Seeing that Brother Warrior's skill of summoning war spirits gradually became proficient, several skeletons were sour.

Mr. Sa: "This is a horn, a wing, a halo, and a war spirit, who can see that this Nima is a warrior?" What kind of meat pigeon game is this? Is this reasonable? ”

Catching sheep: "One thing to say, Rogue Like is a branch genre of RPG games that appears here...... Quite reasonable? ”

Teacher Xia: "Whether it's reasonable or not, I just want to know, where did such a handsome stand-in go?" ”

Mr. Sa: "Don't you have Dailin?" ”

Teacher Xia: "Get out! ”

…

Soon, Heine got the first-hand parameters of the "war spirit".

First of all, this battle spirit is bound to the warrior brother himself and is composed of soul essence.

But it was not Arthur's soul that provided, but the environment in the mountains of Maikala that provided it.

So it's not hard to imagine that if you want to use it outside, you have to activate the Soul Lantern.

Heine still has a long way to go before he figures out the rune set of the Soul Lantern, so he can't print the Primal Spirit.

If you want the warrior brother to go out in the field, you must cut off the core component of the lantern to make a belt.

Then, the appearance of the War Spirit is similar to that of the Spirit of the Ancestors, but its strength is weaker than the latter.

This may be due to the fact that the spirit of the ancestors is supported by the power of blood.

So in the same way, when the warrior brother activates his blood breath, burns blood, and bathes in blood-colored flames......

The war spirit is awesome now!

After testing, the War Spirit in this state was on par with its contributor, Carrick.

That is, five levels of intensity.

It can also leave the warrior's body more than ten meters away and strike at a medium distance.

Finally, there's the main play.

It can likewise perform soul defense.

And the injury of the war spirit does not affect the warrior brother himself.

Because it is in the mountains of Maikara, there is a steady supply of raw materials, and its recovery speed is extremely fast.

When you get outside, you probably need the cooperation of the soul lantern.

Theoretically, as long as there are enough charging stones and the speed of activating the embers keeps up, the battle spirit cannot be defeated by the soul impact.

The intelligence of the war spirit is not high, and it only retains basic combat skills and biological instincts.

Heine and Dylan agree that this is due to Carrick's inability to withstand the "pollution".

His ancestral spirit was violently separated, his soul was refined into an essence by the toilet bowl, and the remaining flesh and blood entered his body with a fighting consciousness.

As he entered the dream, he sank into this polluted consciousness and could not extricate himself, and most of his intellect disappeared.

So Arthur was his savior.

As for whether such a war spirit with low intelligence can continue to grow and learn Arthur's fighting skills.

Follow-up observations are needed.

In short, although the war spirit is inferior to the spirit of the ancestors in all aspects, it is comfortable to come and use with confidence.

And as Brother Warrior said:

Rushing ahead of time without understanding something will only lead to trouble.

The battle is still one step at a time.

After the test, Heine called Arthur and Mr. Xia together and assigned them a mysterious mission.

……

……

Zanro Plateau, Split-toe Clan.

For most of the clan members, this night can be called "Night of Horror".

They just simply slept and woke up—

Good fellow, the patriarch is gone, and the soul priest is gone.

The losses don't stop there.

The battle between Ursa and Lloyd took place in the liveliest area of the territory on weekdays, destroying almost half of the market.

And something even more sensational happened in the barracks - only two people survived in two entire patrols.

The people on duty at the armory are all dead, but nothing is lost?

- In fact, the three of them went in and walked around, and found that the Split-Toe Clan was much poorer than they thought.

Come to think of it, there is chaos here, there is no magic net to cover, and naturally there are no people from the Lion King who use the Void Bag to trade.

How can there be good things in such a relatively primitive place?

In this regard, Catching Sheep couldn't help but sigh, "No wonder Mr. Xia didn't remind us to come to the armory to have a look, it's unnecessary to dare to love."

The other two agreed.

…

Almost all of them linked the events of the barracks to the aggression of the previous day.

Obviously, this is revenge from the other side.

Pure revenge.

Chaos and panic spread like a plague.

