It seems like late.

In the forest outside the Skull Fortress, the monster army prepared dinner.

The animals seized in the gnoll village were slaughtered by fish people, cut into pieces and put them in a pot full of boiling water to stew, or put them on a grill and smoked on a bonfire.

The white dragons gathered together for a meeting.

"Where did this old guy come out?"

Amos was also very confused.

"I've come to the Skull Fortress dozens of times and have never seen it before."

"Bucky Dark Scale! Bring that ogre magician over here! He actually concealed such important information!"

Felicia thought it was being played with by the ogre Hack. She thrust her tail on the ground, smashing a shallow pit on the ground, tilting her head up and roaring loudly: "I'm going to tear it!"

Elena looked at her angry elder sister and shrank her neck to reduce her presence.

"Anger can't solve the problem, my sister."

Amos put his wings on Felicia's back and comforted her softly: "The long river of fate is indescribable, and even God cannot predict the direction of tomorrow."

"Thank you, brother, but that ogre should be able to answer our doubts."

Amos nodded undeniably.

Soon, Bucky Dark Scale brought the tied ogre magician.

When Felicia saw the ogre magician Huck, she could not suppress her violent temper. She raised her hand to condense into a long whip of divine power, whipping on the ogre one by one.

Painful whip!

The ogre rolled around the ground in pain.

Looking at the whip shadow flying in the air, Amos's eyelids twitched.

The first step in the interrogation of the evil dragon is to beat the prisoner half to death first, and then ask questions. As for whether the prisoner can still speak after the severe punishment, I'm sorry, this is not within the scope of consideration.

Amos stopped his sister from continuing to fight.

"Say! What did you hide?!"

Hack cried with tears in his nose and tears: "It's unfair! Lord Bailong! You used the charm technique during the interrogation. How could I lie in this state?"

Amos frowned. In his charming state, Huck really could not lie unless he blessed the corresponding magic in advance, but it did not have the chance to do so.

"Then, how do you explain this? Don't tell me, you don't know who it is!"

Felicia said viciously, and at the same time used the imagery to show the old shaman's appearance in the air.

When Huck saw the image of the old shaman, he was stunned at first and said, "Great shaman, isn't it dead?!"

Amos raised his eyebrows, there was a chance!

"What's going on?"

"This is the great shaman of our clan, Raf, who was sick two years ago and was bedridden. After passing the throne to the new generation of shamans, the chief announced its death. I always thought it was dead."

Amos didn't understand why a shaman who had died long ago suddenly appeared. Suddenly, it took a whim to bless itself with a lie and asked, "How many legendary equipment does the Broken Clan have?"

"Two pieces."

"What?!"

Generally, small forces have to burn incense if they have a piece of legendary equipment. Amos never thought that the Crane Clan had another legendary equipment, so Felicia, who had the same idea, had never interrogated it.

"What equipment is that?"

"What's the purpose?"

“How powerful?”

“Where?”

Hack looked at the four dragon heads that stretched out with their eyes radiating, and quickly spoke, "It's the Caucasus Skull. More than 10,000 years ago, after the ancestor Caucasus died in battle, the tribesmen brought back its head. Shamans have worshipped for generations, and now it is a legendary equipment."

After a while, he said nervously: "As for the specific situation of the equipment, I don't know. This equipment has always been under the jurisdiction of the clan shaman, and I just heard the chief say it accidentally."

The magic of lies was not responding, which told Amos that what Hack said was true.

The pressure of legendary equipment with unknown information was like a mountain pressing on the hearts of the white dragons, and the atmosphere suddenly became heavier.

After all, the unknown is the most terrifying thing.

If the specific information about the Caucasus Skull was known in advance, the White Dragons could be prepared in advance, so the White Dragons still have the confidence to win the battle, and now...

After a long time, Weili spoke, "Brother, no matter how powerful you are now, you cannot deal with the old shaman and Gurgaru holding legendary equipment at the same time."

After pausing for a moment, Willy said with difficulty: "Let's retreat. When we all grow to the Youth Dragon stage, they can't escape any of them!"

The dragon has a strong sense of self-esteem. It’s okay if it didn’t take action. After taking action, it was impossible to conquer the lowly race in their eyes, but instead ran away in shame, which would become a lifelong shame in their hearts.

Amos was silent.

At this time, the fish people carried the prepared barbecue over and interrupted Amos's thoughts.

“First meal.”

The delicious barbecue used to be now like chewing wax.

After eating, Amos made a decision and was about to announce his retreat.

"Brother! I've come up with a solution."

...

night.

Skull-breaking fortress.

The central altar in the city.

The altar is a place where ogres usually pay homage to their ancestors, but no one knows that there is a secret room below the altar, and there is a small altar in the secret room.

In the secret room, the old shaman and the ogre chief stood together, looking up at the altar, a fiery red skull, with a brazier on each side of the skull, and the swaying fire projected the shadows of the two on the wall.

Gurgaru took the lead in breaking the silence.

"The White Dragon's army is still stationed outside the city."

"You didn't scare them off."

“Fighting is inevitable.”

"Can your body support a battle?"

The old shaman sighed and avoided the topic of Gurgaru.

"Tomorrow, I will fight side by side with you."

The old shaman expressed his attitude in one sentence.

Gurgaru looked at the old shaman's body, opened his mouth and said nothing, and it strode towards the door of the secret room.

"Tonight, I will lead people to attack the siege equipment. If it succeeds, you won't have to die, Lord Great Shaman."

"Actually, I prefer another title."

Gurgaru, who put his hand on the door, was stunned for a moment.

"May ancestors look at you."

"Mahon (Grandpa)."

After saying that, he walked out of the door without looking back, and closed the door of the secret room, leaving the old shaman alone in the secret room.

The old shaman raised a relief curve and murmured.

"Gurgaru, my excellent grandson, you are another two-headed ogre in the Broken Skull Tribe for two hundred years. You are the hope of the Broken Skull rising again. I will not allow anyone to hurt you."

At this moment, the old shaman's belief in his heart was extremely firm.

It first knelt down to the skull on the altar, then stood up, walked up step by step slowly with a pilgrimage mood, and held up the skull with both hands.

"Ancestors! Please protect us again."

The old shaman remembered the white dragons he saw during the day. They were obviously like young dragons. The magic energy fluctuations emitted by the white dragons were much stronger than their brothers and sisters.

Mutations?

After a long time, it sighed and made up its mind.
Chapter completed!