"Baroque brothers, stop, stop......!" shouted from the direction of the Berserk Tribe camp as Plottoa rode a horse toward it. By this time, the soldiers of the Hungry Wolf Legion had dragged the last warrior of the Roaring Tribe from the back of the brown bear, and the sharp weapons against their necks or chests did not dare to make a rash move. The only one left standing was the patriarch of the Roaring Tribe, Noldega!

Three sharp impact spears were pressed against Noltega in the back of his chest, and the big man was panting, almost mad with anger, but because his skills were not as good as others, he could only get angry. More than fifty brown bear cavalrymen held out for less than a few minutes before they were all overturned. I don't even know when they were outflanked from behind, and they were ashamed to die, but they were convinced to lose. However, he was very unconvinced by the patriarch of the blue wolf tribe, and Nortega challenged Baroque and received no response, which made him think that Baroque was timid.

Protoya finally arrived, panting and jumping off his horse, looking left and right, no one was killed or even too badly wounded. This made him breathe a sigh of relief, and he laughed and greeted Baroque, and the two hugged fiercely. "Welcome, Baroque brothers, I didn't expect you to come so quickly, I thought I'd have to wait at least a few more days!"

"The good brother of the berserk tribe invites, I naturally have to hurry over. Baroque smiled and spoke to Protoya, and the two of them were just talking, seemingly ignoring the brown bear cavalry and the embarrassed Nortega next to them.

"By the way, I heard that you defeated the Severed Head Tribes and annexed them?" Protoya looked at the more than five hundred elite orcs who followed the Baroque, and had to believe the report of the scout squad leader just now. Even if you know that Baroque is powerful, it still feels incredible...... A small tribe of five hundred people swallowing up a tribe of two thousand severed heads always feels like a lie.

"Obviously ....... Baroque spread his hands and said helplessly: "We don't want to be enemies of any tribe, but the severed tribe doesn't think so." They took advantage of last year's snowstorm to devour the small tribes around them, and even gave birth to greed and wanted to sneak up on my tribe. You know, just because our blue wolf tribe doesn't cause trouble doesn't mean we're afraid. We practice "tooth for tooth, blood for blood". Since he wants to do something bad for us, we have no choice but to annex them. ”

"Yes, yes, the Hatchata of the Decapitated Tribes is an insatiable fellow. Not at all like an orc. If my tribe were attacked, I would be like you. Protoya said, suddenly remembering something, and immediately asked, "Baroque, what about the two shamans who are stationed in the tribe of the severed heads......?

"Nope. I am also a shaman, and I have the utmost respect for Tinga and Ammo Shaman, and they have accepted my invitation and have settled in our blue wolf tribe. Baroque told the lie he had thought of a long time without changing his face: "But last winter, the two shamans said that they would introduce me to their teacher, and then their teacher would take me to the [Valley of Miracles] of the Shamanic Presbyterian Church. So as early as more than two months ago, Tinga and Amo Shaman left the Blue Wolf Tribe and rushed to the Wolf Tooth Tribe in advance to visit their teacher. Calculate the time, you should be back soon!"

With a heavy expression, Plotoya sighed and said to Baroque: "Brother Baroque, I'm sorry to tell you a bad news. And this misfortune is directly related to me...... Two shamans, Tinga and Amo...... They can't go back to your blue wolf tribe anymore!"

"What? What do you mean by that?" Baroque asked hurriedly, 'taken aback'.

"You know what happened to me last winter, when Abbas and I went down the Holy See's Skyscrew for revenge, but unfortunately only one guy was killed at the time, and the other two guys escaped. I chased them for a long time, and they ran only a hundred miles away from your wolf tribe's settlement, and I caught up. These two human mongrels slaughtered a band of orcs halfway through. It wasn't until I killed them that I realized that it was the two shamans, Tinga and Amo, who had been killed, along with their guards. Plottoya said with grief and apologies.

Baroque's face is full of 'grief' and 'sorrow'. He didn't say anything, and stood quietly for a long time before he let out a sullen breath: "It's not your fault, everything is the sin of the Human Holy See." We only have to kill a few more human soldiers who have invaded the tundra. Protect our home, and the two shamans will rest in peace. ”

"Alright, let's not think about these things, come on, let me treat the brothers of the blue wolf tribe well. "Leaving aside the bad mood, the orc tribe will die in battle every year. And when encountering life and death, everyone's spirit is already extremely tenacious, and the sadness is only for a moment.

Baroque then pointed to the awkwardly standing, almost forgotten Nortega: "This Nortega said that he was the patriarch of the Roaring Tribe, and he actually came to provoke us, and I taught them a lesson." Plotaya, this is the place of your berserk tribe, and I will leave him at your disposal. ”

Protoya turned around and kicked Nortega viciously, scolding, "Bastard, sooner or later you will be killed by your own recklessness. Apologize to Baroque at once, or I'll drive you out of the tribe and go back with your men...... Not even if you're my cousin. "I see, Noltega and Plottoa are cousins, and Baroque is abrupt.

