The biggest difference between the orc Beamon and humans is that he often drags a tail with his own signature behind him, which is also the most obvious feature that distinguishes Beamon from humans.

Beamon has evolved to the present, and most of his face and body look indistinguishable from normal humans, except for some extremely special racial characteristics. Just as Beamon, the Orephine still has an elephant trunk and ivory on his face, and the Rhine and Tiger Kings also have a distinct garlic nose, which is their racial pride.

And all this falls on the sacrifice of Helen, the little fox of the Fox clan, and it doesn't seem so deliberate.

In Lu Xihua's eyes, this young girl with a fiery red slightly curly hair, with a delicate and moving face, a natural charm attraction is vividly expressed in her, except for the fiery red tail behind her like a cluster of dancing flames, from any other aspect, this is a young and lively human girl.

Bimon is a human being, with a wild beauty in temperament, a temptation that makes people unable to extricate themselves, no wonder human beings have a morbid attachment to Bimon's fur. They saw these Beamons as beasts, not intelligent beings on their own level.

"Richard, I forgot to introduce you to a distinguished guest, who has come to inspect the Emerald on purpose. In the silence of everyone, after a short reunion, the war priest Helen hurriedly wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, tidied up her clothes, stroked her chest with one hand, and said as she stepped aside.

With her words, Master Cui Beiqian and the Great Shaman of Wei'an also bent over their chests and bent down their upright waists. When the swan knight heard this, she was immediately like a frightened kitten, so frightened that she broke free from Lao Liu's arms, and bowed her head and bent down to wait aside, as if the figure who didn't care about it just now was not herself.

Liu Zhenzhen's eyelids jumped, and he turned his head sharply to look at the steps.

At the end of the passage, a heroic figure set off by a starry sky slowly walked up the steps, and the leather boots and the porcelain steps collided with a clanging sound.

"It is a great honor to have our common mentor, Lord José Mourinho, one of the twelve chief priests of the kingdom from the Temple of London City in the southwest of the Kingdom of Bimon, come to inspect the territory of the Kingdom of Bimon. The little fox bowed down again respectfully, "It is an honour to meet you, dear Lord Mourinho. ”

The genius of the Smai Swan Clan, the only fire phoenix sacrifice in the kingdom, the father of the little swan Gotani, the mentor of Cui Beiqian's ancestor, the mentor of my mentor's mentor, that is, the Taishi Ancestor is here?!

Before Lao Liu's mind could react, he saw a pale golden main priest's robe step by step on the last few steps, and a graceful figure appeared in front of everyone on the platform step by step.

The chest of the legendary priest's robe is embroidered with red thread with the depiction of a red flame immortal bird with flapping wings and a nine-headed bird of Mobasha. This is the glory of the owner of this sacrificial robe who has a super-level demonic beast, the Fire Phoenix Demon Pet, and the merit of killing a super-level demonic beast, Mobasha Nine-headed Bird.

A gold Medusa insignia pinned to the middle of the twin bird figures, and the god of war seems to have applied all the world's things related to handsomeness and chicness to this character.

The absolute pride of the Kingdom of Beamon, the superior nobleman from the Smai Swan clan, our esteemed Lord Mourinho, also has a pair of beautiful white wings and a long white blonde hair that is naturally curly. Tall and handsome, he looked so flawless with every step he took up the steps.

The first time Liu Zhenzhen saw Mourinho, he reminded him of a martial arts character, Chu Liuxiang, that kind of elegance, calmness, and instant explosiveness that can never be guessed, all with fatal temptation.

Originally, this kind of temperament and charm that only existed in the paper were truly displayed in front of his eyes at this moment, and he couldn't help but take a deep breath: How many rich women have to cry and shout to pounce on this appearance~

"It's so handsome, it's really handsome~" Fei Lengcui was the first to fall into the two fairy dragons, and she began to sigh again.

It's really too handsome and chic! This point, even Lao Liu has to admit is absolutely true.

The Silver Pedestal Legion under the command of Prince Chamberlain of the San Francisco Empire, who had been destroyed in the Battle of Fileneau, and Prince Similian Posseton of the Mermaid Royal Family of the Sea of Sea, were no match for this Lord Priest. There is a natural pride and holiness in his handsomeness, and there is no trace of earthly fireworks, a temperament that only the prince on a white horse in the Bored Knights can have.

Liu Zhenzhen's eyes did not stop at the appearance of the swan chief priest, as a special soldier's intuitive reaction, he quickly swept his eyes over the swan's body, as a sacrificial weapon, the song power amplifier is the real thing that can get a glimpse of the strength of the sacrifice itself.

Lao Liu noticed that the main priest's waist was stuck in the target of his observation, a golden flute inlaid with dozens of finely broken pure magic crystals, and the small magic crystals were arranged in a beautiful pattern on the flute, and he couldn't help but gasp. Using the flute as his own instrument to broadcast war songs also means that this Grand Master Mourinho has at least reached a super high level of silent war songs

This is because no priest can play a musical instrument with his mouth and sing a war song at the same time. Those who dare to do this are either arrogant or geniuses. Obviously, the old swan in front of him belongs to the best of the latter.

Strong strength will naturally gain the respect of the strong.

"Your humble servant, Pyg War Priest Richard salutes you. While shocking and questioning, Liu Zhenzhen lowered his untamed head and made a formal salute to the Taishi Ancestor in a mock manner.

Mo'er, who was Lao Liu's disciple, also immediately ran over, and behind her mentor, respectfully followed the mentor to salute. Ning Yu is worthy of being the rightful hostess of Fei Lengcui, and the moment Helen bent over, she quietly pulled Mo'er to change into a dress with a mysterious oriental charm.

This dress was originally Ning Yu's own dress, except for the chest that was a little tight, the other parts fit quite well, after all, the Moshao Clan Clam Girl and the Mandarin Fury Butterfly Girl are not a broad race.

"The god of war is with you~" Mourinho's magnetic and majestic voice sounded in the square, "Richard, you don't have to be so restrained. You and I are both sacrificials, and you can call me a guru like Helen. In the kind voice of the mentor, Liu Zhenzhen took the hand of his disciple Mo'er and retreated to the side, giving up the main seat in the middle to the main priest, who is the star of the night.

"Richard, is this your apprentice? she's actually a Mandarin Butterfly Man?" said Master Mourinho's voice with a hint of surprise that could not be concealed, wondering if this was his true performance.

"Yes, her name is Mo'er. Liu Zhenzhen himself couldn't understand why in front of this chief priest, he seemed to be bound by something, and he had a feeling that he had to work harder even to breathe.

"What a smart and beautiful child~" Mourinho sighed, his tone full of praise.

"Thank you, my mentor's mentor's mentor's. Mo'er smiled sweetly obediently, and a very tongue-twisting passage came out of her mouth, but there was no sense of disobedience, Mandarin Fury butterfly people were born to spread beauty.