The Valley of Miracles naturally has its roots, and the two Great Shamans are not just tricksters. After the initial chaos, even if the casualties were painful, under their swift command, the battle shamans unleashed the power of the shaman, and the panicked orcs began to come to their senses. Their bloodiness exploded with the blessing of the shaman's power, and they used their flesh and blood to slow down the onslaught of Kudore's heavy cavalry. And by this time, the army had at least 5,000 killed in battle, and half a thousand people were gone!

Without the light cavalry to protect the flanks, a slowdown in the Kudore heavy cavalry battle formation was a sign of their doom. However, after all, they are the elite core of the Crown Bucks, and they are not so easy to be easily destroyed. While the Baroque commanded the warriors to wipe out the remnants of the light cavalry without haste, the Great Shaman Elder commanded the army with great difficulty to kill the hoplites little by little. Their casualty ratio was not symmetrical at all, and it took almost a few orcs to kill a heavy cavalry.

The battle continued into the night, and the Frostwolf tribe had already killed the last of the light horsemen, and they had even begun to prepare a campfire barbecue dinner. It was only at this time that the last captain of the heavy cavalry fell under the orc's greatsword. The Great Shaman of Brendan and the Shaman of Parisia looked at each other without tears, and their 20,000 soldiers were now only a little more than 10,000, and the 10,000-strong team was gone.

A monstrous rage ensued...... Damn the Great Tribe of Frost Wolves, they deliberately let go of the encirclement and let out the human heavy horses, otherwise how could the army of the Valley of Miracles suffer such a heavy blow? The two great shamans were almost mad, completely forgetting that they had come here to pick peaches, which was shameless in itself.

After a day of fierce fighting, everyone in the Frostwolf Legion was exhausted to death. Except for the indispensable peripheral scout sentinels, all the orcs collapsed on the ground and gasped for breath, and some of the warriors even fell asleep directly on their tomahawks, unable to wake up.

The Baroque stood around one of the largest bonfires roasting meat, and the horses that were ubiquitous on the battlefield became their food. After disemboweling, skinning and deboning, the horse's legs were grilled on the bonfire. Not far away, around other bonfires, surrounded by Muru, Angre, Tulayan and others, they are also barbecuing horse meat, they carefully smear salt on the horse meat, and some seasoning spices picked from the Kundu Mayan mountain forest, a strong smell of meat permeates the grassland.

The warriors were exhausted, lying on the ground in groups of three or five asleep, and the powerful leaders still had the strength to spare, so it was natural for them to prepare food for the warriors. This is also a way to get closer to each other, and Muru and they feel that the suggestion of the Baroque patriarch is really very good, because those warriors who have not slept look at the eyes of the leaders, in addition to awe, more admiration and love.

A few orcs rode on a rampage and headed straight for Baroque. Yatutu had just harvested his own beast armor today, and his excited energy had nowhere to vent, seeing these guys running from the Valley of Miracles army who had just finished exterminating the last heavy cavalry of the crown buck in the distance, his brows furrowed, and he rushed out, and directly knocked over the three running horses with his body, and the three orcs on the back of the horses fell to the ground in embarrassment and gnawed a mouthful of grass.

"Bah, damn it, are you offending the authority of the Valley of Miracles? Aren't you afraid that the great shaman will punish you? Fuck off, who's Baroque, let him come to me. One of the orc heralds at the head got up from the ground and shouted angrily.

Yatutu was naturally hot-tempered, and immediately became furious, and even had murderous intentions. At this moment, Baroque's voice came from around the campfire: "Knock out the teeth in his mouth, and then drive him back, so that the venerable shamans can send a new man who can speak." Holding a horse leg weighing dozens of pounds with one hand, Baroque cut off a piece of meat with a dagger and chewed it in his mouth, then nodded with satisfaction. Turning around and throwing it to the two orc warriors, he scolded with a smile: "Eat, for a piece of barbecue, you two guys have been following my ass for more than an hour, and I really admire your patience." ”

The two orc warriors hugged the horse's legs in a panic, and with a giggling cheer, they ran back into the circle where their group of companions had gathered. -- The horse's leg that the Baroque patriarch personally barbecued, this is a great glory, the two orc warriors have blue noses and swollen faces, but they are not caused on the battlefield, but by fighting with other brothers who are vying for this glory.

Yatutu slapped the herald in the face with a slap in the face, and with a whoosh, dozens of bloody teeth flew out of his mouth with a bloody mist of blood. ", dare to say more, and just unload one of your legs. ”

The orc was stunned, he followed the shaman elder, he was used to being arrogant, when had he ever encountered such a guy who played cards unreasonably?

It took a long time for the opposite army of the Valley of Miracles to run out of a group of people again. Baroque's eyes sharpened to find that some old orc was surrounded by the stars and moons...... Hey, I can't hold my breath, a certain shaman high priest has come forward in person.

Orcs are naturally rude and irritable, but after living long enough, they will always gradually calm down their irritable personality, and what they accumulate with age is the wisdom that comes from experience. When the Great Shaman Brendan came to Baroque, he had only a kind smile on his face, and there was no unpleasantness to be seen.

