "In that case. Then let's take our leave, and thank you for your hospitality, Patriarch Ortu. He turned and walked away without hesitation, waving to his people. The warriors of the Hungry Wolf Legion immediately approached, and they moved away from the Wolf Tooth Tribe. Wait until dawn to send someone to pick up old Crutu and leave!

Old Crutu was napping in a quiet tent in the distance, so weak that he had just woken up even with such great movement. As soon as he figured out what was going on, he came out and saw that Baroque was preparing to leave with his people. The old orc hurriedly shouted, "Baroque, stop!" and turned back to Ortu in a very dissatisfied tone, "Old fellow." When will your bear's temper change? This is your hospitality? The face of the Wolf Tooth tribe has made you lose everything!"

Only old Crutu dared to speak to Ortu like this, and if he were someone else, Ortu would have been mad a long time ago. Perhaps he also realized that his seizure was inexplicable, and he was out of breath and stopped making a sound.

"Baroque, come back, how can you leave without experiencing totem sacrifices?

Baroque was only momentarily angry, of course he didn't want to be isolated from the orcs forever with an unrecognized bloodline, so he walked over slowly, bowed slightly to Ortu, and said: "Please forgive me for my rude offense, Grand Chief Ortu! I can assure you that except for my private affairs, all matters within the Frostwolf Clan, our Blue Wolf Tribe, will fulfill our obligations." As the Great Chief, the authority you possess is also adapted to our Blue Wolf Tribe. ”

Oltu also knew that Baroque's temper was even more stubborn than his own, and he even dared to do something to him, the great chieftain. It's rare to see such a daring orc. I really love the young man in front of me, but I can't help his stubbornness. Wu was angry, snorted and left without looking back, and threw down a sentence far away: "You must rush to the clan altar in the north before sunrise tomorrow, if you are late...... Don't blame Lao Tzu for not caring about your bloodline sacrifice......"

After this trouble, the atmosphere of the party was gone, and the people of the two tribes who almost fought just now were also very embarrassed. The orcs of the Wolf Tooth tribe left one after another, and each returned to his tent to rest. Hilda glanced at Baroque and seemed to be a little speechless, but finally left with her brother in her arms.

Walking slowly, Cillardo suddenly patted the back of his sister's hand and laughed in a low voice, "Hilda, do you really like the Baroque Shaman?"

"Don't ...... Nonsense, I'm just grateful that he saved you!" Hilda's face turned red and said in a bit of a panic, in fact, the expression had betrayed her.

"Trust me, sister, you should be proactive. You know? Baroque is very loyal to his human woman, but he is an orc after all, and a hero who has what it takes to be the leader of the orcs. If he wanted to do more, if he wanted to gather more orc tribes, he had to solve this problem. Because there are too many stubborn tribal patriarchs like my father, they will never tolerate the future leader being surrounded by a human woman. This is your chance, Hilda, you don't have to fight for anything, you just need to get close to Baroque and stay with him as much as possible. That position in the future will definitely belong to you. "Hilnardo is a rare orc with outstanding intelligence, and although his character is a little weak, he has seen the essence of the matter, which even Baroque did not care much about at this time.

"Brother. Are you encouraging your sister to grab a man with another woman?" Hilda exclaimed, feigned annoyance.

"Isn't the good stuff worth grabbing? Believe me Hilda, Baroque is a very different man. Don't you notice the way he looks at you? He's going to like you, man...... Hehe, it's all the same!" Cillardo shook his head bitterly suddenly, remembering the girl he liked who had been torn apart by his father, Ortu. Maybe she's married to someone else by this time!

The brother and sister walked silently. Thinking about each other's hearts......................................................

The next day, almost in the middle of the night, Baroque and his people all got up. They eventually found a place to camp outside the Wolf Tooth Tribe, and spent the night thinking about blood sacrifices, so almost no one could actually sleep. When he saw the patriarch's tent lit up, old Ortu and Crutu walked out together, and several orcs in the distance drove out ten strong oxen and ten white horses that had been selected from the livestock pen, and Baroque immediately followed Ortu with his people.

As the Grand Chief of the Frostwolf Clan, the clan's altar was naturally built in the Wolf Tooth Tribe. Not far to the north, there is a rough stone platform with gray stones piled up dozens of zhang square, which seems to have been sprinkled with too much blood. Dark brown, two wooden pillars were erected, painted with rough and abstract giant wolf carvings, these two wooden pillars had some totem pole properties, and the rest of the stone platform at this time had nothing on it except for a few skulls of cattle and sheep.

Baroque imagined blood sacrifice as too mysterious, but in fact the process was very simple and not simple. To put it simply, it is to slaughter ten oxen and ten horses, sprinkle the altar with blood, and then pile the heads of the oxen and horses on top of it. Old Oltu wore the robes of the beasts that were characteristic of sacrificial ancestors, and prayed to the heavens for blessings. And in this process, Baroque needs to stand by his side!

It's not easy, it's the end of the sacrifice. Orcs who want to be recognized by their bloodline must be able to resonate with visions. In other words, there must be something different on the altar, otherwise the ancestors will not recognize it.

Baroque was still a little apprehensive about this ethereal thing. Who knows if the spirit of the ancestors is spiritual? If there is no vision, won't he be busy in vain? So he has to prepare in advance, and no one knows what his preparation is! Of course, his mount, the frost wolf Rak, is nowhere to be found at this time!

Valuable livestock were directly decapitated. Fierce blood shot onto the stone platform, dyeing the gray stone platform blood red. Old Otto muttered a prayer that only he could understand, and he dipped his hands in the blood of cows and horses, and then smeared the two wooden pillars with two bloodied hands, smearing all the carvings of the giant wolf. He finally wiped the blood on Baroque's cheek, and suddenly shouted loudly: "Frostwolf soul, great ancestor, please give the lost returnees the glory of blood......!"

Then there was silence, and after about a minute or so, the altar did not move, and old Oltu's face began to look ugly. He even looked at Baroque with suspicion, wondering if he was a descendant of the Frostwolf Clan!

Fortunately, he was prepared, and he called out in his heart, and the frost wolf Rak, who had long been out of his body, sneaked quietly from the ground, and his spirit beast body burrowed into the wooden pillars of the altar, and then the two wooden pillars suddenly emitted light, and a faint wolf of light and shadow appeared, and the bright wolf of light even overshadowed the rising sun in the early morning!

All the warriors of the Blue Wolf Tribe cheered, and Old Oltu finally breathed a sigh of relief!

The blood sacrifice is over, but Baroque suddenly hears a message from his soul from the frost wolf Rak............ Suddenly, Baroque's heart beat violently!(To be continued.) )