The blue-robed priest Bronn was assassinated by a spear! Not only were all the orc warriors of the Shaman Elder Council in an uproar, but also Grand Elder Onetto himself was instantly furious. His status is revered, and it has been a long time since he has shown his strength to the orcs. Now, a violent wind suddenly blew around him, forming a tornado, forcing all the orcs within more than ten zhang of the surrounding area to retreat, forming a large clearing. A dark totem pole suddenly appeared on the ground, a thick black light emerged from the top, and a fierce beast that seemed to have been dormant for a long time suddenly erupted. Its huge head covered with black scale armor suddenly sprang up and turned into a huge totem spirit beast...... It was a beast like a dragon! It roared silently towards the rocky walls, and the ground seemed to shake.

Baroque himself was unaware, but the people standing around him retreated, as if they were being pushed by an invisible force, and their faces were pale and they had difficulty breathing, as if they had suffered a mental shock———— and indeed suffered a spiritual shock.

Black-armored dragon beast, this is a ninth-level demonic beast that is not a giant dragon but comparable to a giant dragon, this kind of demonic beast is not only strong, violent and murderous, but even has a very special dark magic, which can send a deadly oppressive attack on the spirit of any intelligent race. It can be said that this magical beast is a natural nemesis for human magicians. Even a magician who has reached the Dharma Saint level must be extremely careful in the face of this kind of magical beast. Unexpectedly, the totem spirit beast of the old orc shaman under the city was actually such a fierce thing. Baroque couldn't help but frown, although he was not afraid, the others seemed to be a little uncomfortable.

After casting his dismount, Grand Elder Onetto was still full of gloomy anger and shouted in a deep voice: "Young man, you are the Baroque of the Blue Wolf Tribe?

"I am Baroque, the patriarch of the Blue Wolf Tribe!" Baroque replied without fear, "Bronn is attacking my territory and harming my tribesmen, so he must have the consciousness of being killed by me." Anyone is the same, if you dare to come to the blue wolf tribe to provoke, you must have the consciousness of paying the price of blood. ”

"Young man, my ignorance is astonishing to me. A small tribe. Thousands of patriarchs, you get carried away? You don't know who you're provoking yet, and the Valley of Miracles can easily wipe you and your tribe with just one hand. ”

"Oh. It seems that the Double-Headed Eagle Legion of the Adria Empire also thinks the same way!, but now this legion has been removed from the mainland and is forever a memory. Baroque said indifferently, meaningfully: "Your Excellency the Shaman, you must be from the Shaman Presbyterian Council of the Valley of Miracles, right? We were busy and didn't have time to chat. State your purpose and don't waste time. ”

"I am Onetto, the Grand Elder of the Valley of Miracles!Baroque, you have the power of a shaman, but you have seriously offended the Shamanic Presbyterian Church, and as punishment you must follow me to the Valley of Miracles to be punished. Otherwise, you will bring disaster to your tribe. Onetto snorted coldly.

"Is it, then, what am I guilty of? Just because you greedy people have not succeeded in asking me for the totem pole of the Tree of Life, and you are so angry that you have thought of this way to clean me up, and have completely forgotten my merit in giving you the complete Star Totem Array Slate?" Baroque said sarcastically.

"As a member of the Orcs, it is your duty to give to the Shamanic Elders. The Star Totem Array and the Tree of Life Totem Pole are the wealth of the entire beast clan, and you don't have any right to hide and dispose of them without permission. Give it up, and then hand over your method of boiling salt by the great lake of Perme, and you will follow us back to the Valley of Miracles for judgment. Perhaps the benevolent elders will alleviate the punishment, and if they are persistent, the blue wolf tribe will not be qualified to survive in the northern tundra. ”

Baroque's face was instantly ugly, and a wave of anger germinated uncontrollably...... Damn, they actually knew about the salt drying on the shore of the Great Lake of Permo, and they must have passed through there when they came. I'm afraid that at this time it has been captured, and the tribesmen are more auspicious and less ....... "Hey. My tribe needs no consent from anyone to survive on the mainland!Elder Onetto, I hope you had better not hurt my people on the shores of Lake Perme, or I will make you regret it for the rest of your life. ”

"Hmph. Are you threatening a black-robed priest, arrogant young man, don't take any chances, your settlement at Lake Permo has fallen, and your rebellious people may have died at the hands of the army of the Valley of Miracles. If you still resist, it will be the same fate. ”

Onetto's words caused a commotion among the orcs of the Wolf Tribe———— but their families and brothers were there at Lake Permo, if they were all killed. Most orcs in the tribe will have lost loved ones. This made them grief and indignation, and their eyes glared at the enemy army beneath the city, and if it weren't for the Baroque patriarch in front of them, the people who had lost their minds would even rush out and fight desperately.