"Baroque, the most divine eagle of our northern tundra, the pride of shamanic sacrifice, are you really so young? Seeing you, I seem to see the future of the Valley of Miracles, and the shamanic road will shine more brightly on you. The old orc said in admiration.

Baroque laughed inwardly...... Do you want to use hypocrisy to lure me into this set? Can your hypocrisy be stronger than that of humans?

"Ah, Venerable Shaman, greetings to Baroque, from your blue shamanic robe, I guess you are the merciful high priest of the green shaman, Lord Brendan? Please accept my greetings. ”

Brendan was stunned, in his imagination, Baroque should be an arrogant guy who is not inferior, but he didn't expect this handsome and martial young man to have a tact that is not inferior to him. "Oh, you're also a shaman, and I've heard that you've regained the favor of the totemic spirits, continuing the centuries-old witch doctor path we've been breaking for, and that's the best news in the Valley of Miracles, and I think you'll be greeted by all the shamans if you return to the Valley of Miracles. ”

"I am flattered and thank you for your compliment, Your Excellency Brendan. The Valley of Miracles is a sacred temple for all shamans, and I will definitely go to worship there. Right now...... Oh, please dismount, it's simple, but let's treat you well. Baroque said, and immediately the tower-like giants of Yatutu and Tulayan came over, intentionally or unintentionally squeezing out Brendan's guard orcs, and helping the old orcs to dismount. The old orc's shriveled body was like a little chicken compared to the two of them, and the surrounding frostwolf legion soldiers laughed secretly.

Brendan didn't care, smiled and walked with Baroque to the campfire, where the great shaman's attendant orcs spread out soft tundra ice bear skin blankets, and the two sat on the ground, saying some unnutritious compliments.

"Baroque, maybe there was some misunderstanding between us. It's a good thing that the various tribes of the Frostwolf Clan have merged and become a big tribe again, and we in the Valley of Miracles are immensely in favor of it. But for some internal reasons... Alas, you may not know that Grand Elder Oneto was assassinated by a human papal warrior who infiltrated the tundra, and we have been in chaos for a long time searching for the murderer, so that we have not been able to respond to the emissary sent by the Grand Patriarch of Ortu in the first place, which may have made you feel unhappy. On behalf of the Valley of Miracles, I sincerely apologize to you, and you see, as a sign of sincerity, I have come with the Black Shaman of Parisia, and not only have I brought a hundred battle shamans and fifty veterinarians with me, but we have gathered twenty thousand warriors to reinforce your ...... after hearing that you have fought with humans in the grasslands of the horse farm!"

If you change people, you must believe in the sincerity of the Valley of Miracles. But the character of the fusion of the two souls of the Baroque is suspicious by nature, so he will not believe Brendan's clever tongue, with a moving expression on his face, but a sneer in his heart.

"Ah, Lord Brendan, I have never doubted the guiding position of the Valley of Miracles for the Orcs, and perhaps there will be a half-black sheep in the Shamanic Presbyterian Council, but I believe that most shamanic sacrifices are benevolent and friendly. After all...... Most of the shamans were born in the Frostwolf Clan, and we were originally the closest brothers. Just now, we couldn't hold it back, and when we were broken through the siege by the human heavy cavalry, it was the army of the Valley of Miracles who paid a heavy price and killed them, and our Frostwolf Tribe was extremely grateful for the assistance of the Valley of Miracles. You can rest assured that when we take full control of the horse farmland, we will definitely contribute enough cattle, sheep, horses and goods to the Valley of Miracles. ”

Baroque directly blocked Brendan's mouth, so that the old guy couldn't help but curse the cunning boy in his heart............ He was about to change the subject and prepare for a piece of the fertile horse farmland, when he was blocked by the Baroque, and by the way, they obviously framed the army of the Valley of Miracles as a helpless move. If the topic continues, Brendan finds it difficult to gain the initiative unless he tears his face, this kid is simply an outlier among orcs, even more insidious than humans.

"Oh, that's right, I thought the Frostwolf Tribe deliberately let go of some human soldiers, so that the warriors under our command could gain merit and glory!" Brendan said sarcastically, but it was completely harmless in front of the thick-skinned Baroque.

The army of the Valley of Miracles has been greatly damaged, and although the Frostwolf Clan seems to have killed and wounded thousands of people, the most elite strength has been preserved, and there is a legion of the War Bear Clan next to it - even in the Valley of Miracles, the shamans know that the Protoya chief of the War Bear Clan is as close as a brother to the Baroque, and it is self-evident who he will help.

It seems that the grassland of the horse farm is temporarily out of control, and Brendan wisely chooses to back down, he has another means at his disposal.

"Baroque, I repeat. Brendan suddenly said with a serious expression: "The Valley of Miracles fully supports the fusion of the Frostwolf Tribe, we have brought a hundred battle shamans, and I will personally lead the Frostwolf Tribe to contribute to the strength of the Frostwolf Tribe." I think that's going to be a good start!"

Without Baroque and his brethren of the Blue Wolf Tribe, these 100 Battle Shamans would have easily been able to secretly control all the legions formed by the Great Frostwolf Tribe. But now, ............! (To be continued.) )