Baroque quietly left the sleeping Celine, put on his animal robe and rode on Lac's back, signaled to the night watchman, and then walked out of the fence and disappeared into the night.

The relationship between Baroque and the Frost Wolf is so wonderful that he is even able to 'see' everything that has happened from his memory with Lac's permission. Therefore, all the messages on the shore of the Great Lake were transmitted to Baroque's mind through Lac's eyes. When he saw the huge body like a hill, Baroque couldn't help but be surprised............ It was the Behemoth Beast called 'Abbas' that had been encountered, and it was easy to distinguish the scars on its terrifying beast's face, how could it have fallen on the edge of the lake?

Baroque couldn't help but ask Rak to stop, he had to think about it carefully! The mighty Beamon would actually be knocked down, lying on the edge of the lake and dying, I don't know what terrifying existence had injured it? If he rushed over, if that terrifying existence was still around, wouldn't he have sent it to death?

He doesn't want to be nosy...... At least before he had the strength to manage it!, but when he turned his head, he was depressed and found that he had to find out. The Great Lake of Permo is too close to the settlement of the Blue Wolf Tribe, and if there is a terrifying existence that can defeat Beamon, Baroque thinks that if he does not figure things out, he will be restless in the future, and he will not even dare to let the tribesmen continue to stay here and take risks.

The tried-and-true Wolf Concealment Technique came in handy again, and Baroque gathered all his breath and prepared to quietly lean over to take a look. Lac was too big for the Baroque to follow him. But Rak naturally had his own way, its mighty body lay down in the snow and closed its eyes, and then a faint light and shadow wolf form escaped from its body. Followed by Baroque!Lack's changes are so great and amazing that he can leave his body for a short time without immediately entering the totem pole, but when he is close to Baroque's body, he can't help but get close...... The purple power of thunder and lightning in the Baroque Soul Sea is also a great temptation for it!

"Fool Rak. Get out of here, this is the home of our Hebrewonian wolf, and no one wants to come in. The silver wolf did not hesitate to 'open his mouth and scold', swearing to defend the home of the Don Wolf brothers: "The Baroque is ours, no one wants to rob it!"

Baroque touched his nose depressedly, feeling that he had become a bride who had been robbed. "Okay, don't make a fuss. I don't know what kind of terrifying existence it is, but it can actually knock down Beamon, we must be very careful, we must not show any breath, do you hear?"

"Hmph. You're too careful, there's no danger, it's just that the big guy is injured and about to die, and there is no horror around, just go over and see it. The little silver wolf fell off Baroque's arm and turned into a cute silver wolf the size of a kitten, jumped on Baroque's shoulder, and first bared his teeth at the light and shadow of Lack. Then he said with a stinky fart.

"You don't feel the danger, then why didn't you tell me earlier, I'm worried about the harm. "Baroque still has a lot of trust in the wolf's keen senses, as evidenced in the past. Several times, it was the little wolf's keen sense that spotted the danger and made him prepare in advance.

"You didn't ask me. The little wolf had a heartbeat.

Baroque scolded angrily: "You are not allowed to hide on my arm and sleep lazily in the future." I can't see your body, and I always forget that you exist. ”

There was no danger, and it was much easier. Rak's spirit body also returned to the body of the Frost Giant Wolf again, and the three guys swaggered towards the Beamon Behemoth!

Only by getting close to Beamon can you truly appreciate the horror of this powerful creature. The whole body is covered with long brownish-yellow hairs. But it can't hide the terrifying power of the muscular body that seems to be about to break free. Even lying on his back in the snow by the lake is still much taller than a person. Like a sleeping hill. Barely on the neck, on the skull, eyes closed. A pair of giant white fangs protruded from his mouth. Like the teeth of a mammoth. The two giant tree-like arms hung limply in the snow, almost frozen. ...

At this time, Beamon was lying lifeless, and if it weren't for the Baroque Spiritual Sense that could detect the extremely slight and slow heartbeat of this big guy, I am afraid that Beamon would have thought that Beamon was dead. But even if there was still a breath, it would not do any harm to the Baroque.

Jumping on Beamon's thick arms, he walked like a single-plank bridge to its broad chest, and the fur that occasionally stumbled his feet was like a knee-deep weed on the prairie. Beamon was covered in wounds, and the Baroque was shocking to see. As if torn by sharp claws, the wounds that could be seen deep in the bones were dense, and all the muscles were rolled. But none of this is a fatal injury to the amazing Beamon, who has a strong vitality. Only the terrifying black hole in the heart, and the broken weapon equivalent to the thickness of his calf, inserted in the black hole, were the main causes of its fatal injury.

Leaning down and touching the tail of the sharp object exposed from the wound, Baroque was surprised that it was not made of metal. You must know that although Beamon has no scale armor on his body, the defense power of their bodies is comparable to or even surpasses that of dragons, what kind of weapon can easily pierce Beamon's heart?