"I don't accept it, the orcs speak in their own strength, and if the Baroque defeats me, I will apologize to him. A patriarch who only knows how to hide behind and let his people protect him will not be respected by me. Noltega shouted in a gruff voice, and although he was a little afraid of Plotaya, he stubbornly insisted on not admitting defeat.

Hey, Plottoya laughed angrily: "Cousin Noltega, can you defeat me? You must know that without Abbas's help, even the two of me would not be a match for the Baroque brothers." ”

"This can't be!" Noltega immediately looked up and exclaimed in surprise. You must know that even if Protoya does not borrow the power of the Beamon Behemoth, he is also a warrior who is about to enter the sky level. Noltega and his cousin don't know how many times they have fought, and each time they have lost badly.

"Sorry, Baroque brothers, this bastard is such a temper, you don't teach him enough lessons, he dies without repentance. Don't show me mercy, just teach him a hard lesson. Protoya was also a little helpless, so he had to smile bitterly at Baroque.

Baroque likes this kind of muddy guy the most, because once they are convinced of you, they will be the most loyal warriors and will be able to carry out any of your orders perfectly. In order to exert enough influence in the coalition forces, he certainly did not mind subduing Nortega.

"I'm a shaman, but I'm also a beast warrior who has reached the pinnacle of the earth. Patriarch of Nortega. What are you going to compare to me? Of course, if you want to fight purely with your own strength, I can tell you. I used to spend time in the gladiatorial arena of the human world, in order to survive and be free. I once fought with the strongest human gladiators, and I once fought with my bare hands against two desert beasts [Great Sand Lizards] that could easily kill the prairie lion, and finally killed them to win. ............。 ”

It is clear that Baroque does not lie, and there is no need to lie. Noltega's expression was already a little glazed, and he suddenly felt as if he was wrong. This young orc in front of him. His overly handsome and gentle appearance succeeded in deceiving him, making him think that Baroque, like other shamans, had extremely limited physical strength except for shamanic spells. But he never expected that he was still a beast battle qi warrior, and he had already entered the peak of the earth level, that is, he was equal in strength with Protoya.

Even if these were unexpected, Nortega was still a little brainy, thinking that it was a big deal to fight only with him in terms of strength. But Baroque's next words deprived him of any luck. ............ Even the tundra orcs in a remote corner know that the most proficient fighters in the human world are neither vindictive warriors nor legendary phantom warriors. It's the gladiators in the gladiatorial arena. Because they have no fighting spirit, no other way to choose, only to exercise their own strength and skills to fight and save their lives in the bloody gladiatorial arena, so their fighting skills are unparalleled. Baroque was able to defeat a powerful gladiator, and his fighting prowess was certainly not far behind. For a while, Noltega was rarely entangled.

Baroque showed a mocking expression, which made Noltega blush with shame, and shouted in disregard: "We fight in the way of orcs, you are not allowed to use shamanic spells and other powers, I don't need beast fighting energy." If you can defeat me in strength. I was convinced. In the future, in the western part of the tundra, the Roaring Tribe will obey your command. ”

It's not stupid, at least it avoids the way of pure fighting, if it's just a comparison of fighting strength. The slightly slender physique of the Baroque really can't compete with the bear-like body of Noltega. Of course, if you think so, you are very wrong.

Baroque accepted Noltega's challenge, and for a while the most excited thing was not the two participants, but the army of hungry wolves behind Baroque. The new orc warriors had long heard the veterans boast about the glorious deeds of the Baroque past, and the veterans talked about the bloody performance of the Baroque patriarch in the gladiatorial arena of the human kingdom of Paddington in the past. It's going to be exciting. Baroque has always given the new members a sense of majesty and nobility, and the dual identity of shaman sacrifice and witch doctor makes everyone awe and submit. The new warriors had never seen the Baroque fight with weapons or bare hands, and today was an extremely rare opportunity. Several centurions immediately retreated with their men to clear the field, and then arranged in a semicircle, the weapons in their hands not hanging, still waiting with all their hearts. Their uniform queue and strict discipline shocked Protoya as well.

Baroque took off the shamanic robes sewn by the tribe's orcs in the finest animal skins, and was as bare-chested as Noldega. The silver-like fur on his body was almost transparent, and he could clearly see the strong muscles all over his body, and he was actually no thinner than the black bear-like Nortega. As for appearance, from the noblest frostwolf clan, Baroque is handsome beyond the reach of Nortega. At this time, the berserk tribe had already been alarmed, and when they learned that the new patriarch of the blue wolf tribe was going to fight with Nortega, there were already many people riding horses to see the excitement, and there were many female orcs among them. Almost all women, young and old, stared at the Baroque with undisguised fiery fire in their eyes.

The orcs of the War Bear Clan and the Barbarian Bear Clan are all five big and three thick, covered in black hair, vulgar and ugly. Baroque is such a handsome orc who is extremely rare in the frostwolf clan, but he is still a young patriarch, shaman sacrifice, and under so many auras, just when they meet, they attract a large number of admirers for him, of course, they are all female orcs! )