The beast armor is an absolute secret belonging to the Blue Wolf Tribe, except for the Beamon Beast Master Plottoya, and even within the tribe, only the clansmen of the Gravel Wasteland period know about it. Even Soto, who had gained enough trust from the Baroque, did not know the secret.

The whole body is wrapped in dark red fine scales, the whole head seems to be wearing a lizard-like mask, the eyes are as dazzling as rubies, and a slender tail is dragged behind it, and the whole body exudes a metallic luster and fiery aura. The appearance of the three Barrotans was not at all reminiscent of orcs, and when Tinga and Amosaman's totem poles spotted the surprise attack of the foreign enemy, and before they could even react, the wolf cavalry guarding outside had already let out a series of screams.

Three lizard monsters walked upright, like killing machines made of metal, their shimmering claws easily piercing through the orc's chest and crushing hearts. Breaking an orc's neck is like breaking a fragile stalk of grass, and what is especially desperate is the speed with which they come and go. Even if the orcs reacted and swung their heavy swords in time to attack, they failed to hit any of the monsters. The slender tail of the monster's back, which was as hard as iron, pulled like electricity, and swept the attacking orcs into the air, leaving a fatal whiplash wound on the chest and abdomen, and the internal organs were almost rotten, and they couldn't survive!

Tinga and Amo were horrified, thinking that they had encountered a human phantom armor warrior, and without the slightest pause, they turned around and fled in the opposite direction. Unfortunately, their speed was not comparable to that of the beastly armored warriors, and after taking out all the guardian warriors, the three of them quickly caught up with the two shamans who had not escaped far.

Tinga and Amo gave up their plans to escape the moment they were surrounded, knowing that they could not be spared! Death is not terrible, every shaman is not afraid of death. But I couldn't send back the big news I just discovered, and I was really unwilling. It was only a hundred miles from the colony of the Blue Wolf Tribe, and it was hoped that the Baroque shaman would find their bodies in time and send someone to deliver the news to the Shaman Elders.

Baroque gave Barrotan their order to kill everyone, and the three Salaminda Beast Armored warriors did not hesitate in the slightest. Even if he knows the innocence of Tinga and Amo. But for the sake of the blue wolf tribe, they could only be sacrificed, and in order to show respect for the shamanic sacrifice, they did not let the two of them suffer too much.

Tinga let out a roar of rage, and a dense swirl of wind blades swirled around him, sweeping out. This is the magic of his totem beast [Wolf of the Wind]. The ground shook under Amo's feet, and with a muffled sound, the rock shoots and ground thorns emerged from the feet of the three Barrotans, and the [ground thorn technique] of the rock ridge wild boar attacked the lower part of their bodies fiercely............

It didn't work, and soon everything dissipated. Whether it's a wind blade or a ground thorn. All of them eventually turned into the most basic elemental power and disappeared without a trace. Tinga and Amo stood quietly, they had lost their breath. And in the heart of each chest, there is a lizard's tail spear-like tip.

Angel and Zainzu gently pulled back the flaminza's tail, and blood splattered from the terrifying wounds of Amor and Tinga, and their bodies slowly fell backwards, lying in the ice and snow.

It's all over, and even the wolf of the Guardian Warrior is not immune. were all killed without hesitation, leaving no clues. It was only then that the Baroque slowly entered the campsite. He looked around with a blank face, confirming that everyone was dead. Only then did he speak: "You guys go back first, let me take care of the aftermath." ”

Knowing that Baroque was in a bad mood, no one spoke, and quietly retreated, riding back to the colony on their respective wolves.

Look at the two shamans who are dead and blind. Baroque smiled bitterly and shook his head...... I'm sorry. I will strengthen my tribe of blue wolves, if the shaman elders know. There's nothing to do with us. And once the humans and dwarves know about the existence of the gray dwarves, they will destroy the extermination of this race at any cost, so the secrets of the gray dwarves cannot be revealed, and no one can snatch them from me...... I have no choice but to sacrifice you...

The sadness was only for a moment, and Baroque regained his mood and thought about the destruction of the evidence. There was a large amount of the aura of the Flamingo Phantom Beast left on the scene, and even the wisest orc shaman could only conclude that it was caused by the human Phantom Armor Samurai, and would not guess that it was Baroque's men. But the secret of the beast armor has been known to Beamon Beastmaster Plottoya, and the smell of the flamingo can't hide it from him. The killing of the shaman sacrifice is a big event, as the most powerful orc tribe around, the berserk tribe of the War Bear Clan will inevitably send someone to check the scene, if Protoya comes, he will be able to see at a glance who the murderer is with his keen touch. Although Baroque saved the life of Beamon Abbas, in the face of such an extremely serious incident, Protoya would definitely not show favoritism, and then the blue wolf tribe would be completely finished!

