Soto left with the orcs of the Banshan tribe, and the next day the old Kansu had thirty cows and three hundred sheep driven to the blue wolf tribe, this time the old guy did not play any tricks, not only the cows and ewes accounted for more than half, but also sent a large amount of forage by the way, if it survived until next spring, there will be many little lambs born.

The clansmen were very happy, and even the old Ziyad thought that Kansu had completely bowed his head, which is why he was so obedient. Only Baroque sneered in his heart............ The old thing's gaze when he left was full of resentment, so it wouldn't stop like this, there should be some other trick! Fortunately, Kansu had already lost his majesty in the Mid-Mountain Tribe, and if he did this again, he would really be betrayed by the orcs of the Half-Mountain Tribe, and at that time, the Baroque would take over the Half-Mountain Tribe, so there would be no obstacle to reason!

The Blue Wolf Tribe seems to have regained its calm. A ring of wooden fences was erected, enclosing the whole hill that was not too large. The sharp wooden spikes that are angled outwards provide good protection. The exit left for a large gate was installed, which was actually a wooden raft made of several thick tree trunks bundled, rough but very strong.

In addition to the harsh daily training, the tribe still had to cut down trees, prepare firewood for the winter, and build sheepfolds for the livestock. Occasionally, two teams of ten people would go out hunting to try their luck. The weather is getting colder day by day, and it is difficult to see animals on the tundra, and the prey is better than nothing!

The evening was actually the hardest, and the Baroque did not relax the study of the tribesmen, and the continental lingua franca still needed to be learned. It's just that the teachers are replaced by Celine and Susan, and Baroque usually erects all six totem poles around the hill at this time and casts his shamanic spells. Bestow blessings on the clansmen. This shamanic spell is mysterious, and the Baroque has just learned it from a scroll of animal skins. Although I don't know much about the specific use, it is speculated that it is likely to be related to stimulating the potential of the clan's beast battle qi, but the time is too short, except for the six of them. The other clansmen have yet to discover who has the potential of beast battle qi.

Ussad and Tahir were now role models for the Baroque to inspire their people, the two little ones were young, nimble, and intelligent, and learned the lingua franca of the continent very quickly. They are also very sensible, and they know that everything they have is given by the blue wolf tribe. They remembered the words of the Baroque patriarch [merge into this tribe and truly become a member of the blue wolf tribe].

In fact, what made Baroque happiest was the birth of three beastly armored warriors, Barrotan, Angray and Zainzu. One night, he led the three of them deep into the dense forest at the foot of the distant mountains. Let them fully enter the state of beast armor. Originally nearly two meters tall, after his whole body was covered with a sturdy scale armor that was dark red and faintly exuded with a fiery aura, he suddenly rose to a height of two and a half meters, and his hands and feet stretched out sharp claws that shimmered with metallic luster, easily breaking the thick tree trunk. There is even a barbed tail behind them, which sweeps away a tree like a piece of grass. Their protective abilities are even more impressive, and the Baroque uses a tomahawk to slash through the scale armor of the exterior. It took sixty percent of his strength, leaving only a shallow dent, and it flashed with the appearance of the scale armor. It can be repaired automatically. It's like three walking killing machines, not counting the innate abilities of the Salaminda Phantom Beast - if you unleash the fire power of the Salaminda, a single punch can smash a large tree that two people are hugging into a pile of coals flying everywhere.

Baroque had only come into contact with the Odin Thunder Eagle Phantom Crystal Armor of the Audrey Empire in the past, and he also knew that Odin Thunder Eagle was a phantom beast of a higher order than the Flamingo Lizard, but compared to the strength shown by the three of Barrotan, it was actually comparable. This made him a little confused. Could it be that the flaming lizard catalyzed by his purple electric power has become more powerful?...

