The army of the Berserk Horde still caught up, and by this time the orcs of the Hungry Wolf Legion were already cleaning up the battlefield. Most of the more than 500 human cavalry were killed by the spears, and only a few of the guys who were exceptionally well-dressed and looked like leaders were left dead. But they were all wounded, and if the Baroque had not shown mercy, they probably would not have lived long. The orcs don't care about this, their excitement hasn't passed yet, remember the order, and collect the fine gold spear immediately. The Baroque patriarch said that none of these things should be missing, otherwise the old Saadin patriarch of the gray dwarf would be angry. Think of the half-length armor made by the gray dwarves that each of them wears............ It's better not to offend the gray dwarves!

The leader of the Gentlemen, several captains of hundreds, and five magicians were captured and escorted to Baroque as soon as possible. The orcs didn't care who they were, and they kicked to the ground, crawling at the feet of Baroque and Protoya.

"Ah, aren't these noble human adults? You don't look very good! I'm sorry that we're so poor in the tundra that we don't have anything good to entertain, it's rude. Baroque said with an 'apologetic face'.

"Orcs, do you know what you've done? These people you killed have great power in the Odria Empire, and this will bring disaster to your tribe and to the orc race. The leader was stunned and didn't say anything, but the middle-aged man led by the five magicians spoke.

"Oh yes? Protoya, Brother Noltega, do you hear me, we're in trouble!" Baroque said solemnly to the two orcs beside him.

Noltega kicked the leader of the squirt at his feet and scolded: "Human bastards, if we don't kill you, will you let us go? It is you who enter the tundra every year to kill us orcs, and you have brought disaster!"

"I didn't say anything, he said it, why did you hit me?" the leader was very aggrieved, spat out a mouthful of blood, and pointed at the middle-aged magician and screamed at Nortega.

Flutter. A few orcs around couldn't hold back their laughter! This realm of human nests gave them a new understanding, it seems that not all humans are strong, cold and cruel, this guy is not worthy of being called a warrior at all. Maybe this is the kind of gold-plated and seniorized human that the Baroque patriarch said?

"It's different, orcs. Don't you notice that this year is very special?" It seemed that the magician had already seen life and death, and said in a mocking tone: "This year marks the thirtieth anniversary of the marriage of His Majesty Anthony, Emperor of the Adriatic Empire, to Empress Josephine. To celebrate this special holiday, we multiplied the number of soldiers who went into the tundra to capture orcs and waited until the day of the anniversary. We're hosting the biggest orc slave gladiatorial tournament ever held in the Duron Imperial Capital. With the blood of tens of thousands of orcs, celebrate the brave Majesty Anthony and the honorable Empress Josephine. Orcs, you are only defeating a group of rich merchants or nobles, and when you encounter our elite legions, you have only two choices: die in battle, or become gladiators! Of course, the final outcome is still death, haha!"

Plotoya's face was gloomy, and Noltega was directly mad, his temper was hot, and he was about to rush forward. Stopped by Baroque reaching out. Noltega couldn't move one of Baroque's arms, and he was startled............ He couldn't push one of Baroque's arms with all his strength, and it was clear that Baroque hadn't used all his strength in the fight just now. If he had used all his strength, he would have lost a long time ago, and only now he was convinced of the Baroque!

"Don't be busy, these people are still useful, at least we can know some information about the Adria Emperor's ** regiment from their mouths. Baroque explained with a smile to Noltega.

Several silent mages erupted, each unleashing a fireball spell. Burned several centenarian captains beside him. The middle-aged magician led by him threw out a fire dragon, and after burning the terrified Commander to death, the fire dragon castrated and attacked the Baroque unabated! This magician was probably of the highest rank, although he lost too much blood from being pierced through the thigh by a thin spear. It's very weak, but the power of the fire dragon technique should not be underestimated.

The most feared by orcs are human magicians, because they have almost no good resistance to magic, especially fire-based magic, which is the natural enemy of orcs. Noldega couldn't help but take a step back, fearing that the flames would scorch the fur on his body. And the Baroque did not retreat, but moved forward. Around him, dozens of basin-sized ice blades appeared, quickly closing the knot that wrapped the fire dragon. When the ice blades melted into water, the dragon dissipated without a trace. The middle-aged magician's expression changed: "Are you a shaman?" he felt a little incredulous, because the orc in front of him was too young. Any young orc shaman, especially those with exceptional talents, is a potential threat to humanity that must be eliminated.

When the other four magicians were about to commit suicide, they were stopped by the orcs in time, knocking them out one after another, and the knots were sturdy. It's annoying to have the mage kill several other human centurion captains right under his nose.

"As you can see, the spirit of the ancestors is blessed! I am a shaman, and my secrets are more than that, would you be interested in knowing?" Baroque was not angry, and said to the magician with a smile: "Of course, I am also a guest here, and the master has arrived, so we still have time to talk about it!" Baroque suddenly came to the middle-aged magician like a ghost, and slashed his palm on his neck, and the magician passed out. Before letting the people carry him away, of course, he couldn't forget to take off the storage ring on his finger―――――― the magic giant crossbow must be in it, and Baroque is still thinking about it!

