Terrym Forest is a Warcraft Forest............ On the Sauron Continent, any forest where there are Warcraft can actually be called Warcraft Forest. It's just that some forests are vast and boundless, and the demonic beasts inhabited in them are extremely powerful, while some forests are very small, and the powerful demonic beasts that survive are limited.

Terum Forest can only be regarded as a medium-sized forest, with a radius of less than a thousand miles, because there are several towering snow-capped mountains, so most of the high-level demonic beasts inhabited here are water-based, or water-based mutated ice-type demonic beasts. When Baroque rode the frost wolf into the range of another snowy mountain, it was obvious that he could feel the earth tremble slightly, and it was not from the raging ice bear chasing behind him, but from the mountain.

"What kind of terrifying guy lived up here?" Baroque's face turned a little pale, he hadn't seen any trace of the demonic beast, he had already felt the demonic beast approaching from afar, and the violent vibration caused by it could be imagined, you can imagine the strength of this demonic beast! Even the berserk ice bear behind him stopped roaring, and actually stopped in the middle of the mountain, as if hesitating.

"Hey, Brother Wolf, do you know what kind of guy lives up there?" Baroque asked the Frost Wolf, and he found that this giant wolf, who seemed to be not afraid of heaven and earth, was trembling slightly on its hind legs, which was amazing!

In such a short time of contact with the Frost Wolf, Baroque already knew it very well. This frost wolf is as strong and tall as a horse, but it is actually very young, and it seems that he has just left his parents and has begun to live on his own...... To put it bluntly, he is also a rookie, otherwise he would not have attacked Miro and them on the territory of the berserk ice bear, and finally provoked the ice bear's ** annoyance!

The frost giant wolf snorted like a horse, shook its huge wolf head, opened its big mouth, and showed its sharp fangs, obviously a fierce monster, but looked at Baroque with a look of obsession.

Yes, Baroque knows that asking is also asking in vain, this guy probably doesn't know as much about Terrym Forest as he does......! Saying...... There should be a reason why he has obtained soul communication with the Warcraft so easily?--Baroque thought worriedly.

The Frost Wolf didn't know that in the minds of the orcs, he was already equated with fools, it was just moved and restless, and it was terrified of the unknown monster that was approaching. The raging ice bear behind him had already turned and fled, but the shaking of the ground had magically disappeared.

Baroque only felt that his scalp was fried, and he brushed a layer of goosebumps all over his body, almost instinctively urging the frost wolf to roar: "Damn, run!"

At some point, a pair of silver eyes appeared in the dense forest, and when he opened and closed, Baroque felt himself fly up on the frost wolf, and crashed straight into a thick pine tree. 'Boom'...... With a loud bang, the big tree was actually broken by him and the frost wolf, and it rolled and fell out for more than ten meters before stopping, 'wow', and spit out a mouthful of blood! The Frost Giant Wolf was even more miserable, his left leg was pierced by a sharp branch, and he was bleeding from it, lying on the ground and not moving, not knowing whether he was alive or dead!

The berserk ice bear that had run far away was not spared, the owner of the pair of silver eyes seemed to have no body, only an illusory figure shook in front of the baroque, and between a few ups and downs, it had already caught up with the berserk ice bear, and with a crazy and frightened roar, the berserk ice bear went crazy and broke out the magic [Ice Burst Broken Arrow], and the surrounding trees were smashed, and they were broken and fell, sweeping out a large forest clearing. It's a pity that there is not much threat to the owner of those silver eyes, the ice bear's big mouth opened, and suddenly stopped roaring, and then his eyes gradually dimmed, and he slowly fell to the ground weakly, dead! Baroque's eyes were very keenly aware that the head of the berserk ice bear, from the mouth to the back of the head, had been pierced at some point, and the white bloodstained brain was splashed on the trunk of the tree behind him!

The pair of silver eyes reappeared, hidden behind the dense bushes, the body still couldn't see the body, what was this? Baroque found that the monster in front of him was beyond his comprehension, he was seriously injured, temporarily unable to move, secretly sighed, closed his eyes full of unwillingness, ready to meet death.

After waiting for a long time, but there was no attack, he opened his eyes in surprise, those silver eyes were still hiding behind the bushes to watch, seemed to be full of vigilance and hostility, but he did not kill himself immediately, and he did not mean to leave, what was going on?

Gritting his teeth, Baroque endured the severe pain and climbed up on one leg, picked up a branch as a crutch, and walked towards the pair of silver eyes hiding behind the tree. There are some high-level Warcraft with extraordinary intelligence, although they can't speak, but they can understand the language, Baroque doesn't care whether it can understand it or not, and said loudly: "I have no malice, can you understand my words? You didn't kill me immediately, so I don't think you want to kill me, right? Why don't you come out, let's have a good talk?"

The silver-eyed owner let out a 'low roar', and a silver light rushed out, knocking Baroque into the air.

