Baroque's injuries made it impossible for them to walk far before they had to stop. Erect a totem pole, sit cross-legged next to him, barely use his soul power, and use the secret art of a shaman witch doctor to heal his injuries.

The wolf-shaped light and shadow in the totem pole did not appear, and Baroque was not even aware of the presence of the light and shadow after leaving the ancestral ruins in the center of the wasteland. Rust, the frost wolf, walked around the Baroque, his eyes fixed on the totem pole, moving faster and faster, and finally running wild. Baroque closed his eyes and suddenly felt that his spirit had communicated with Lac, and he knew a lot in an instant.

Sure enough, after experiencing an accident in the ancestral totem array, Rak inexplicably became the totem spirit animal of the totem pole. At this time, Rak is undergoing a magical change, and with the gradual communication and integration with the totem pole, Rak will eventually have the ability to transform into another form...... He is able to transform into a wolf-like light and enter the totem pole. This process will not only increase the power of the totem pole, but also have great benefits for Rak himself, once Luck becomes a spirit beast, he will be free from the shackles of the monster, and he will even be able to transform into a powerful existence like a phantom beast.

Some of these things were speculated by Baroque after communicating with Lac, and the other part actually came from the messages that the old Hebrewonian wolf had passed on to him. It is strange that the old wolf knows so much about the affairs of the orc shaman, perhaps he once had an extraordinary relationship with the ancestor of the orc............ The reason why I say ancestors is because Baroque learned from the silver wolf cub that the old Hebrewonian wolf lived for a long time, at least not less than thousands of years, and was really old and immortal, just as perverted as a dragon.

In the end, Rak was tired and tired, and he only made his body slightly brighter, and it would take a long time to cultivate before he could truly transform into a light and shadow spirit beast and integrate into the totem pole. Lying on the ground with his tongue out. Restore the portrait of an idiot again. On the contrary, Baroque endured the severe pain and straightened the broken bones in his chest one by one, under the treatment of the witch doctor's secret technique. Most of it has healed. It's just that he was seriously injured and needed to continue treatment for many days before he could fully recover.

The bones begin to heal. The pain subsided considerably, and Baroque was helped to his feet by Celine's support. Looking at the sky: "We are still close to Pader, this is too dangerous, it's still early, let's go a little longer!"

No one had any objections, after all, only Baroque himself was injured. At this time, even the delicate Celine was a little stronger than him. Angrey was sent out by the Baroque to patrol the rear in case Padja had pursuers. They also did not avoid the main road, as it made it easier for the injured Baroque to walk.

After walking calmly for a long time, Baroque felt much better, and the stuffiness in his chest gradually disappeared. He lifted his collar and looked at his chest, the three phantom beast eggs that were always moving, as if they had also completely absorbed the power of Odin's Thunderhawk Phantom Crystal, became motionless, and fell back into a deep sleep. I don't know when these guys will hatch, although they are attached to their bodies without hindrance. But Baroque always felt a little pity, like holding a heavy machine gun, but because there were no bullets, he could only stare dryly. As for the silver wolf...... Oh. That can be considered a revolver, but it is not enough, they can be stronger in the future.

"Baroque, aren't your bones already starting to heal, what's so nice in your chest?" Celine asked, thinking that Baroque was still worried about his injuries, as she supported him.

"Hehe, it's just a subconscious habit. Baroque lowered his voice and laughed, suddenly attached to Celine's ear, and said very **: "The orc man's chest only has fluffy animal hair. Of course, it's not as charming as Celine's breasts....... ”...

Celine blushed and glared at Baroque viciously. I couldn't help but exert force on my hand and twisted the flesh on the baroque's waist ribs.

Baroque held Celine's hand. As soon as he asked for mercy, his face suddenly changed greatly, and his whole body trembled violently as if water was boiling. It wasn't Baroque's injuries that recurred, but the three phantom beast eggs in his body and the silver wolf tattoo vibrated together, scurrying like a rebellion, and Baroque felt a fiery anger and fear from them! Yes, fear.

"It's coming, it's coming...... Those damn guys are chasing after us again, and they've been chasing us for a long, long time...... But when my father is dead, who can protect us...... Woo!" The silver wolf scurried around Baroque's arms like a child, and the sound of crying came into Baroque's mind.

"What the hell is going on, what is going on?" can make the always haughty Hebrewonian wolf fear, and there is no doubt that some powerful and incomparable presence is approaching, and Baroque cannot be careless.

"Those bastards of the Apocalypse Holy See, they want to kill us, and my father has been endlessly hunted down and killed by them for hundreds of years before his strength is exhausted...... Woo, they're coming, but what are we going to do...... Whining. "The silver wolf is still a child, even though he is probably much older than the Baroque two humans, but the mind is still a child.

Baroque is stunned and suddenly realizes that he has ignored a deadly message...... He had long heard Celine talk about what happened in the Academy of Magic, and he also knew that when Dean Butters died, a mysterious person from the Apocalypse Holy See appeared and easily extinguished the crisis that the Fire Lizard's Phantom Crystal Armor was about to burst. Then the mysterious man quickly left, so Baroque didn't think much of it, thinking that he was passing by, but now it seems that it is not so simple.

