"Massimo, I'm just a lowly orc, I don't even have the ability to protect myself, even if I have a prejudice against the Terrans, so what? I can't do anything!"

"Whew, don't lie to me, Baroque, for my death's sake!" Massimo gave a mocking or mischievous smile: "You told me that your shamanic cultivation has reached a critical point, and you can only form an ice ring outside your body, but you can't inspire it, right?"

Baroque nodded, his expression unmoving.

"Everyone knows that the shaman of the orcs is a combination of a mage and a warrior, and they are not only able to communicate with the spirits of nature and obtain the power of the elements, but also with the souls of powerful monsters and obtain some of the powers of monsters. So why don't you tell me about the changes in your body?"

Baroque's brow couldn't help but jump, he was finally surprised. "Massimo, you found out, when did it start?"

Shaking his head, Massimo said: "It was a question that arose yesterday when I tested your meridians with Dou Qi, you may not know about Dou Qi, but in the simplest explanation, Dou Qi is an attack method from the inside out, and spells are an external attack method, no shaman or magician can store the power of magic elements in the body, what they do is only to guide and borrow." Then it is obvious that those cold breaths in your body are likely to be a kind of fighting spirit...... Or [Beast Battle Qi], although it is only contact, I can feel that it is very powerful...... It's between your chest and abdomen. ”

"Impossible, I have never cultivated the Beast Battle Qi, how can I form a Fighting Qi mass in my body?" Baroque subconsciously touched his chest, not feeling anything unusual.

He did hide something from Massimo, after all, he couldn't trust anyone anymore after experiencing the scourge of extermination. As early as when he first came into contact with the totem pole and was hit into his chest by the wolf-shaped light and shadow, Baroque had a hallucination of being a wolf. Speed, strength, hearing, vision improved several times. As his cultivation deepened, he found that these powers were also increasing. Even if the ice ring formed outside his body could not be excited, when he stood under the totem pole, he had a feeling that even a human intermediate Dou Qi warrior could not fight against him. A year ago, when the mercenaries attacked the tribe, if Baroque had his current strength, he was confident that he would be able to kill all the mercenaries of the beginner fighting spirit.

The only weakness is that he has to stand within the range of the totem pole, and if he moves away, his power will plummet.

Rao is like this, if it spreads, it is enough to cause an uproar, in just one year, from a weak orc boy to now dare to confront an intermediate fighting spirit warrior, this level of growth is no longer a genius to describe, it can be called [terrible], so Baroque has to hide it.

"Hehe, Baroque, this world is bigger than you think, nothing is impossible. Massimo smiled and said, his energy was getting weaker and weaker, and he needed a little drink to support him: "Norman is right, you are a natural shaman. For you, the only way to increase your strength is for you to understand. Whether it's the vindictiveness of humans, magic, or the druids of elves, or the wrath of dwarves...... None of it will help you much, you are a natural, and only God knows your way!"

Baroque's face turned pale, and his mind couldn't help but think back to that rainy day with thunder and lightning!

"Okay, let me sleep for a while, Baroque, I have no right to ask you for anything, I just hope you will ...... in the future Able to accept the peace-loving Terrans. Massimo lay back and closed his eyes.

Baroque stood up silently and bowed, this is an old man worthy of respect!

As soon as he turned around, Massimo suddenly said again: "Baroque, maybe you can try to communicate with the Warcraft, this may help you break through the critical point." I remember Norman doing this before...... However, he almost died in the belly of the Salo python ......!"

Massimo was gone, and Baroque had already felt it when he walked out of the room, as a shaman, he had an extremely keen sense of the soul, and he could feel the slightest point of soul light dissipating, floating between heaven and earth, where was the final destination? Maybe God knows, but orcs have no gods, they worship the spirit of nature..................

Massimo is dead, which is actually expected by the neighbors, the old guy has been unable to walk for a while, and he has completely relied on the orc boy for food and drink. So his departure did not cause the slightest stir, and people simply did their duty as a neighbor or friend to help Baroque bury him on a hill north of the town.

Baroque's identity was in question, and although Massimo, who had returned to his hometown a year earlier, claimed to be his slave, no one had seen a legally significant deed or a certificate from a nobleman in his possession. Naturally, the orc boy was reasonably and legally attributed to Baron Miró's private property, and after burying Massimo, a kind neighbor had already alerted Baroque and asked him to report to the lord as soon as possible.