Because the powerhouses above the fifth level in the clan have all died, and the vital power of the fourth level has also been sent, and the remaining those who are not even qualified to participate in the spirit summoning ceremony have become fragrant and sweet.

Dozens of Ursa's sons and their supporters also took action.

The oldest of them was only seventeen years old, and there were two of them.

The youngest is still in diapers and has a basket.

They have all inherited the excellent bloodline of Ursa, and now it's time to break the seal from the top of their heads and stand up and be a real man!

The mountain above your head is removed, it's time to sweep away the weakness and be yourself again!

So, in the name of "discussing the future", the group of fellows quarreled endlessly in the king's tent.

"If you want me to say, it's time to let Young Master Bahuk be the patriarch, he is seventeen years old, just the right age!"

"Fart, I'll choose Captain Luhrmann, he's the leader of the army!"

"What qualifies a waste who can't even participate in the spirit calling ceremony, like a wild dog, to come on stage?"

"Shut up, if you want me to say, if you want to be the patriarch, first find the weapons of the Ursa patriarch!"

It was an old man with gray hair who spoke.

He is the father of the deceased Soul Priest and one of his attendants.

Because of the "father-killing complex" of the Zanluo people, after his son's achievements surpassed his own, he had to be busy serving tea and water to the other party.

The priest didn't take Lloyd with him when he went to trouble, and now he was left in the clan as a fourth-level attendant.

His words made the scene suddenly fall silent.

Just kidding, where to find Ursa's weapons?

They didn't even understand how the patriarch died, and Lloyd's last-minute expulsion technique drove everyone around them away.

At this moment, there was a sudden loud bang overhead, and then a bloody figure smashed through the tent and fell from the sky!

Everyone was stunned.

And not only because it is powerful, terrifying, and not inferior to Ursa's momentum.

And because of the blood-colored claw gloves he wears on his hands.

Say what's coming from what......

Isn't this the patriarch's weapon?

Everyone present was silent and looked at each other.

Suddenly, the curtain of the tent was lifted, and a Zanlo man creaked in with a cart.

Someone with sharp eyes recognized this guy and immediately exclaimed:

"Fa, Fakas? Are you still alive? ”

As soon as these words came out, there was a whisper of discussion around them.

"Farkass? Who's that......"

"A Wyvern rider who has participated in the Soul Calling Ritual......"

"Then he didn't ...... a day ago"

Listening to these discussions, Farkas smiled a little awkwardly.

Not only did he not die, but he was taken prisoner, and he personally brought the enemy over.

Because of his outstanding bilingualism, he also became Arthur's translator.

Of course, it was obviously not feasible to leave Arthur alone with this kind of mission.

There was also a sneaking teacher Xia to follow aside.

He couldn't understand orc, but he had an interpreter.

As a long-lived elf, Dailin is trilingual proficient.

Thus, such a team with a thin but everything-in-one team was formed.

Farkas pulled the car aside, took a deep breath, and recalled the lines Heine had taught him.

"Let me introduce you to our new patriarch, his name is Arthur."

This sentence is like pouring a scoop of water into boiling oil, and it explodes in an instant.

One of the most confident doubts is:

"He's human, right? How can you-"

A bloody phantus emerged from behind Arthur, sweeping over everyone with an indifferent look.

Well, the problem is solved.

But it was not completely solved either.

Judging by the thoughtful eyes of these people, they are all pondering some bold ideas.

For the people of Zamlo are not afraid of death.

While this doesn't make them completely ignore all threats, they are more likely to take risks when they are threatened.

At this time, sufficient interests are needed to support it.

Seeing that the situation was the same as the leader had given him, Farkas sighed inwardly.

was counted to death by the other party.

He continued:

"Please don't get me wrong, first of all, I swear in my father's name that this Mr. Arthur is not the murderer of the patriarch.

"As for what happened, where he came from, and why he got the patriarch's weapon, I will explain later.

"Before that, I'll give you a brief account of the ...... with which his forces have allied with us Sincerity. ”

Farkas opened the boxes on the cart and knocked them over one by one.

Bang bang

Neatly stacked gold bars rolled to the ground.

The thoughtful eyes suddenly disappeared.

This touch of gold made each of their eyes clear and greedy.

(End of chapter)