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Baroque looked up to the sky and snorted, then turned back to Protoya and said, "Brother Protoya, have you assigned me a place?" I think my people need to set up camp first, and after fighting for so long, they should take a rest!" He ignored the three shamans, not even bothering to look at them.

The shaman of the Frostwolf Clan suddenly changed color, he pretended to be majestic and gloomy, and said angrily: "Baroque of the Blue Wolf Tribe, you must see your identity clearly! You are despising a noble shamanic sacrifice, you are blaspheming the ancestral spirit of the orcs......!"

"It's not that serious, Lord Shaman, and it is likely that I have a deeper understanding and devotion to the spirits of the ancestors than you do. Okay, I'm here to join the Orc Alliance to defend against the invasion of the Human Legion. Instead of listening to someone proclaim his self-righteous noble status, and then covet the sophisticated weapons and armor of our wolf tribe with the same filthy and dirty mind as humans. ”

Baroque's merciless cynicism stunned all the orcs present. The orcs of the blue wolf tribe naturally didn't care, they also cheered for their patriarch. But the orcs of the other berserk tribes were silent, and even Noltega of the Roaring tribe sweated for the Baroque and admired him from the bottom of his heart. You must know that the status of shamanic sacrifice is noble, and ordinary orcs dare not take any offense, even in the identity of Protoya and Krutu, you must treat the three shamans stationed here respectfully. Words like Baroque are simply unthinkable.

The three shamans were mad, and their little restraint made Baroque even more and more despised—in fact, in fact, in his heart, Baroque did not want to have trouble with the shamans. But he just couldn't help it, because the performance of the three shamans was too far behind his mind, so that his beautiful imagination was completely shattered, and there was always a frustration to vent.

The three shamans waved their hands, and their guards drew their weapons and charged towards the Baroque. Behind Baroque, Zainzu shook the huge battle axe in his hand. Then thirty fierce orcs all rushed to Baroque with giant axes to protect them. They had just finished the battle, and the blades of their axes were covered with undried blood stains, and a stream of blood came to their faces. There is no doubt that if the person on the other side dares to make a move. Zainzu dared to lead his men to cut them all down, and if he was provoked, it was not impossible to slaughter even three shamans together - anyway, it was not the first time he had killed a shaman!

"Stop, stop!" Old Crutu obviously didn't expect this to happen, and in the past, disputes between tribes were mediated by shamanic sacrifices. But when there is a fight between the shamans, he is the only one who can reluctantly reconcile him.

"The humans have slaughtered our tribes, and their armies will launch a surprise attack here at any moment, so we don't have enough time to cause any more civil strife. Baroque patriarch ....... The old orc said to Baroque, "You and Protoya are friends and brothers, so please treat me with respect." ”

Baroque was also not concerned about himself, nodded slightly and smiled: "As you wish, Patriarch Krutu, I and Plotonia are good brothers, and you are also my elder." I need to do what you tell me to do. ”

"Lord Gatun, Lord Belanger, Lord Kraft, please respect the Berserk tribe as well!" said Krutu to the three shamans, his expression becoming ugly, and it was clear that he was also dissatisfied with the three men, but he was just patient.

Baroque keenly noticed that the three shamans were a little weak after Krutu's face sank, and the Gatun shaman at the head nodded and said, "We respect your advice, Krutu Patriarch. But this is something that is internal to our shamanic sacrifices. After the human invasion has passed, please do not block the way we solve the problem. ”

Arrogant, he didn't want to stop, Baroque began to get impatient! But the expression is still gentle. There is no need to show some thoughts on your face!

The old orc Krutu was indeed in terrible health, and he was panting for breath after riding on the back of an earth bear for such a short time. Baroque wondered why Protoya didn't come to him, if Protoya knew his identity as a witch doctor, didn't he think of asking himself to heal his father Crutu, or he wished that old Crutu would die soon?...... The Baroque is not without malicious speculation.

The warriors of the Blue Wolf Tribe triumphantly cleaned up the battlefield and collected the weapons and armor of the humans. Although the eyes of the surrounding rampaging tribes were hot, they could only stare dryly, because according to the rules of the orcs. These enemies were eliminated by the Hungry Wolf Legion, so all the loot should belong to the Blue Wolf Tribe.

The three shamans gave Baroque a cold look, and then led their guards away. Somehow he made a feud with the shaman, Baroque was speechless, although he himself was a shaman, but what he did seemed to have become a shaman's opponent!