"Little wolf, how did the people of the Apocalypse follow your tracks?" Baroque hurriedly asked the most important question in his mind.

"The Apocalypse Holy See has some bastards called the Wind Scouts, they have a strong tracking and searching ability, as long as they know the smell or traces of the power of our Hebrewonian wolves, then within a certain range, if we leak our power again, they will immediately detect it. ”

Damn, Baroque suddenly realized, it must be the silver wolf that exposed his breath when he turned into two-legged armor, and the mysterious person of the Apocalypse Holy See was not far away, so he immediately noticed it, and I am afraid that he had already pursued it at this time.

I don't know how many times they have dealt with each other, just as they can detect the traces of the Hebrewonian wolf, the silver wolf can in turn sense the approach of the people of the Apocalypse Holy See in advance. In addition to the nervousness, Baroque was a little more comfortable, and at least there was still a little time to prepare.

The old Hebrew Wolf taught him the secret technique of concealing the breath, and Baroque didn't think that this secret technique would be useless, otherwise the old Wolf would not have avoided the Apocalypse Holy See for so many years without being discovered, and now it depends on whether he can escape the crisis.

The shaman's soul power had not yet recovered, and Baroque couldn't care so much, so he endured the discomfort of extreme dizziness and cast a secret technique of concealing breath for himself and the earth dog Rak again. The brothers immediately seemed to be covered with a layer of gray mist, and their expressions were mediocre and inconspicuous. Summoned the people and Celine, and even Angel, who was patrolling the rear, called back, and for the first time, Baroque whispered to them with great solemnity .............

"Take my word for it, I know you're going to be nervous, but that's because of your slave status. And the cruel Countess Celine's tyrannical treatment of you makes you look terrified all the way, you know?" Baroque said solemnly.

Time was short, and Baroque could only think of this one solution. Fortunately, the clansmen don't know how to act, they just need to pretend that they are afraid that Celine will abuse them. Everything still needs to be up to Celine. ...

"Baroque ...... Me, I'm a little nervous. I didn't know what Baroque was afraid of, but his expression startled Celine and made her wince.

"It's okay, it's okay, you just do what I just said, it's okay to be nervous. Baroque comforted Celine, and suddenly her body trembled again. Looking up suddenly, I saw a figure with flapping wings in the sky behind me.

Baroque slammed a punch into his chest, cracking the newly healed bone again, spitting out a mouthful of blood and collapsing with a languid expression. Angel immediately carried the unconscious Baroque on his back, Celine couldn't bear her worries, didn't look at the approaching figure in the sky, and casually released a small fireball, which smashed on the back of Muru, who was closest to him, and immediately scorched the animal hair on his back and burned the skin and flesh. Muru screamed and fell to the ground, begging for mercy. Celine's face was full of arrogance and contempt: "Hmph, lowly orc mongrel, don't provoke my anger ...... again." ”

The Wind Scout fell from the sky, ignoring Celine's mistreatment of the orcs as if it were a matter of course. Completely ignoring the fear and horror of these people in front of him, frowning, and patrolling among them unscrupulously, even if the beautiful and moving Celine pretended to be in awe and came to please him, the wind scout didn't bother to pay attention, and his face was puzzled. -- He had searched far in this direction, but still did not notice any trace of the wolf, could it be that he was in the wrong direction, and should search in the direction of Padeya?

The wind scout scouted each orc carefully, and suddenly his eyes froze, and he didn't do anything, just the phantom crystal armor that had been hidden appeared, and the wings behind him suddenly opened, glowing with cyan shiny, and a wind-like pressure came to his face. The orcs and Celine were directly shocked and pressed to the ground, as if they were carrying a thousand pounds of burden, and they felt that their breathing began to be difficult............ Baroque, who pretended to be unconscious, endured the discomfort and shouted wildly in his heart: This is the power of the Phantom Crystal Armor, this is the real power, the Odin Thunder Eagle Phantom Armor of the Odrians is simply incomparable to ......!

"Hand it over...... Otherwise die. "The eyes of the windwhispering scout are fixed on the three men, Barotan, Angre, and Zainzu!

Celine stumbled to her feet, her face sad, and she said to the wind scout: "Honorable lord, we didn't mean to hide, we were originally ...... Originally, I was going to dedicate the phantom beast eggs to the Holy See, and since you just happened to encounter it, I can leave it to you, please forgive us for our offense......!"

She turned around and scolded the three orcs viciously: "Take it out quickly and hand over the phantom beast eggs to the honorable adults." ”

The three Barrotans were full of nervousness and fear (they were really afraid, but they didn't have to pretend), and they followed Celine's words and each took out an egg-sized, reddish-brown inconspicuous beast egg from his arms.

The Wind Scout, who was originally full of excitement, immediately had a cold expression after seeing the phantom beast eggs taken out by the orcs............ Damn, mistaken!(To be continued)