Baroque thought about it, he could leave at any time, but homelessness was confusing. And in the last year, he has not heard anything about his clan. It is said that his people are very popular among orc slaves because of their Mao ** Liang, and may have been sold to some big cities of the human race. In this strange continent, there are uncharted mysteries and vast forests, where humans and other intelligent races occupy only a small fraction, and cities are often very far apart. The hardest part is the journey, and the map becomes the most important item for travelers.

It's hard to find a map, even if it's just a small map that encompasses hundreds of miles around you. Ordinary villagers and townspeople did not have the ability or funds to do it, and only powerful merchants and nobles could draw maps.

Just to get a map, Baroque thought it would be nice to spend some time at the castle in the Red River Valley!

Thanks to the reminder from his neighbors, Baroque did not immediately rush to the castle, but walked out of the town, to his own field, where the totem pole had stood for a long time,

It is a common thing to erect a scarecrow in the field, and no one will be surprised, of course, if the scarecrow is too thick, it can only be said to be the personal interest of the maker. Stripped of the outer straw barrier, the swarthy totem pole still stands, and the Baroque has studied it for a year, and can memorize the ornamentation and abstract lines on it almost with his eyes closed. Even though he has lived in this world for more than a year, he still feels amazing. An ordinary wooden pillar, carved with these patterns, has magical power, incredible!

Nowadays, the wolf-shaped light and shadow on the totem pole have become less and less visible, but every time Baroque sits under the totem pole, the cold breath will still fill the body, and the trance will turn into a wolf, running and galloping in the wilderness, howling wantonly. When he occasionally woke up, he would find that there was an ice ring around his body, at first it was just a palm-sized piece of ice, then more and more, and now, there were sixteen pieces around him, forming a ring of ice. After that, the number did not increase, but the thickness of the ice rings became more and more hard.

Tonight, he sat down again, breathed slowly, his mind relaxed, and soon fell into a trance that seemed to be in the clouds...... With a long roar of his head raised, he looked forward to it, and he became a majestic giant wolf again, with the silver-white fur on his body like ice crystals, undulating like waves with the breeze. He began to run, jump, even roll and tumble on the ground, but there was always a barrier that he could not fully release, and he wanted to show his fangs and claws, but he could not do .............

The next morning, Baroque woke up with a dejected face, he didn't get anything last night, it seems that he really needs to find a magical beast to contact, beast, beast, to release that kind of power, you must have beastliness! Baroque suddenly had some realization, which is why only orcs can produce shamanic sacrifices that claim to be able to communicate with animals, and the reason why orcs are called orcs may also have this reason.

Next, I have to go to the Red River Valley Castle to report, and then try to find a wolf-shaped monster, preferably a water system, and try to communicate. The only fly in the ointment is that the Baroque relies too much on this totem pole, and if you stay away from the totem pole, the power will be weakened by half. It seems that in order to solve this problem, we must break through the tipping point.

Covering the totem pole, Baroque took a deep breath, and his feet exerted force violently, like arrows from the string, and in an instant, several ups and downs were already a hundred meters away. A dagger in his hand suddenly flashed in the early morning sun, and several wrist-thick branches of the two big trees were neatly cut off, and the broken joints seemed to have been polished.

Landing under a boulder, Baroque was bare-chested, covered with faint animal hair, revealing his sturdy body. Now fifteen years old, he is already one meter eight tall, like an adult human man. With a loud roar, he grabbed the two bulges of the boulder, his forehead was covered with green muscles, and the hair on his body seemed to explode. The rock weighing 10,000 catties was pushed away from its original position by him, and pushed it out for more than ten meters, before he put it down exhausted, panting heavily, looking satisfied!

In his previous life, he would never have thought that he would be able to have such a huge power now, although he could not lift a rock of 10,000 catties, but there was always a thrust of thousands of catties. You must know that even a mid-level Dou Qi warrior in the human race needs to operate Dou Qi in order to have this effect. What's more, his speed and agility are not at all weaker than that of a human junior Douqi Warrior, at least he has to escape, and no one in Red River Valley Town can stop him, even if that benevolent lord is a high-level Douqi Warrior.

He had returned just in time, and the lord's butler had already come to his house to look for him. The Baroque is as silent as ever. The butler didn't embarrass him, and took him to the Red River Valley Castle, and asked him to do something, and he still needed to ask the lord for advice!