Protoya sent old Crutu back, and had a few of his henchmen take the Baroque to camp in a meadow they had carved out. It wasn't long before Plottoa arrived, and with him was Noltega of the Roaring Tribe. They brought many wooden posts and hides for the tents, and Plottoya said apologetically to Baroque, "I'm sorry, Baroque. ”

Baroque waved his hand and watched as the people began to quickly set up temporary tents, and said without looking back: "Plotaya, to be honest with me, in terms of all the shamanic sacrifices you have come into contact with, how does their temperament compare to these three of your tribe? ”

"What's the difference? It's all the same. Noldega muttered first, "They are stationed in the great tribes, and they enjoy the best treatment, and in the event of a human raid, we must protect them first." Hum...... Are they here to help us, or are they here for us to feed them?"

"Bastard, shut up for me, and if you dare to talk nonsense, I'll break your legs. Protoya turned around and slapped Noltega over, and scolded in a low voice, "Shaman sacrifice is also what you bastard dare to complain about?There may be a few bad people, but you remember to me that if it weren't for the protection of the Shaman Presbyterian Council, humans would have invaded the tundra on a large scale, and then we wouldn't even have the place where we live now." If you migrate to the ice and snow of the far north, do you think you will survive?"

Noltega was silent, and Baroque knew that Protoya had said all these things to himself. As a beast master, Protoya must have been exposed to the deep powers of many shamanic elders, which is why he has these understandings.

"Okay Protoya, don't teach Nortega a lesson, you can say it if you have something to say, there is no need to use this excuse to attack. When did you learn the hypocrisy of human beings?"

Protoya scratched his head, feeling a little ashamed to be seen through by the baroque: "Hey, I'm just worried that you and the shamans are not having a good time, it's not good for you." After all, you are a shaman, and you need to be approved by the Council of Elders. ”

"That's all for later, let's settle the moment first!" the tribesmen had already set up a makeshift tent, and Baroque called the two of them to get in. Inside, the five human mages were tied up in sturdy knots, none of them yet awakened.

Someone brought a basin of cold water to wake up the five guys, Baroque walked up to a man first, slashed the man's chest with a short sword, ignored the man's terrible screams, and cut his belly very coldly, blood overflowed, and the internal organs were clearly visible, and the man was still alive, but he had fainted with fright.

Baroque smiled at the other four pale mages, "I'm sorry guys, I need to know everything you know, but I'm afraid you won't tell me, so I have to show you a little trick first, and then I think you'll make the right choice." As they watched, Baroque's hands suddenly glowed milky white, covering the chest of the disemboweled. The visible wound healed quickly, and in a short time, the terrifying wound completely recovered without the slightest trace, if it weren't for the blood that was shed, no one would believe that this magician had been disemboweled.

"You...... You are a shamanic witch doctor, this is impossible, the orc witch doctor inheritance has long been broken......" The middle-aged magician exclaimed in horror.

"I'm sorry to disappoint you, but that's just the way it is. And I hope you'd better cooperate, or I'll disembowel you again and again, and then heal...... Until you speak. ”

"You're a demon!" The middle-aged magician was completely depressed, he knew that even if he could persevere, the other companions would not be able to bear this terrible encounter, as long as one person opened his mouth, the persistence of others would be meaningless.

The expressions of the five magicians fell into his eyes, and Baroque smiled, knowing that the problem was solved. In the face of a real death-seeking, few people can survive, especially a group of pampered magicians.

"Alright, just ask whatever you want to know, our magician friends will be happy to solve your doubts. Baroque stood up and smiled back at Protoya and Noltega.

Protoya and Noltega couldn't help but take a step back, they were both frightened by the cruelty of the Baroque just now! Of course, they are brave orc warriors, and they can slaughter the enemy on the battlefield, but they are so calm and almost ruthless to disembowel people, they really can't accept it for a while.

Baroque was very much used by them, and his conviction never wanted to gain the favor of others, he just had to be in awe.

"Plotaya, tell me about the old Krutu patriarch's illness, see if I can help!" Leaving the torture of the magician to Barrotan and Angela, Baroque led Plottoa's cousin out of the tent and said to them.

"My father's illness...... Alas...... The shamanic witch doctor's power can't help him, otherwise I would have gone to you for help. Protoya said with a gloomy expression.

"Oh, Plottoya, can you take me to show the old patriarch?" Baroque was curious, knowing that his witch doctor powers could cure almost all illnesses and injuries, and he really didn't know what disease old Crutu had that would make him helpless!

"Let's go, take me to see it, how do you know if you can't do it without trying?" (To be continued.) )