Baroque was so proud of his foresight that he took out a purple scorpion crystal that Protoya had given him. It's a priceless treasure for humans, but it doesn't have any effect on orcs, and they can't use their power, so it's only a nice ornament, so they gave it to Baroque that day.

The tattoo of the silver wolf fell off Baroque's arm and became the size of a kitten, jumping on the shoulder, his face was full of greed, he couldn't wait to go up and snatch it, and kept shouting: "Give it to us, give it to us, my brothers are about to hatch, they need the essence power of the phantom beast ......!"

"This was meant for your brothers, but you need to do something for me before you devour it. Baroque bargained and talked to the little wolf.

"Whatever you want, just talk about it, and give us the illusion crystal. The silver wolf couldn't wait to cry, the Hebrewonian wolf had a mysterious connection with each other, it could sense that the three brothers were about to hatch, but it lacked some strength to break through the restraints. Although the Tulum Demon Scorpion can only be regarded as a medium-sized phantom beast, since their phantom crystals can be made into phantom crystal armor, the power contained in them is bound to be very complete. Enough to help three eggs hatch.

Baroque whispered a few words to the little wolf, and the silver little wolf glared at Baroque with little eyes, his face full of excitement: "Hehe, Baroque, I found you treacherous like a human." ”

Before Baroque could make a move in anger, the little wolf bit the scorpion Phantom Crystal and jumped to the side, then grunted and swallowed the Phantom Crystal into his stomach, and even burped. Next is the performance of the Hebrew Wolf, its ability to devour the phantom crystal is amazing, the Tulum scorpion phantom crystal in its belly has softened, and a large amount of essence power is emitted. The wolf cub coiled over each corpse, even licking the wounds, leaving behind the smell of Tulumnian scorpions.

Because the Tulum Demon Scorpion is not only highly poisonous in its tail needle, but also a fierce beast that tends to be of the fire attribute, the aura spread by the little wolf easily obscured the power of the fire lizard's phantom beast. At this time, even if Protoya came to inspect it in person, he would only think that it was the poisonous hand of the human phantom armor warrior.

Finally disposing of Tinga and Amo's bodies, and making sure that all traces were cleared, Baroque turned around and prepared to leave.

Suddenly he froze, and just now he had a very strange feeling, as if he sensed that something was coming in this direction. It's subtle and vague. After being silent for a while, he found that the silver wolf who was reattaching to his body and sharing the Tulum Scorpion Phantom Crystal with the Phantom Beast Egg Brothers did not warn, Baroque thought it was an illusion, jumped on Lack's back, and was just about to leave, when suddenly that feeling appeared again, and the distance suddenly narrowed a lot, and it came from the west of the remaining foothills of the Kundu Maya Mountains!

Once it can be said to be a hallucination, twice it is a problem! That feeling awes the Baroque, and there is no force or orc around this empty tundra that can make him fearful!

The frost wolf Lark has a psychic connection with the Baroque, and he wants to go to the west to investigate, but is stopped by the Baroque. This kind of power that can make him jealous is not something that Lark can handle. Waking up the silvery wolf from its sleep, Baroque asks it to look around with the keen sense of a Hebrewonian wolf. ...

The little wolf seemed impatient and cried out with some dissatisfaction, "...... I am the great Hebrewonian wolf, and I have not noticed any danger around me. Your shamanic ritual exploration range is not half that of my spiritual sense, Baroque, you must be hallucinating!"

That feeling came again, and Baroque became more and more convinced, and said solemnly: "No, it's getting closer and closer, you feel it again, it's in the direction of the west!"

The silver wolf also got serious, it knew that Baroque was not joking this time. Seriously feeling Western, strange...... It still doesn't get anything!wait......!

Suddenly, whether it was the silver wolf, Baroque or Lac, their bodies moved. At the same time, they felt a slight tremor of the ground, as if there was some kind of force bombarding the ground far to the west! This time the Hebrewonian wolf of the silver wolf came back, and it cried out in surprise, "It is the Beamon Abbas, the Beastmaster of Plottoya, it is running in this direction." Strange, he's supposed to be chasing something, but why can't I feel it?"

The Baroque is secretly bad, if Protoya sees a corpse next to him, it will really be self-defeating! But at this time, the earth is shaking more and more, and it is obvious that Beamon Abbas is pursuing and approaching with all his strength, even if Luck carries Baroque to escape with all his might, he can't outrun the crazy Beamon. I had no choice but to dodge nearby!

Baroque quickly observed his surroundings, ran to a hollow with thick snow, and used the hidden secret technique of the wolf to transform Rak into a dog, completely obscuring the breath of the frost wolf. Then burrow your body into the snowdrift, exposing only your eyes, and completely covering your body with a secret technique!

The last time he and his people were able to avoid Plottoya, this time should be no exception. Baroque suddenly found that the situation was not bad, Protoya found out in advance that Tinga and Amo had been killed, and the phantom beast aura of the Tulum Demon Scorpion on their bodies was still very strong, so they should be deceived once, right?