Sign In The Big Evil Dragon

"Hey, isn't this my powerful brother, the heir to the chieftain of the Blackfoot tribe... Why did he come back naked? Where are the orc warriors you brought out and the totem sculpture pendant inherited by our tribe?"

Saru had just walked into the tribal camp and couldn't help but tremble when he heard this sinister voice that made him extremely disgusted.

He slowly turned around and looked at the tall brother who had always been at odds with him, his eyes cold:

"Sagu, why don't you go hunting!"

Sagu didn't have any good intentions towards this eldest brother who had bullied him since childhood: "Haha, of course I am waiting at home for the news of my dear eldest brother's death... Unfortunately, you have disappointed me so much."

"What, Sagu, are you eager to challenge me as the heir?" Saru tied the rag around his waist. After confirming that the dragon scales were not exposed, he clenched his fists and looked at his half-brother. Mother's brother.

When Sagu saw Saru's fist, he instantly remembered the painful experience of being taught a lesson before, and subconsciously took a step back.

After feeling the fear in his heart, Sagu's face was distorted and extremely angry.

He laughed with hatred: "Hahaha, crazy, how dare you still be crazy? You failed the trial and lost the shaman inheritance token. Let me see how you explain it to the tribe at night!"

"I won't let you down!" Saru glared at his brother fiercely, clenched his fists and walked back to his residence.

…

That night, Saru knelt in front of the bonfire in the tribe's chief hall, holding a black dragon scale in his hands and talking about some of his experiences in this trial.

"...We tried our best and suffered heavy losses. We were almost able to defeat the evil dragon. Unfortunately, the red moon suddenly appeared and caused chaos, and we were attacked by a pack of wolves that suddenly appeared, so the evil dragon ran away..."

After he finished telling the mixed true and false stories, he remained quiet and motionless, waiting for the trial from the tribe.

Crack, crackle...

The warriors of the Blackfoot tribe may have been confused by his story. They fell into silence as they looked at the wounds on his body that had not yet healed. The only sounds around them were the burning and crackling sounds of shrubs and hay.

Sagu wanted to say something several times, but after seeing the powerful power exuding from his father sitting silently on the throne, he was too frightened to move.

Blackfoot Splitclaw, the chief of the Blackfoot tribe, is the only third-level elite berserker in the tribe. Since he succeeded to the throne, he has overpowered many of the second-level senior warriors in the tribe for more than ten years and firmly holds the throne of chief.

When the chief did not speak, no warrior in the tribe dared to speak.

Blackfoot Crackclaw stared at Saru for a long time with cold eyes. It was only when Saru was sweating that he asked in a low tone: "So, your magic dragon leather armor and shaman inheritance token, Were they all damaged in the battle?”

"Yes!" Saru did not dare to look at the chief, but he still lowered his head and spoke harshly.

"Hmph!" Blackfoot Crackclaw snorted coldly, and suddenly waved his hand to drive them away, "That's it for today, you can go down."

"yes!"

Just when Saru thought he had gotten through it and stood up to leave, his chief father suddenly added another sentence.

"I will officially announce your disposition tomorrow morning!"

…

When Saru left the underground hall, a senior orc warrior suddenly stood up and said, "Chief, that guy Saru is obviously lying!"

"I know." Splitclaw's expression remained unchanged.

"Then Chief, why did you let him leave?" The orcs were very unconvinced.

"I've seen it, and the dragon scales are real." Chief Splitclaw replied calmly.

"Who knows if that bastard exchanged the tribe's equipment and heritage tokens for it!" Sagu couldn't help but started to complain loudly, "This year's 'March Ice Disaster' is coming. If new Sagu can't appear in the tribe, If it is full, we may have to face the bad luck of moving again!"

Speaking of the "March Ice Disaster", all the orcs couldn't help showing a look of fear on their faces.

The Blackfoot tribe has long been active in the March Fertile Area near the Dark Forbidden Land in the west of Battle. Because this place is close to the Dark Forbidden Land, a black moon will occasionally appear in the sky at night.

The black moon combined with the common red moon and silver moon in the outside world will create a "March sky" scene that can only be seen here.

When March comes together, a group of terrifying frost monsters will mysteriously emerge and wreak havoc everywhere, freezing everything.

Although the Blackfoot tribe only has a few hundred people and is not a very powerful tribe, except for the Feilong Canyon in the south, there is no ethnic tribe near the March Fertile Land that can pose a fatal threat to them. If it were not for this, every year With the "March Ice Disaster" that occurs regularly, this fertile land rich in resources is undoubtedly the most perfect paradise in their ideals.

Speaking of the ice disaster in March, even the most powerful Chief Splitclaw in the tribe couldn't sit still: "Let's put aside the ice disaster for now. Now, how will you deal with Saru first?"

After hearing this, the orcs spoke loudly:

"Execution!"

"Expulsion!"

"slave!"

"Unforgivable!"

"When there's an ice disaster, let him stand in front and turn into ice!"

"..."

"In any case, he brought back a black dragon scale after all." Just when the orcs were filled with indignation, the shaman elder of the Blackfoot tribe suddenly stood up and said, "Although the value of this dragon scale may not be as high as that of the shaman with it." Compared with the inherited totem statues.”

Seeing the senior shaman in the tribe come forward, the orc warriors immediately stopped discussing the trial.

"I have already confirmed that the totem token has only one last chance to trigger the shaman inheritance, and Saru is the orc in the tribe who is most likely to trigger the shaman inheritance..." The old shaman paused for a while and looked around the hall. orc warrior.

Seeing that all the guys who had failed in their job transfer shamans lowered their heads in shame, they continued:

"Although he failed the trial to become a shaman when he went out to comprehend the elemental spirits, I think we can still give him another chance. If he can absorb the power in the dragon scales within half a month and successfully transform into a shaman , then he will not be held responsible for losing the inheritance token."

…

Saru had no idea what was going on behind the chief's hall.

"...I talked and laughed with the dragon so much that I beat its mother until she didn't even recognize it!"

When he went out to the underground hall and saw everyone gathered around him, he couldn't help but lie to a group of young orcs with the black dragon scales.

"Hey, why do the scales of this giant dragon look so small?" Suddenly a young orc asked in confusion.

"Asshole!" Saru became anxious upon hearing this.

He said angrily:

"Am I going to lie to you again?

"These are the scales that I personally cut off from the dragon's neck with an axe. Come and take a look, they still have the dragon's blood on them!

"What do you know? These are evil black dragon scales! As long as I can draw out the power within them, I can naturally switch to a spellcasting profession."