The orc army of the Berserk Tribe stopped not far away, and the old orc led by the leader rode over on a black earth bear accompanied by several shamans! Protoya hurriedly greeted the old orc and saluted: "Father, why are you here? These human mongrels have been settled, your health is not good, go back and rest!" It turns out that this old orc is the old patriarch of the Berserk tribe, Krutu, who is also the chief of the War Bear clan.

Baroque found that the old orc Crutu's face was full of wrinkles, and he was very old! The original black fur on his body looked dry and scorched, as if it had been burned by the fire, and even a little abnormal. He knew that Plottoya was the eldest son of Krutu, and he was in the prime of life at the age of thirty, and it stands to reason that Krutu's age was between fifty and sixty years old at most, but judging from his face, he looked young when he said ** ten years old. It is clear that Crutu's body is either sick or has suffered a severe injury. As a result, the body's functions decay prematurely.

"I can't die yet. "The old orc Crutu seemed angry, and did not have a good face for this eldest son, whom he had loved so much. "Plottoya, you've disappointed me, and I'm very worried about your ability to lead a berserk tribe. Don't you know it's spring. Is it possible for an army of humans to raid us at any moment?"

Plottoya lowered her head and said in a muffled voice, "Father, I know. ”

"Cub bear, since you know, why did you send out all the young people of the tribe to graze their livestock, and did not leave the strength to protect the tribe's settlement? These human mongrels are bound to hit our colonies and cause us heavy losses. Even if you can gather an army to kill the human cavalry later, you can't save the dead, and you can't recover what you've lost. The old beast gasped and cursed, and Protoya realized his mistake and hung her head and said nothing. Baroque found a little on the side...... The three shamans were indifferent, their eyes were just staring at the warriors of the Hungry Wolf Legion, looking at the weapons in their hands and the armor on their bodies, revealing an almost naked greedy color, which made the Baroque teeth cold! And according to common sense, they should advise Old Crutu at this time. Instead of watching the hilarious. The Baroque wondered: it seems that Protoya is not exactly what he says in the Berserk Tribe.

After Krutu vented, he loved this eldest son the most, and when he saw that Protoya knew his mistake, he stopped scolding. Only then did he turn to look at Baroque who was standing aside, and showed a kind smile: "If I guessed correctly, you are the patriarch of the blue wolf tribe mentioned by Protoya, and you are also the youngest shaman, Baroque, right? On behalf of the Berserk Horde, I need to thank you for stopping the human cavalry attack. ”

"As you can see, Honorable Patriarch of Krutu, Your Excellency the Great Chief of the War Bear Clan!" Baroque stroked his chest slightly in respect, "I am here for the common safety of the Beast Clan. Stop human invasions. Protecting the homeland is the duty of every orc. You're so kind!"

"Baroque, I heard that you are a shaman, and which shaman elder has your identity approved?" asked one of the three shamans.

"Unfortunately, if Brother Plottoya had explained to you the origin of our Blue Wolf Tribe, you should know that we have only been back in the northern tundra for less than a year, and we have not had time to go to the Shaman Elders to seek approval from the Shamans. We haven't even visited His Excellency Ortu, the Grand Chief of the Frostwolf Clan. But I'll be there soon...... Wait until this human spring offensive is over. Baroque replied 'respectfully'. But in fact, he looked down on these three shamans in his heart, and he didn't even bother to ask their names.

"Well, in that case, then your identity is still uncertain, so don't declare it in the name of shamanic sacrifice yet. The shaman is a symbol of the beast totem, a sacred profession, don't desecrate it!" Baroque was a little stunned when the priest said this, and behind him, the warriors of the Hungry Wolf Legion were about to turn their faces...... They don't care what shaman is or not, and if they dare to insult and despise the Baroque patriarch, then they must have the consciousness to bear a terrible price.

Obviously, the three shamans may have been arrogant in the past, or they may have lacked a tendon in their heads. After the first shaman said this, another shaman who was obviously also from the Frostwolf Clan spoke up: "Also, you have not been confirmed by the Great Chief of the Frostwolf Clan, and you are not allowed to call yourself the noble status of the Frostwolf Clan. At this time, you are just an ordinary orc tribe, and since you are here to participate in the orc alliance, you must accept the command of the alliance. All of their weapons and armor need to be folded away and distributed to the strongest orc warriors. ”

............ Baroque finally knew why they were always reluctant to talk about other shamanic sacrifices when they were chatting with Tinga and Ammoshaman!

Suddenly, for the first time, Baroque felt deep regret for his assassination of Amo and Tinga! these two men were rare in their integrity and piety, but he did not regret killing them, but regretted them...... Perhaps he wiped out the last conscience of the shaman's sacrifice! )