Bloodhoofed Pansaurus

Chapter 59
"boom--"

There was a burst of thunder in the sky, and a faintly invisible colorful light flashed.

Franklin, who was flying at extreme speed, made a rare sonic boom, but no one could see it, so they thought it was thunder.

A few days later, Franklin came to the sky above the main city of Beamon. He was not in a hurry to expand the domain of gods. If the Beamon orcs had a god level, they would be exposed. It chose to use the power of the soul to investigate. The range was a little smaller, but no one could find it .

The circumference of the entire main city of Bimon is nearly 80 kilometers, the city wall is as high as [-] meters, and the thickness is also [-] meters.

If human beings come to the city wall, it is equivalent to standing on the deck of a large aircraft carrier, which is still a closed circular deck nearly [-] kilometers long.

There is a city gate on each of the four walls. The gate is wide, about 80 meters long, and divided into four passages.

Between the passages is a whole bar-shaped boulder. During the war, there will be a ten-thousand-jin gate falling on the bar-shaped boulder.

The whole city is full of ruggedness and majesty, and each stone that makes up the city wall is extremely heavy.

When the city was first built, a large number of eighth- and ninth-level fighters must have been used, and the sanctuary fighters may have participated in the construction of the city.

Franklin became the main body, a thousand meters high and tens of meters thick, standing in the center of the city, bustling with Beamon orcs passing by, no one could notice the abnormality.

With Lei Mo's explanation, Franklin was not in a hurry at all, he just stood in the square of the main city of Beamon, probing the words of the Beamon orcs with the power of his soul, and judged by himself whether it was useful or not.

In Beamon King City, on a high throne, sat a figure with blue face and fangs.

The blue-gray face looked eerie and terrifying. Compared with the image on the earth, it was the face of a zombie, and it was even more terrifying.

"All of you are the pillars of my Beamon orcs. Tell me about our next move. The tauren may have discovered the clues. There is no evidence that we did it."

The huge figure on the throne spoke first.

"King Beamon! We slaughtered the small tauren tribe like this, and the overall strength of the tauren has not been weakened much. Next, should we attack their elders?"

A Beamon orc asked respectfully under the throne.

This Beamon orc is eight meters tall, covered in gray and ugly, very tall and majestic, but it is a common height for Beamon orcs.

"No! This is not enough, I want them to lose all their footholds on the plateau, and finally seize their ancestral land."

"In the last few thousand years, those eight guys have never appeared. Either they died, or they were trapped somewhere."

"This is our chance! In the past 10 years, it was the tauren's world. In the past countless years, who can compete with our Beamon orcs?"

The ugly figure known as King Beamon said loudly on the throne.

Musa Beamon witnessed the rise of the tauren all the way, and he was very unconvinced that they found eight totem poles because of their luck.

I used to think that these eight pillars can only be comprehended by the tauren, and the ancestral court of the tauren also strictly controls them.

Enlightenment once every ten years, it is said that the effect is not good, but now it is different.

Ever since Musa Beamon realized that dark totem pole, he had an epiphany once, and his strength has improved by leaps and bounds.

The ordinary sanctuary is in the hands of Musa Beamon, like a plaything, it can be destroyed with a single hand, and it is no longer under the eight tauren.

The Beamon orcs have ruled the chaotic plateau for countless years relying on their incomparably strong physique and the occasional Beamon behemoths.

The eight tauren ancestors discovered the totem pole, rose quickly after some understanding, and broke the absolute rule of the Beamon orcs.

For countless years, the strength of the Beamon orcs has been improving.

The Behemoth Behemoth is considered a natural level nine monster. It can fight side by side with the Behemoth Beastman without a contract, and individual talents can quickly break through to the sanctuary.

In terms of the development of the ethnic group, they have great advantages, but compared with the totem poles of the tauren, they are always far behind.

Totem pole awareness can not only create rune engravers, but also allow some young tauren with potential to gain law awareness and quickly break through.

Even in sanctuary, watching the totem poles helps a lot.

Especially the mutated totem pole has created more than a dozen sanctuary powerhouses such as Asa in a short period of time.

Several elders who were already extremely powerful, such as Angelet Roar and Crewe Ashes, made another breakthrough.

"The eight totem poles must be seized, so the treasures should belong to the Bimon orcs, and we Bimon orcs are the masters of the chaotic plateau."

Musa Beamon roared and said, his eyes were red, he didn't know if he was excited or jealous?
The mutated eight totem poles are indeed more against the sky, and the various runes on them are more complicated, and they tend to evolve towards completeness.

Since Musa Beamon's epiphany a few years ago, he has been obsessed with the dark totem pole and can't sleep at night.

"Somewhere, I feel that I'm about to break through, and I'm still a little short!"

Musa Beamon's inner roar!
Franklin just listened silently, listening to what the top Beamon orcs said.

Half a month passed, and the strong men in the main city of Beamon came and went. Franklin counted, and there were about [-] Sanctuaries, which was nearly [-] more than the data given by the Tauren.

"It seems that the Beamon Beastman's plan has been brewing for a long time. These extra sanctuaries include not only the Beamon Beastman's own clan, but also tiger-headed people, leopard-headed people, and a dozen sanctuaries of unknown races. "

Franklin thought to himself.

The main city of Beamon was too far away from Leimo, so it was impossible to transmit the soul directly, so Franklin decided to wait and see if there was any new and more important news?
"Perhaps it is possible to enslave this Beamon King to the soul. If I were the master, what would I do?"

The smart Franklin began to substitute Lei Mo's character, tried to think, and became more and more like a person.

"Maybe the master will enslave King Behemoth, and let him be the internal response, ahhhhh—is this operation a bit monster?"

Franklin not only assumed the role of Lei Mo, but also learned his words.

"But King Behemoth doesn't leave the main city of Behemoth. If I use my innate supernatural powers and make too much noise, will it affect the master's plan?"

"Wait, if you can't fight for a while, the master must have a variety of ways to deal with it!"

Not to mention Franklin's inner monologue, at this time Lei Mo was discussing the assignment of mission goals with the elders of the ancestral family.

"This fang tribe should be hiding near Mount Emmanuel. They also have to eat. They always hide in the mountains and don't collect, fish or hunt. The sanctuary is definitely fine, but the other members are about to disperse."

Asa and Lei Mo were studying the specific location of the fang tribe, and came to a more reasonable judgment, and the rest was verified by Lei Mo.

"Elder Asa Burning Blade, then I'm leaving now—"

Accustomed to the swift action of the bloodhoof tauren, Lei Mo began to dislike these old people.

With a sound of "Boom--", Lei Mo soared into the sky, turned into an afterimage in the sky, and headed towards the northeast of the ancestral courtyard.

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(End of this chapter)