The silver wolf answered the question for him: "My father once said that the magic crystal armor of humans is a dead thing. They kill the phantom beasts and take the phantom crystals captive. The Phantom Crystal Armor created is actually a cold weapon. And you should find that the flamingo phantom beasts you spawn are different, they are alive, have their own consciousness, and they are also connected to their possessed masters, and they can transform into the most suitable [beast armor] for their masters, and the fusion degree of invisible power is higher than that of human phantom crystal armor, even if the flamingo is one order lower than Odin Thunder Eagle, but both cancel out, no one is stronger than the other. ”

"When will your brothers hatch?" Baroque was a little envious of Barrotan and them, and couldn't help but complain to the little wolf: "And you, can you transform into beast armor and help me fight now?" I always don't worry about those people in the Apocalypse Holy See, they will definitely not give up, once they find that dwarf pit." I'm afraid that even if they dig up the collapsed mountain, they will have to find a trace. At that time, the Windwhispering Scouts will be discovered by them, and they will definitely find us here. We must have the power to protect ourselves in the shortest possible time. ”

"Unless there is an adventure, it will take a while for the three of them, as for me...... The little wolf paused, and then said with some uncertainty: "It has not yet entered the full maturity stage, it can only cover your hands or legs, and at most it can reach the same strength as the Salaminda Phantom Beast, and no matter how much it is, it will not be able to improve." ”

"Damn, do I have to become an old man to wait until your maturity?" Baroque was dissatisfied: "I don't always grow up, so you just call it [not grow]. ”

"Nonsense, I'm ...... I have my own name, and my father has already named the four of us!" The little wolf was very angry, and took the initiative to fall off Baroque's arm, turning into a silver wolf the size of a kitten, and glared at Baroque angrily.

It was the first time that the three of Barotan had seen the silver wolf, and it turned out that the Baroque patriarch had already possessed a mysterious phantom beast. Immediately, their bodies changed, their respective beast armor disappeared and fell off, and three fiery red lizards lay on the ground, seemingly in awe of the silver wolf. This made the little wolf even more proud, and glared at Baroque defiantly.

"Hmph, if you hadn't stolen a lot of my purple power and carried my breath on your body, the flamingo wouldn't be so afraid of you. What they are in awe of is the power of Zidian, not you. "Baroque is merciless, he loves to tease the little wolf.

"Woo, I'm so angry, I'm going to break up with you. The little silver wolf huffed and turned around and pretended to leave, having played such a game with Baroque many times. Every time, in the end, Baroque admits defeat and begs for mercy, and the little wolf will give up.

Baroque was going to tease it this time and deliberately ignored it. With a grin, he watched the little wolf bounce towards the depths of the mountain forest, and suddenly, he seemed to feel something. couldn't help frowning, and the little wolf turned around directly, and a silver light rushed onto Baroque's body, turning into a tattoo on his arm. He shouted to Baroque in the sea of souls, his voice trembling a little, as if he was very afraid: "The breath of terror. The thing was closer, and it was in the mountains around here. Let's go, let's go. Together, we're no match for that thing, and we'll be easily torn apart by it, woo. Let's go......!"

The Hebrew wolf's spiritual sense was keen, and Baroque did not doubt the little wolf's words, his face changed, and he hurriedly said to Barrotan and the three: "Come back with me, go quickly......!"

The four of them began to turn around and flee from the dense forest at the foot of the mountain, their speed had been increased to the fastest, but Baroque still felt a terrifying aura getting closer and closer, and even the ground behind him faintly rumbled and resounded. At this time, even the three of Barrotan felt that the terrifying power was gradually approaching. The phantom beast flamingo on their bodies kept coming from the restless commotion, and it seemed that they were full of fear of the unknown existence...

I couldn't run, and the terrifying aura behind me approached quickly. Almost twice as fast as them, there was no time to shake it off. And the Baroque will never lead this unknown existence to the hill where the blue wolf tribe lives, that would be a disaster!

