Well, thank you for the reward from the Oriental long-term book friend, and the bi-monthly ticket of the Chibei book friend, moved ing....../(ㄒoㄒ)/~~

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The news of the annihilation of the human army must not have been concealed for long, and from the beginning of the same day, the rampaging tribes began to pack up, and the old and weak women and children drove cattle, sheep and livestock, and retreated overnight towards the depths of the tundra. Except for the few hundred orc warriors who protected the tribesmen and property, the rest of the berserk tribes were all left behind. Here they will wait for the orcs of other small tribes to gather and form an alliance to defend against the enemy. In the past few days, more than 1,000 people have arrived one after another, from more than a dozen small tribes, and there should be more followers.

After meeting Crutu, Baroque finally knew that his witch doctor secret art was not omnipotent. The reason why the old orc's body was so weak was directly related to what happened to him, and this point could not be solved by the Baroque.

It turns out that Crutu is also a Beamon beast master, and he was once very strong, a nightmare for human invaders, and he is famous among the entire beast clan. But it was his strength that provoked the assassination of the Human Holy See, just like Plottoa, and it was also during the Beamon Beast's estrus that they were ambushed by the Holy See's Phantom Armor warriors on the way. The elder Crutu was seriously wounded, but fortunately escaped with his own Beamon. Unfortunately, the Beamon beast was not as fortunate as Abbas of Protoya, and was mortally wounded, and after rescuing old Crutu, he finally died of his wounds.

Crutu and Beamon signed a pact of equal strength, and with Beamon's death, his recovery from his injuries was extremely slow. Even because of Beamon's death, he was given damage that could never be recovered, both mentally and physically. So much so that a sixty-year-old person looks like he is about to die at the age of 100.

"Baroque, thank you for your concern. But there is no need to worry about myself, my body I know best, and I have been blessed by the spirit of the ancestors to be able to live until now. In fact, I should have accompanied my Arlotto to the battle to the death twenty years ago, and the reason why I have persevered until now is only because I can't let go of my tribe and my children. Now that Protoya is fully grown, she is able to take on the trust of the Berserk Tribe...... Even he had children of his own. Even if I die right now, I can rest in peace. Seeing that Baroque was pondering, old Crutu said comfortingly with an indifferent smile.

"Patriarch Krutu, I have a question. After the death of your beasts? Isn't the pact of equal power between you dissipated?, why is your body still under the condition of that balancing power, so that your own strength is suppressed, and you can't recover from your injuries?" Baroque asked suddenly. He had just looked at Old Crutu's body. It was found that the dark wounds on his body had not fully recovered, and he had been pestering and tormenting him for nearly twenty years, making him age extremely badly.

"Huh. Sure enough, it is worthy of being a shaman witch doctor, and you can see the essence at a glance. The Gatun shamans have been inhabiting the Berserk tribe for years, and they have never seen it. The old orc was a little surprised, and he became more and more respectful of the power of the shaman witch doctor. You must know that witch doctors have been interrupted for hundreds of years, and apart from the book records, there are few orcs who know how magical the witch doctor is at this time.

"Baroque, you should know that the Beamon Behemoth is a powerful being that can compete with the dragon, and it is impossible for us beast masters to borrow their power without paying a price. Other beast masters may not have these concerns, and once we sign a power equality pact with the beast masters. Then we are all conditioned by each other, and the death of either party will cause irreparable damage to the other. Although we do not want to hurt the other party, the power of that contract is always there and does not dissipate with the death of one party...... This is the biggest difference from other ordinary beast masters. My injuries are not fatal, and I will slowly recover, but under the constraints of the equal contract, I can only get worse and worse, which cannot be changed. ”

Baroque immediately thought of something and asked, "Can you then terminate this contract?" as long as there is no binding force contract. You can use your own beast battle qi to slowly repair your body. ”

"Haha, end the power pact? Baroque, you're really kidding. Old Crutu laughed. It's as if I heard a joke: "No one can stop that power." He replied as firmly as if he had made a judgment.

Not necessarily, Baroque thought to himself. At least he was full of confidence in the purple thunder and lightning power in his soul sea, and it seemed that on the Sauron Continent, there was no purple power that could not be destroyed by destruction. However, he and the Berserk Tribe were not good enough to expose their biggest secret, so they kept their mouths shut. Maybe when the time comes, you can try it yourself. ..................

The orcs of the berserk tribe drove the cattle and migrated away overnight with all the supplies. Only three thousand young orc warriors remained. Here they are to wait for small tribes from all over the country to gather here so that they can form an orc alliance to fight the enemy.