Baroque didn't think much about this question, he suddenly raised his head to look at the ice of the great lake, and the silver wolf and Luck on his shoulders also made a vigilant and defensive posture almost at the same time, and the animal fur on his body exploded, like two hedgehogs of all sizes. Through the eagle eye technique, I saw that in the depths of the distant lake, the ice suddenly cracked a gap, and a figure jumped out of it, landed on the ice and immediately rushed to the shore!

The figure seemed to be carrying some kind of weight, and it was on the smooth ice, and it couldn't go fast, and it was quickly overtaken by the manta ray. Rushing in front of him, breaking through the ice, the tail of the spur fishtail three or four feet long swept towards the figure, as fast as lightning, not at all proportional to its massive body.

The figure barely retreated to dodge, and had to fall into the lake carefully, looking very embarrassed, and the long tail of the manta fish's bone spurs continued to sweep, and a large area of ice broke, and the figure had almost fallen into the water, but he still refused to let go of the heavy object in his hand.

A low roar. Although it is faint, it can be heard even from half a mile away from the shore. Then, through Eagle Eye, he saw for the first time the full body of the Bosa manta ray.

The manta ray's tail retracted into the water, and then the black water rolled over, and its white, spur-covered head poked out. Two stout front fins held on to the ice and jumped out of the water. The huge body, which is nearly 100 feet long, resembles the spine of an animal, with an outer layer wrapped around hard bone, and regular bone spurs and protrusions as sharp as iron on both sides. A pair of cold eyes covered with fish eyelids stared at the figure, and just as it was about to pounce, the ice beneath it could not bear its body and broke off. The manta ray roared and fell into the water again.

The figure was not lucky, although it moved many times, but in the end it had nowhere to borrow, and it also fell into the water, and the heavy object he was holding in his hand also fell off his hand. "No...... Roar ...... My manta roe ......!" he yelled angrily. Diving into the water again, before he sank, he was swept by the long tail of the manta ray's bone spurs. Baroque saw from a distance that the figure flew out more than ten meters like a trapeze, and was relatively lucky to fall on the ice...... Despite lying on it motionless!

The manta rays writhed their tails underwater, but did not attack the lifeless man again. As if retrieving his eggs had calmed his anger, with one last flap of his tail, he dived to the bottom of the lake and disappeared, and the surface of the lake returned to calm. ...

Baroque immediately burst out of its hiding place. Run over to the figure lying on the ice. For some reason, he didn't think about whether it was dangerous or not, and just wanted to save the guy who was obviously unconscious. Lark and the silver wolf followed. They soon came to the man's side.

Sure enough, it was the orc he had seen before, the black animal skin on his body was tattered, his naked body was covered with scaly wounds, a large cloud of blood was flowing from his mouth, and he closed his eyes tightly and fell to the ground unconscious. Lifting him up and placing him on Lack's back, the three of them cautiously walked out. Fear alarmed the terrifying beasts at the bottom of the lake.

This sturdy orc was obviously already wounded, except for the stabbing and scratching of the manta ray bone spurs all over his body. There were also several deep claw scratches on the chest and abdomen, which were indiscriminately tied with strips of cloth. At this point, most of it collapsed, and blood kept spilling out.

Good luck guy, it's good that you met me, otherwise even if they were to change to other shamanic sacrifices, they wouldn't have the means of a witch doctor. Even if you don't die, you'll have to peel off your skin!" Baroque muttered, and began to heal him with the witch doctor's secret technique. With a white halo, those terrifying wounds began to heal gradually!

The wound had just healed halfway, and the lying orc gradually woke up from his coma. He opened his red eyes suddenly, jumped up, and shouted, "Abbas...... You must hold on, and I'll catch the eggs of the manta ray for you......" He didn't take a few steps out, and the wounds that had just recovered were all ruptured again, and the blood caused his body to shake, and he fell to his knees by the lake......!" Wait for me, Abbas, I'll go catch the manta ray...... You don't want to die...... You can't die......!"

"Brother Beamon, who wants to save you, how much can it do with a wound?" A gentle voice suddenly came from behind him, causing the orc to turn his head and stare at Baroque with red eyes: "Who are you? Why are you next to me?"

"I am the Frostwolf Clan...... The patriarch of the blue wolf tribe, Baroque. "Baroque salutes with orc etiquette!

"Oh, your name is Baroque, and you're the patriarch of the Blue Wolf Tribe?" the orc's voice softened a little, "I'm Protoya of the [War Bear Clan], [Berserk Tribe]. After he finished speaking, Baroque was just about to continue speaking, when he saw the black-haired orc named Plotoya suddenly show a hideous expression and roared: "Stupid traitor, you still want to deceive me, you go to death......!"

Baroque felt a mountain attacking him, and at that moment, he even thought that it was a Beamon beast ............!

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First of all, let's introduce the weights and measures of the Sauron continent, how simple and how to come: a mile is about one kilometer, one meter is equal to three feet, and one zhang is still three meters, that is, nine feet. Beamon is about three zhang tall, that is, nine to ten meters long, and the manta ray is nearly 100 feet long, that is, ten zhang long, thirty meters!