The Wizarding Age

The tribal totem is the most primitive "magic weapon"!

And the magic pattern is the key to the growth of human beings step by step.

However, Grimm only wanted to use this group of Broken Spear trolls, but he didn't think of teaching them the real magic pattern.

Therefore, he chose the most primitive "tribal totem".

The tribal totem can gather the faith power of the entire tribe, collect the soul power of the dead heroes, and gather them over the years, and naturally exert the magical and mysterious totem power.

The Broken Spear tribe has existed and continued for thousands of years. From birth to death, thousands of red-capped trolls have always been under the harsh oppression and brutal rule of the night elves. Their hatred from generation to generation has condensed into a powerful and crazy force entrenched on the tribal battle flag, but it was wasted in vain due to the lack of correct guidance and use methods.

Now with Grimm and the blessing of the totem power, this crazy and powerful force immediately poured into the battle flag, instantly elevating this ordinary creation that was originally ordinary to the level of a "magic weapon".

There was no wind in the tent, but the flag fluttered strangely. A vague image of the Broken Spear Troll slowly emerged from nothing, and raised his head to the sky and shouted silently...

Holding the flag, Grimm's mind suddenly appeared the sound of the rumbling war drums, and an ancient and wild atmosphere instantly filled the whole tent.

As if they had noticed the movement in the tent, the troll leader Uma and the troll priest rushed in, asking repeatedly: "My lord, is it done..."

However, without Grimm's answer, the eyes of the two trolls were instantly attracted by the tribal flag fluttering in the wind. The familiar breath and the sense of belonging as if returning to the mother body made the two troll leaders have no doubt at all, and they were sure that this flag was completely created by them, the Broken Spear Trolls.

Grim handed the big flag directly to Uma, and said in a deep voice: "Drop your blood on the battle flag!"

Uma hesitated for a moment, looked at the troll priest, and then used his right hand to slash his left wrist fiercely, and a huge wound appeared. As the blood gushed out, Uma swung his wrist towards the flag, and the bright blood instantly adhered to the flag.

To its surprise, the blood was instantly absorbed by the battle flag.

The next second, on the flag fluttering in the wind, the image of the troll holding a spear and shouting to the sky instantly became vivid, and even the originally blurred face became clearer and clearer, more and more intuitive, and even gave people an unusually familiar and strange feeling...

At the same time, Uma, holding the battle flag, vaguely realized that he seemed to have established some kind of invisible and real spiritual connection with the flag, and he seemed to be able to mobilize the terrifying and powerful mysterious power on the battle flag.

And the troll priest standing beside him felt even more deeply.

The big tent in front of him disappeared in an instant, replaced by a battlefield of life and death: on the battlefield, the Broken Spear Trolls fought bloody and desperately, and then fell down with tragic and desolate wails.

Their souls turned into illusory heroes, stood up again, and were quickly absorbed by the tribal war flag.

So, the rumbling tribal war drums became more majestic and exciting, the bloody troll warriors became more brave and fierce, and those vague enemies could not resist the brave attack of the troll warriors, and began to retreat and flee...

The whole battlefield was filled with the excited and wild roars and cheers of the trolls!

The troll priest's eyes were moist, and two bean-sized tears burst out, making it unable to suppress the resentment in its heart, and roared and roared along.

Unlike the two troll leaders who were excited and enthusiastic, Grimm watched their first attempt at totem power blessing with an unusually calm and normal mentality.

Seeing that the two trolls could not calm down for a long time, and seemed to be somewhat addicted to the illusory scene of their own power skyrocketing and supreme power filling their bodies, Grimm shook his head silently, turned around and left the big tent and returned to the residence arranged by the trolls for him.

After a long time, the troll leader Uma was the first to break free from the illusory scene.

It also had tears in its eyes, quietly experiencing its own skyrocketing power and physique after the blessing of the battle flag, and even the demigod threshold that blocked its forward steps seemed to have loosened a little.

It has vaguely seen where its own path forward is...

And more importantly, holding the totem battle flag, it seems to be able to stimulate the supreme power of the demigod level!