A mouthful of blood spat out 'Wow', and Baroque looked up and finally saw the body of the mysterious eye...... It's unbelievable, it was actually a silver little wolf, only the size of a domestic cat, and there was no trace of variegated animal hair on the body, as if there was a layer of crystal streamer swirling on the body, no wonder when running at high speed, he could only see an illusory light, the silver wolf's eyes were full of hostility, looking at Baroque as if he was facing a great enemy, it seemed to ............ Baroque felt a little ridiculous! He really saw fear in the eyes of this terrifying and mysterious little beast! Oh my God, a monster that could instantly kill a seventh-level demonic beast berserk ice bear would actually be afraid of me?

Baroque struggled to get up, and immediately noticed that the silver wolf had taken an attacking stance, causing him to slip his hands and fall to the ground. Then the wariness in the little wolf's eyes immediately dissipated a lot, and although it was out of place, Baroque was still a little ridiculous. It turned out that it was his tall body that made the little wolf feel uneasy! Well, just lie on the ground and communicate with it!

He tentatively talked to the little wolf, putting on a deliberate smile to release kindness. The little wolf ignored it unappreciatively, the vigilance in his eyes appeared from time to time, and his mouth made a 'whin' sound. After working for a long time and seemingly unable to communicate at all, Baroque suddenly patted his head, took out an uneaten piece of roast wild boar from the animal skin bag on his body, and threw it in front of the little wolf. The little wolf sniffed lightly, and to Baroque's delight, this time it did not ignore it anymore, but gently bit the wild boar, swallowed it in two bites, and then looked up and continued to look at Baroque, as if expecting something!

Seeing the appearance of the little wolf, it was clear that he hadn't eaten for several days. Baroque was incredulous and hurriedly threw all the meat in the leather bag to the little wolf. The little wolf ate another piece, and suddenly carried the largest half of the pork leg meat, turned around and ran towards the mountain, bringing a gust of wind, shining silver, illusory as if dreaming!

Hurriedly went over to check on the fainting frost wolf, and breathed a sigh of relief, the broken branch inserted in this guy's leg did not hurt the muscles and bones, but only penetrated the outer skin, and pulled it out with a gritted tooth, but there was not much blood. The Frost Giant Wolf woke up in pain, and when he saw Baroque, his face was full of grievances, like a child who was bullied. Baroque applied his secret herb to it, tore off a piece of clothing, and wrapped the wound around it.

This herb was taught to him by the Norman shaman, after all, in the orc tribe, the shaman sacrifice is not only a priest, but also a witch doctor in the tribe, and all the injuries and illnesses of the tribe need to be treated by the shaman. During Baroque's year in the town of the Red River Valley, he learned the shamanic techniques and herb preparation recorded on the animal skin scrolls left behind by Norman, and the herbs he tried to prepare were really good!

"Brother, we can't escape, that little wolf cub is a monster. Hey, a little kitten, actually made two powerful monsters and an orc shaman wait to be killed, oh my God, what kind of monster is this? It's a pity that I don't know much about monsters, maybe Lady Celine will know, if I can meet her again, I can ask!"

Suddenly, as if blessed to the soul, Baroque's hands and feet trembled, and he thought of a noun [Phantom Beast]!

The word was mentioned on the way to Trym Forest, when Lady Celine and Sierra were chatting. At that time, speaking of Warcraft, Saira thought that the ninth-level Warcraft was already the pinnacle of Warcraft, because humans usually called the ninth-level Warcraft [Holy Beast], they had wisdom that was not inferior to humans, and even powerful beings such as dragons, not only able to speak, but also had their own language, and some high-level dragons could also transform into human appearances, with unparalleled magical power.

Lady Celine agreed with some of Saila's words, but when it came to the peak of Warcraft, she shook her head with a smile, and just said lightly: "Actually...... Phantom beasts are much more powerful than demonic beasts, but they are too mysterious and too rare for too many people to know!" Cera continued to ask curiously, and Madame Celine shook her head with a wry smile, saying that she was only an intermediate magician, and she didn't know much about phantom beasts, because it was already a matter of the highest level, and it was not something she could understand.

Phantom beast, this must be a phantom beast! Baroque doesn't know whether to be happy or sad! Damn, the first time he entered the Warcraft Forest for an adventure, he encountered such a mysterious existence. Can't fight, can't escape, whether it's dead or alive depends on the face of the little wolf cub!

The little silver wolf, which had left with the wild boar on its shoulder, quickly ran back, and to Baroque's delight, the hostility in its eyes had dissipated considerably, and it let out a whining roar from its mouth as it looked at Baroque. Baroque didn't notice it, and the frost wolf beside him trembled, rolled his eyes very angrily, and fainted again...... It seems to be scared by life. The little wolf seemed a little proud, ignored anything else, opened his mouth, and then did something that made Baroque's jaw drop!

The silver wolf seemed to stutter, and stammered a few words from his mouth: "Follow...... I...... Walk...... ，...... Father...... Pro-...... See...... You're ......!"

"What the hell are you?" Baroque exploded, he had never heard of a wolf talking, which was beyond his comprehension, causing him to scream.

"Father...... Say...... We...... Be...... Hebrew...... Don Wolf!"