Baroque received an additional blessing from the ancestral spirits when he sacrificed his blood, which was somewhat envied by the orcs of the Wolf Tooth tribe. In particular, witnessing the Oltu patriarch dragging his precious daughter Hilda to Baroque was even more sad and disappointing to some young people............ In their opinion, the Otto patriarch has already chosen his daughter's future husband, and they don't have a chance!

Baroque did not know what was happening while he was in a daze. Hilda's share of the overflowing power of his faith is only considered a rare blessing. When he returned to the tribe with Hilda, he didn't even notice the strange looks of the others.

Baroque was indeed so hungry that he himself devoured almost an entire leg of a cow, leaving the surrounding orcs jaw-dropping. And Hilda, who has always been gentle and beautiful, actually changed her temper and ate twice as much food as usual, which made the orcs have to sigh in their hearts...... It's really a husband and wife!

Baroque and Hilda, who were full of bellies, noticed the eyes of the people around them, and they looked at each other, both feeling a little amused and embarrassed. Unconsciously, it seems that the relationship is suddenly much closer.

Ortu, though still unhappy, was finally not glaring at Baroque. After the blood sacrifice is completed, the identity of the Blue Wolf Tribe is recognized by the Spirit of the Ancestors, and Baroque should leave. But before that happens, there are a few things that need to be discussed with Grand Chief Ortu. For example, the obligation to the Frostwolf Clan is also expected to be exchanged for the livestock essential to the Orc Clan through exchange trade between tribes.

Regarding these things, even if it is an internal matter of the frostwolf clan, the old Krutu completed his task, and no longer mixed up, just quietly waited for them to finish negotiating, and then returned with Baroque. Old Crutu felt that his body had reached its limit, and he might never wake up again after falling asleep at any time, so he urged Baroque to end the negotiations as soon as possible.

Undoubtedly, as one of the most powerful clans of orcs. The Grand Chief of the Frostwolf Clan, Ortu wields great authority. In the face of a human invasion, he can issue an order to all the orc tribes of the Frostwolf Clan to send their best warriors together. Fight at his command. Among the hundreds of thousands of clansmen, an army of 50,000 frost wolves could be gathered, and even any elite army of humans would not dare to face it alone.

Baroque received obligations from Ortuga............ The Blue Wolf Tribe was about three or four thousand people at this time, so he needed to send five hundred-strong warriors to follow the command of the Great Frostwolf Chief when he heard the call. Correspondingly. If the blue wolf tribe is attacked by the enemy, as long as you ask Ortu for help, Ortu will immediately send the most elite army to the rescue. Of course, the northern tundra is huge, and the Baroque wolf tribe is more than 2,000 miles away from the wolf tooth tribe. By the time Ortu's reinforcements arrived, everything was over!, so the Baroque was well aware............ Unless it encounters a super-large-scale human invasion with more than 100,000 troops, the summoning order of the clan chief will not be issued!

That's all about obligation. The Baroque was primarily concerned with the tribal exchange of trade. He made a plea to Oltu. I hope to be able to exchange some supplies for the Wolf Tooth Tribe's many eye-catching cattle, sheep and livestock.

Ortu knew of course that after the Baroque led the coalition forces to destroy the Two-Headed Eagle Legion, he captured all the weapons and armor. In addition to distributing some to the orcs of the small tribes of the coalition, at least most of them remained in the hands of the Baroque. The orcs' thirst for weapons was fanatical, and the old chief was also very red-eyed, and immediately offered to exchange weapons for livestock. And very generously offered, a heavy sword or battle axe could be exchanged for an ox or ten sheep, and a set of heavy armor could be exchanged for two horses!

Baroque looked at Oltu like an idiot, and although he didn't say anything, Oltu was a little embarrassed to find that he couldn't fool the cunning young man at all. Orcs are too short of weapons and armor, and a better heavy sword can be exchanged for at least two oxen. A set of heavy armor does not have five sturdy horses, so don't open your mouth at all. He bullied the Baroque and didn't understand the market, but he didn't know that the Baroque had inquired about all this clearly before he came to the Wolf Tooth Tribe! Cattle, sheep and horses were not only available in the Wolf Tooth Tribe, but they could still be exchanged for other tribes. But weapons and armor are absolutely hard to come by. At least it's impossible for humans to trade with orcs with weapons!

In the end, although Baroque suffered a small loss, everyone was happy. After all, Baroque has an entire tribe of gray dwarves behind him, and he has been discussing with the Saadin patriarch in a planned way about a comprehensive outfit change, and the captured human weapons will still have to be disposed of.

Baroque took three days to get on the road, and he took with him two thousand horses, thousands of cattle and tens of thousands of sheep. Ortu sent more than a thousand Orcs of the Wolf Tooth Tribe to help the Baroque drive the cattle to the Blue Wolf Tribe. At the same time they will bring back weapons and armor. To Baroque's surprise, it was the beautiful Hilda who commanded the army of the Wolftooth tribe!

