"Oh, isn't this my powerful brother, the heir of the Blackfoot Tribe Chief... Why did you come back naked? What about the orc warriors you brought out and the totem sculpture pendant inherited by our tribe?"

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

He slowly turned around and looked at the tall brother who had been unfavorable to him, with a cold look:

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

Sagu had no kindness to this elder brother who bullied him since childhood: "Haha, of course I am waiting for the news of my dear elder brother's death at home... It's a pity that you disappointed me so much."

"Why, Sagu, are you impatient to challenge me to challenge me?" Salu tied the rag around his waist, and after confirming that the dragon scales were not exposed, he clenched his fists and looked at his half-brother.

When Sagu saw Salu's fist, he instantly remembered the painful experience of being taught by the past, and subconsciously took a step back.

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

He laughed with great hatred: "Hahaha, crazy, do you still dare to be crazy? The trial failed and lost the token of shaman inheritance. I see how you explain it to the tribe tonight!"

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

...

That night, Salu knelt in front of the bonfire in the tribe's chief's hall, holding a black dragon's scales in his hands, and talking about his experience in this trial.

"...We tried our best to suffer heavy losses. We were almost defeated by the evil dragon, but unfortunately Hongyue suddenly appeared and caused chaos. She was hit by the sudden appearance of the wolf pack, so the evil dragon ran away..."

After telling the story of the truth and falsehood, he quietly remained motionless, waiting for the judgment from the tribe.

Crack, crackle...

The warriors of the Blackfoot Tribe were perhaps confused by his story. Seeing his wounds that had not yet healed, they were collectively silent, and there were only the sound of bushes and hay burning and bursting around them.

Sagu wanted to say something several times, but after seeing the powerful power emitted by his father sitting silently on the throne, he was so scared that he didn't dare to move.

Black Foot? Claws, the chief of the Black Foot tribe, the only third-level elite berserker in the tribe. Since he succeeded to the throne, he has surpassed many second-level high-level warriors in the tribe for more than ten years and has firmly sat on the throne of the chief.

When the chief did not speak, none of the warriors in the tribe dared to speak.

Black Foot? The cracked claws looked at Salu for a long time, and until he was sweating profusely, he asked in a low tone: "So, your magic lizard leather armor and shaman heritage tokens were all damaged in the battle?"

"Yes!" Salu didn't dare to look at the chief, but he still lowered his head and said stubbornly.

"Hmph!" Black Foot? Ripped Claws snorted coldly, and suddenly waved his hand to drive him away, "It's all today, you go down."

"yes!"

Just when Salu thought he had been away from the lock and got up and was about to leave, his chief father suddenly added another sentence.

"The disposal for you will be officially announced tomorrow morning!"

...

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

"I know." Rift claw's face remained unchanged.

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

"I've seen it, the dragon scales are real." Chief Claw replied faintly.

"Who knows if that bastard exchanged the tribe's equipment and inheritance token!" Sagu couldn't help but start complaining loudly, "This year's 'March Ice Disaster' is coming. If new shamans cannot appear in the tribe, we may face the misfortune of relocating again!"

When it comes to "March Ice Disaster", all the orcs can't help but look scared on their faces.

The Blackfoot tribe has been active in the fertile March area of ​​the western part of Bater, near the dark forbidden area. Because this place is close to the dark forbidden area, a black weird moon occasionally appears in the sky at night.

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

When March comes out, a group of terrifying frost monsters will burst out mysteriously and rage everywhere, freezing everything.

Although there are only a few hundred people in the Blackfoot Tribe, it is not a very powerful tribe, except for the Flying Dragon Canyon in the south, there are no tribes near the Ferry Land of March that can pose a fatal threat to them. Without the "March Ice Disaster" that occurs regularly every year, this fertile land with rich resources will undoubtedly be their ideal most perfect paradise.

Speaking of March Ice Disaster, even the most powerful Claw Chief in the tribe could not sit still: "Let the ice Disaster be put aside first, now do you talk about the treatment of Salu?"

Hearing this, the orcs spoke loudly:

"Execution!"

“Exit!”

"slave!"

"Unforgivable!"

"When the ice disaster is caused, let him push it in front and turn it into ice cubes!"

“…”

"Anyway, he brought back a black dragon scale." Just as the orcs were indignant, the shaman elder of the Black Foot Tribe suddenly stood up and said, "Although the value of this dragon scale may not be compared with the totem statue with shaman heritage."

Seeing the senior shamans in the tribe appear, the orc warriors immediately stopped discussing the judgment.

"I have confirmed that totem token, and there is only one last chance to trigger the use of the shaman heritage. In the tribe, Salu is the orc who is most likely to trigger the shaman heritage..." The old shaman paused for a while and looked around the orc warriors in the hall.

Seeing that all the guys who had failed to change jobs all lowered their heads in shame, they continued to say:

"Although he failed to go out to realize the shaman's trial of the Elemental Spirit's transfer, I think he can still give him another chance. If he can absorb the power from the dragon scales and successfully transfer his shaman within half a month, then he will not be held responsible for losing his inheritance token."

...

Salu didn't know what was happening behind the Chief's Hall.

"...I talked and laughed with the dragon, and my mother didn't recognize it!"

When he went out of the underground hall and saw everyone surrounding him, he couldn't help but hold the black dragon scales and cheat the young orcs.

"Hey, why do this giant dragon's scales look so small?" suddenly a young orc asked in confusion.

"Bastard!" Salu was anxious when he heard this.

He said angrily:

"Will I still lie to you?

"This is the scales cut off from the dragon's neck with an axe. Come and see, it's also covered with the dragon's blood!

"What do you know? This is the evil black dragon scale! As long as it can draw out the power, I will naturally be able to turn into a spell casting profession."
Chapter completed!