Baroque suddenly tore off the shaman's robe, straightened his sturdy upper body, picked up the pure gold battle axe specially made for him by the gray dwarf, and jumped from a height of several feet on the rock wall. Frost wolf Rak, as strong as a cat, also jumped up from the city wall, stepped on a few protrusions on the rock, and deftly climbed down to Baroque's side. Baroque stepped onto the frost wolf, carried the adamantite giant axe, and roared loudly: "Onetto, come out and duel me, if you are still an orc man, don't hide behind and play with your filthy mouth." To punish me, come yourself, or I will let you be buried for my people in the name of the spirits of the ancestors. ”

Baroque's reaction was not reckless, he simply challenged Onetto in the manner of an orc warrior. Onetto could not refuse unless he gave up his reputation completely. However, as a shaman, he still has the privilege of having his followers and guardians take his place in the face of this challenge. In fact, Baroque can also let his guardian orcs fight, but he is too angry, and a anger in his chest is uncontrollable, and he needs to kill and dissipate it himself.

Sure enough, for some reason, Onetto did not go into battle himself, but sent his followers to fight. It was an orc as tall as a giant, with a body nearly three meters tall, and even if Baroque rode a frost wolf, it was only at his level. Dragging a huge mace weighing hundreds of pounds, he walked towards the Baroque with a cruel smile on his face...... He didn't have a mount, and with his massive body, he really didn't have a suitable mount unless he was an earth-walking dragon.

The Behemoth began to run, already swinging his mace and smashing it at Baroque. Baroque raised his tomahawk without fear. There was a terrible screeching sound of metal, and the two of them were as tall as children to strong men, but the Baroque was no less powerful than this giant beastman. After bearing the terrifying force, as soon as he disengaged slightly, he immediately wielded a tomahawk and counterattacked. Two ** powerful and chaotic warriors fought, and the blue wolf tribesmen on the city wall shouted loudly to cheer for their patriarch. The orc warriors on Orneto's side were dumbfounded, they didn't expect that someone would be able to match the strength of the giant beasts.

You must know that this follower of Great Elder Onetto, the giant beastman, is born with divine power, except for the fact that the Beamon Beast Master was able to suppress him by half with the help of Beamon's power, even a high-level beast battle qi warrior could not defeat him in strength. But the patriarch of the blue wolf tribe in front of him fought hard, and he didn't even fall behind, how could this not make the orcs frightened...... The orcs worship the strong, and they have already recognized the identity of Baroque warriors in their hearts.

Baroque is to strike the enemy's confidence, otherwise if he had activated the beast armor, he would have killed the giant beastman a few times. After a frantic collision and fighting, he suddenly roared, and the adamantite giant axe actually clicked, and actually cut off the arm of the mace in the giant beastman's hand.

Baroque didn't take advantage of it, he threw away the giant axe with his hand, stepped forward with his bare hands, and slammed into the giant palm wielded by the giant beastman. With a dull creak, the beastman finally let out a miserable snort, and couldn't help but fall backwards, holding his arms and looking at Baroque with an incredulous face............ This time, his arm was actually broken!

"Do you want to continue, if you continue, I will kill you. You are a warrior and should not have died in the fratricide of the orcs. Go back, no one will laugh at your cowardice. Baroque said to the beastman, "It would be a shame to kill such a warrior." Even if you want to die, you should die on the battlefield with humans.

"Sander, come back. "Onetto finally opened his mouth to recall the giant beastman, and he was reluctant to let his followers die in vain, since the Baroque pretended to let him go, just to push the boat down the river, but he didn't expect this young man's strength to be so strong, I'm afraid that no one around him is his opponent, so he can only take action himself.

"Oneto, you better come in person, don't let your men die. Baroque glared at Onetto coldly, making the old orc, who had always been haughty, furious. He jumped out of the wolf, held his black totem pole, and walked towards the Baroque.

Baroque also took out his own totem pole, although it was also black, but at this time it emitted a milky white shimmer, and a soft breath came to his face...... This is the breath of the tree of life! Onetto looked at this totem pole with fiery eyes, the young man in front of him has six totem poles like this, if they are placed in the hands of the great shamans of the Valley of Miracles, how much will their strength increase! Onetto made up his mind that he would not give Baroque any chance, he was ready to trigger the most powerful shamanic attack as soon as he came up, even if he killed this young man, he would also capture the totem pole.

The frost wolf Lark fell a long distance behind Baroque, and then actually lay on the ground, his head resting on his front paws, as if asleep, indescribably weird. And what no one knows is that in the baroque totem pole, there is suddenly an extra white blue wolf totem spirit beast!

The brothers Baroque and Lac communicated in their minds, and their intrigues had opened their nets, just waiting for Onetto to drill into them. There is no doubt that Grand Elder O'Neto will pay a terrible price for this! )