It was always a pleasure to have a beautiful woman on the way, and Baroque would have been in a good mood if it weren't for the worries of Crutu's declining body. Halfway through the way back, Crutu was too weak to stand up, so he could only hold him in his hands and move forward cautiously, and Baroque also needed to use the power of the witch doctor from time to time to relieve his physical fatigue, all in order to insist that Crutu could return to his tribe and rest in peace under the watchful eye of his son's relatives.

Persevering all the way, they finally returned to the settlement of the berserk tribe, and Plottoya couldn't help but burst into tears when he saw his weakened and unformed father, he had long known that this would be the end, but when he really faced it, he was still heartbroken! Old Crutu was only in his sixties, and if it weren't for the death of his beast Beamon in battle, who had seriously injured him, with his strength, he would have lived at least twenty or thirty more years.

Baroque asked his tribesmen to drive the cattle with the people of the Wolftooth tribe, and he stayed. Old Crutu couldn't make it all night, and he needed to stay by his side at the last moment to give the old orc a ride.

Krutu, who was lying on the blanket of animal skins, had fallen into a semi-comatose state, and Plottoya's eyes were red, and he could barely shed tears. Baroque sighed and released a white light of a witch doctor, enveloping Krutu while restoring some of Protoya's energy by the way.

Perhaps it was the return of light, and the unconscious Crutu suddenly woke up. His spirit was much better, he glanced at Protoya, ignored it, and smiled faintly at the baroque voice on the side: "Baroque, let's talk." Plottoya goes out. Don't let anyone in. ”

Plotoya was a little reluctant, but he obeyed his father's order, patted Baroque on the shoulder, walked out of the tent, and stood outside the door of the tent. Motionless.

"Patriarch Krutu, what do you want to tell me? Baroque sat down cross-legged beside Crutu and asked in a whisper.

"Baroque, tell me, what is your ambition? For the sake of an old man who is about to die, don't be perfunctory to me. Crutu's expression suddenly became serious and he asked.

Baroque was a little stunned, wondering why Crutu could ask that. After a little hesitation, he felt that there was nothing to hide, and said calmly: "Patriarch Krutu." Well, I admit it, I have a small wish, which is to gather as many orc tribes as possible, unite the scattered orc forces, and let us orcs truly rule the northern tundra, and abandon all foreign threats anytime and anywhere. In order to achieve this, I don't mind sometimes resorting to some last resort. ”

"Baroque, do you know what your idea will eventually bring to the orcs once it is realized?"

"Of course. I know. Baroque nodded and said: "The reason why humans clear the northern tundra every year is that they don't want the strength of the orcs to increase. Once I've gathered enough orc tribes to be feared by humans, they're bound to gather several times as much power to destroy us. Nip danger in the bud. “

"If you know, why do you do it? Do you think we can compete with humans?" asked Crutu, unable to make out any expression.

"I'm confident in myself, and as you said, it's my ambition. Once he sprouts, I can't contain it myself. You have to do it to know if it works. Moreover, human beings are now in civil strife, which gives us an opportunity to take advantage of. Now is arguably the best opportunity that we cannot pass away. Give it a try, and you won't necessarily lose. ”

"We don't have enough weapons, we don't have disciplined elite warriors, and we don't have the strength to rival the human army, so what do you compare to humans? And you know what, human beings are despicable, even if you make human armies suffer on the battlefield. Those filthy Heavenly Apocalypse Phantom Armor Warriors will immediately stare at you in the shadows like flies, launching assassination and sneak attacks anytime and anywhere until they kill you. If all of our commanders are dead, will the orc army still have any hope of victory?"

"Well, that's a problem, and I'm changing all that. You should also know the beast armor on the bodies of several of my clansmen, and they already have the power to fight against the human phantom armor warriors, or even better. Although the number of people is too small, as long as I find enough phantom beasts or beast eggs, I will be able to forge a beast armor legion, and then the sneak attack of the Apocalypse Holy See will be nothing. As for the rest...... Hehe. Baroque suddenly clung to Crutu's ear and told him some secrets - the old orc was about to die, and he wanted Crutu to return to the bosom of the ancestral spirits at least hopefully!

Hear what is coming out of Baroque's mouth...... Grey Dwarf...... It has gradually formed a military formation belonging to the orcs...... A ruse in the human Odria Empire...... Krutu's eyes grew brighter and brighter, and his face even flushed with excitement. Baroque knew that it was not good, and turned around and shouted: "Plotaya, come in!"

Pllottoya, who rushed in, pounced on Krutu's side, and Krutu trembled and grabbed his son's hand, and squeezed out a few words from his mouth with the last of his strength: "Plottoya...... Allegiance to the Baroque ...... Forever...... Don't betray ...... He...... It's an orc...... ...... Look......!"

The venerable Patriarch of the Berserk Tribe, the Grand Chief of the War Bear Clan, and the Beamon Beastmaster Krutu, finally closed his eyes, and he left with a smile!

Protoya wailed, and Baroque stood silently, whispering in his heart: The orcs will eventually rise, and you will see ............ in the temple of the ancestors! )