But in the days that followed, only a handful of small tribes arrived, and all of them were attacked by humans along the way, suffering heavy casualties. It seems that the surrounding area has been faintly surrounded by human legions, and it is squeezing the orc's activity space inward little by little. Old Crutu and several tribal elders had very unpleasant faces, and for several days they discussed the enemy together, and Baroque only went to listen once and was no longer interested.

Orcs should look like orcs, and sitting together and discussing the skin will never solve the crisis. Since a couple of old fellows and the three shamans like Gatun were enjoying themselves, Baroque didn't mind doing something on his own. Fortunately, with the prestige of that battle, he got to know a lot of tough orc warriors in the past few days. Moreover, the identity of the shaman is also respected by most of the orcs, especially Noltega of the Roaring Tribe, who almost worships him and follows him almost every day. The orc men are very straightforward, they don't care whether the shaman elders recognize the identity of the baroque or not, when the baroque uses shamanic spells to defeat the siege of more than a dozen warriors one after another, and even knocks all their weapons away, it is even more in awe of all the orcs.

Protoya and Beamon Abbas returned a few days later, and with an ugly face he reported what had happened to him when he went out to investigate.

"No one will come again, and there are traces of human legions everywhere in the south direction, and they are in a group of 100 cavalry, roaming the tundra in search of it, slaughtering, raping, plundering, and burning all the orcs they see. In the past three days, I have seen more than a dozen massacres, and the corpses of our people are covered with the ground, and I don't know how many there are...... The small tribes around them didn't have time to escape, and they were all more than lucky!"

All the orcs were silent, the atmosphere was very oppressive, and even some orcs from small tribes had red eyes and forced tears to endure............ Their tribe was also to the south, and it is likely that they had already suffered misfortune.

"Protoya, you said the human legions were scattered across the tundra?" Baroque asked suddenly.

"I've encountered humans several times, all in small teams searching the tundra. If it weren't for the search around me, I'd have had to slaughter some humans to vent my anger. "Protoya's anger is the strongest, after all, he has witnessed those tragedies for many days, and it is very good to be able to hold on to it without going crazy.

"Plotaya, how many legions have you seen with flags or insignia? ”

Protoya pondered for a while, and suddenly his face changed: "Oops, if it wasn't for your reminder, I would hardly have thought of this." Among the 100 human cavalry I encountered, I saw three kinds of banners, the stag banner of the [Crown Stag Legion] and the two-headed eagle banner of the Double-headed Eagle Legion. There is another ...... It is a golden horn with the crown of the Adrian Empire also embroidered on it. ”

"Golden Horn Legion!" shouted Baroque and Old Crutu almost in unison. Shouldn't the Golden Horn Legion be stationed on the border of the Kingdom of Paddington and confront the Samoan Empire, could it be that the two human empires have reached a reconciliation? This is not good news!

"Oh, it seems that the Odria really attach great importance to the wedding anniversary of their Emperor and His Majesty the Empress! We have gathered less than 5,000 people in total in the past half a month, and we can't stop the invasion of the three elite legions at all. We have to find a way to do it, otherwise no one can guarantee that humanity will suddenly go deep into the tundra, and once they track down our tribe, it will undoubtedly be a disaster!" Baroque said.

"Young man, we don't need to be reminded that we know what is going on. Although the coalition has been formed, no one has yet asked you to take on the responsibility of command, you just need to obey. Shaman Gatun said proudly to Baroque, his tone full of mockery.

"Oh, dear Shaman Garton, you are so right that I agree with you. I'm too young to face this situation. Surely you, as a venerable shaman, have a way of driving the human mongrels out of the tundra or even slaughtering them all, right? I'm listening to your great resourceful advice, and I'm going to be completely at your disposal. Great Gatun Shaman, how can we slaughter the 10,000-strong team of three human mongrels?" Baroque's tone was full of exaggeration, and anyone could hear his teasing, and Barotan Angray and the others laughed unscrupulously.

"Enough, arrogant young man, Baroque, are you provoking contempt for a noble shaman?" the Kraft shaman beside the Gatun shaman burst out in anger.

"How is this possible?" Baroque looked innocent: "I am seeking advice from the Gatun shaman with the most devout heart, and it is the Gatun shaman who makes me only need to obey, since he says so, there must be a very good way to deal with it, is it not allowed for me to praise and admire the great Gatun shaman?"

The faces of the three shamans were pale, but they were speechless. Because they don't have much to do about it...... Although they wanted to say in their hearts: retreat for the time being! Retreat to the far north of the tundra, and the human cavalry will definitely not pursue it so far. But I also know that once I say it, I will be despised as cowards by all the orcs, and they will not have the face to continue to stay in the berserk tribe! )