Sign In The Big Evil Dragon

Chapter 13

“Oh, isn’t this the heir to my powerful Big Brother, the chief of the Blackfoot tribe… Why did you come back naked? What about the orc warriors you brought out and the totem sculpture pendant inherited by our tribe?”

Sarucong just walked into the tribal camp and couldn’t help shaking his whole body when he heard this nasty voice that made him extremely annoying.

He slowly turned his head and looked at the tall Little Brother who had been at odds with him, with cold eyes:

“Sagu, why don’t you go hunting!”

For this Dage who bullied him since childhood, Saku had no good intentions: “Hehe, of course I was at home waiting for the death of my dear Dage… It’s a pity that you disappointed me too much.”

“Why, Sagu, are you eager to challenge me as an heir?” Saru tied the rags around his waist, and after confirming that the dragon scales were not exposed, he squeezed his fist and looked at him. Mother’s brother.

Seeing Salu’s fist, Sagu instantly remembered the painful experience he had been taught before, and took a step back subconsciously.

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

He laughed with hatred: “Hahaha, mad, do you still dare to be mad? If the trial fails and the shaman inheritance token is lost, I see how you confess to the tribe at night!”

“I won’t let you down!” Saru glared at his brother, clenched his fist and walked back to his residence.

…

That night, Saru kneeled in front of the bonfire in the chieftain’s hall of the tribe, holding a piece of black dragon scales in both hands, talking about his experience in this trial.

“…We tried our best to lose a lot. We were about to defeat the dragon, but it was a pity that the red moon suddenly appeared and caused chaos, and was impacted by the sudden appearance of wolves, which caused the dragon to run away…”

After he finished telling the mixed story, he remained motionless, waiting for the trial from the tribe.

Crackle, crackle…

The fighters of the Blackfoot tribe may have been confused by his story, watching his unhealed injuries collectively fell into silence, and only the sound of bushes and dry grass burning and bursting around him.

Sagu wanted to say something several times, and after seeing the powerful power exuding from his father sitting on the throne in silence, he was too scared to move.

Blackfoot • Claw, the chief of the Blackfoot tribe, the only Tier 3 elite berserker in the tribe, has overwhelmed many Tier 2 senior warriors in the tribe for more than ten years since he took the throne, and has been firmly seated on the throne of the chief.

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

Blackfoot•Crack Claw stared at Saru coldly for a while, until he was sweating coldly, and then asked in a low tone: “So, your magic monitor lizard leather armor and shaman inheritance token, Are all damaged in the battle?”

“Yes!” Salu didn’t dare to look at the chief, but he still bowed his head hard.

“Huh!” Blackfoot Claw snorted coldly, and suddenly waved away, “That’s it for today, you can go down.”

“Yes!”

Just when Saru thought he had been fooled and got up to leave, his chief’s father suddenly added another sentence.

“The disposition to you will be officially announced tomorrow morning!”

…

When Salu left the underground hall, a senior orc warrior suddenly stood up and said: “Chief, that fellow Salu is obviously lying!”

“I know.” The Claw’s expression remained unchanged.

“The chief, you… why did you let him leave?” The orcs were very unconvinced.

“I’ve seen that dragon scales are real.” Chief Claw Claw replied faintly.

“Who knows if the bastard exchanged the tribe’s equipment and heritage tokens!” Sagu couldn’t help but began to complain loudly, “This year’s’March Ice Disaster’ is coming, if there is no new Sa in the tribe. Full, we may face the doom of moving again!”

Speaking of the “March Ice Disaster”, all the orcs couldn’t help showing scared expressions on their faces.

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

The black crooked moon coupled with the red and silver moons commonly seen in the outside world, a “March Moon Hengkong” scene that can only be seen here will appear.

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

Although there are only a few hundred people in the Blackfoot tribe, it is not a very powerful tribe, but apart from the Soaring Dragon Canyon in the south, there are no tribes near the Fertile March that can bring them a deadly threat. The “March Ice Disaster” that occurs regularly, this resource-rich fertile land is undoubtedly the perfect paradise in their ideals.

Speaking of the March Ice Disaster, even the most powerful Claw Chief in the tribe couldn’t sit still: “The ice disaster will be set aside first. Now, let’s talk about what to do with Saru first?”

Upon hearing this, the orcs spoke loudly:

“Execution!”

“Expulsion!”

“slave!”

“Unforgivable!”

“Let him turn into ice cubes in front of him during the ice disaster!”

“…”

“In any case, he brought back a piece of black dragon scale after all.” Just when the orcs were filled with righteous indignation, the black foot tribe shaman Elder suddenly stood up and said, “Although the value of this dragon scale may not be as good as the shaman. Compared with the inherited totem statues.”

Seeing the senior shaman in the tribe came forward, the group of orc warriors immediately stopped discussing the trial.

“I’ve confirmed that totem token a long time ago. There is only the last chance to use it to trigger the Shaman Inheritance, and Saru in the tribe is the orc most likely to trigger the Shaman Inheritance…” The old shaman paused for a while and looked around the hall. Orc warrior.

After seeing all the failed transfer shamans, the guys bowed their heads in shame, then continued:

“Although he went out this time to realize that the trial of the elemental spirit transfer to the shaman failed, I think he can still give him another chance, if he can absorb the power in the dragon scale within half a month and successfully transfer to the shaman. , Then he will not be held accountable for losing the inheritance token.”

…

Saru didn’t know what was happening behind the chief’s hall.

“…I was chatting and laughing with the dragon so much that his mother didn’t even know it!”

When he went out of the underground hall, he couldn’t help but hold the black dragon scales and lie to the young orcs when he saw everyone around him.

“Hey, why do the scales of this giant dragon look so small?” Suddenly a young little orc asked suspiciously.

“Asshole!” Saru was anxious when he heard it.

He said angrily:

“Will I still lie to you?

“This is the scale that I cut from the neck of the dragon with an axe in my own hand. Come and see, there is still the blood of the dragon on it!

“What do you know, this is an evil black dragon scale! As long as I can draw out the power in it, I can naturally become a spellcasting class.”