After a quick look at his surroundings, Baroque immediately led the three of them to a col where there was a thick layer of snow. They took off their conspicuous animal skin robes and hid them, and then* they plunged into the snow with their upper bodies. The almost transparent silver fur and the snow-white snow are almost indistinguishable, sweeping away all traces. Baroque made the three of them clasp hands. Then he also grabbed Barrotan's arm and immediately unleashed the secret technique of concealment that the old Hebrewonian wolf had taught him!

Just concealed the last breath. The terrifying force finally rushed from far and near, like a huge mountain bombarding the earth, and with a tremor, a behemoth ran like a gust of wind.

Baroque cautiously raised his head and saw the huge and terrifying creature, in the moonlight, the creature was twenty or thirty feet tall, covered with long brown and yellow hair, knotted muscles, arms as thick and long as two trees, and a very short neck, like a gorilla whose head was retracted into its chest, and the giant eyes of the two red lanterns swept by, and the mist that could be seen from its nostrils could be seen, and Baroque finally couldn't help but scream in the bottom of his heart...... Beamon, it's Beamon, the first war beast under the starry sky, more powerful and violent than the dragon, and the first Beamon giant beast in the Sauron continent with the first physical attack!

Beamon is not a legend, nor is it extinct, they are real! Baroque is more of an uplifting joy than shock............ In the oldest orc legends, Beamon is the guardian beast of the orcs!

What would this Beamon do to the orcs if I showed up? Baroque's heart was beating non-stop, and everyone wanted to gain higher and greater power, even if he already had a Hebrewonian wolf phantom beast that was not inferior to Beamon, and even more powerful when he grew up. The more power, the better, and the more, the better!

Baroque resisted the urge to go out on his own, and this decision saved him from a fatal crisis!

Then the hill-like brown-yellow Beamon beast stopped in a clearing a few hundred meters away from the Baroque where they were hiding, crouched on the ground, and a fierce figure jumped from the top of Beamon's head. Baroque was taken aback...... Damn, this Beamon is a domesticated war beast, and his head is immediately lowered, holding all his breath!

The sturdy figure that jumped down was wrapped in a black animal skin robe, walked back and forth in the open space for a few steps, spoke with some confusion, and his voice was hoarse: "Strange, I obviously felt the breath of the phantom crystal armor, Abbas, you also felt it, right? Why not? Could it be that we feel wrong?"

Beamon is very intelligent, but they can't speak, and the big Beamon guy named Abbas let out a few muffled snorts, which is kind of answering the questions of his companions!

"Okay, I know we're on our way, but if we really find the human Phantom Warriors, let's kill them by the way. Hmph, it's certainly not good for these human bastards to enter the northern tundra. This person said to Beamon, turned around a few more times, and after confirming that he didn't feel any breath, he jumped on top of Beamon's head again with some unwillingness: "Let's go, maybe those human phantom armor miscellaneous pieces have run away, count them lucky!"

Beamon stood up, beat his chest, whined, kicked the ground with his legs, and jumped more than ten feet away, rushing away as fast as the wind, the speed was simply not proportional to the huge body!

It wasn't until Beamon's breath was completely away that Baroque showed up with his people.

Anglei was puzzled, and couldn't help but ask: "Baroque patriarch, that person is obviously also our orc, and he is extremely powerful and hostile to humans, it shouldn't be unfavorable to us, why should we hide?"

The solemnity of Baroque's face had not yet subsided, and he scolded angrily: "We are orcs, but have you ever heard that orcs can have phantom beast armor? You have just transfigured the armor, and that aura is very similar to that of a human phantom armor warrior, what do you think this mysterious orc who has tamed Beamon will do to you? Will he believe that orcs can use beast armor?"

Everyone was dumbfounded, yes, who would believe it? If it weren't for this kind of thing happening to them, they wouldn't believe it if they were killed.

Baroque suddenly discovers that the power of orcs is probably far from being as simple as he imagined...... It's also, otherwise it would have been wiped out by humans a long time ago!But it will also be a headache to explain the origin of the beast armor in the future!