Uma looked inside the tent, but didn't see Grimm. He turned around and asked the guard at the door of the big tent, and then he was sure that the human demigod had returned to his tent to rest.

Uma then went back to the troll priest and whispered, "What do you think?"

The troll priest wiped the tears from his face and recalled with emotion: "It is indeed a more powerful force, enough to make ordinary things transcend the confinement of the plane and show supreme power!"

"Since we have already got what we should get, should we..." Uma obviously didn't want to ask this. The deep depths of his burning eyes flashed with a fierce light, and he looked crazy and fierce like gnawing bones and eating meat. He looked around and secretly made a gesture of wiping his neck to silence him.

The atmosphere in the big tent froze instantly, and only the bonfire in the center was still crackling...

The troll priest closed his eyes and pondered for a long time, then suddenly opened his eyes and said: "Not for now!"

"Why?" Uma said violently.

"Because we haven't learned how to make this kind of totem item... If this tribal war flag is damaged, the supreme power we just experienced will immediately come to naught!" The troll priest pointed out pointedly. Guan Jian.

Uma thought for a moment and finally nodded in agreement with the other party's opinion.

"Then what should we do next?" Uma gritted her teeth.

Obviously, the moment of experience just now made it unable to stop, and it wished to possess this supreme power immediately.

"First delay the progress of summoning other alien races, and get the necessary things out of his mouth bit by bit. When the time is right, it will not be too late to take action!" the troll priest said with a sinister sneer.

"Okay, let's do it!" Uma said resolutely: "I will instruct those boys sent out to wander around the wild for a few more times before coming back. Anyway, he is an outsider and does not know the location of other alien races, let alone the location of other alien races. Have they received the notification, so it is not difficult to coax them..."

The troll priest nodded repeatedly, and the two couldn't help but sneer.

Bang bang...

The pond fire in the center of the tent also exploded twice inexplicably.

In another low tent hundreds of meters away, Greem was listening with his eyes closed.

How did the two alien trolls know that the human demigod they encountered had the true power of the 'power' of fire. Their unabashed private communication had already reached Greem's ears simultaneously and accurately.

With Greem's control over the 'authority' of the flames, any place with flames within a ten-mile radius can naturally become his eyes, ears and nodes. Not only can he project his mental power to hear and see everything around the flame, but he can also teleport directly there using the flame as a positioning node.

This is the most terrifying part of the power of ‘authority’!

After listening to the two troll executives discussing how to attack him behind his back, Greem became furious, and two clusters of golden flames ignited in his wide-open eyes.

These two bastards, who have probably never experienced the horror of demigods, dare to plot against themselves...

Grim smiled solemnly, and the next second it exploded into a pillar of fire that reached the sky.

By the time the two troll warriors outside the tent who were called 'guards' but were actually 'looking after' him sensed something was wrong and rushed in, Greem had already disappeared without a trace.

After a moment, the furious Uma and the Troll Priest also rushed in.

"Where is the messenger...where is the human messenger?" Uma roared loudly. It pinched the neck of the troll warrior responsible for guarding the other party, lifted it up directly, and asked angrily: "I asked you to watch it. That divine messenger, where is he now?”

The troll warrior who had reached the second level of strength did not even have the strength to resist, so he could only reply with difficulty: "He...disappeared...when we...came in...he was...already... Disappeared...gone..."

"Trash!" Uma was furious and threw the guard out. The latter flew and rolled, smashed the tent and disappeared from sight.

The other guard could only kneel down in front of the clan leader, trembling all over. His body was like chaff, and it was hard to speak.

The Troll Priest felt his chest was tight and his throat was extremely itchy. He coughed crazily and tried his best to persuade: "Chief, don't be impulsive. Let's calm down and look for it first!"

"Look, look, look... How to look for him? He is a human demigod!" Uma's face was twisted and ferocious, her eyes were blood red, and a wisp of dark red nosebleed could not help but flow down her nostrils.

The troll warrior who knelt in front of it was already bleeding from his eyes, ears, mouth and nose, and his condition was even more tragic and shocking.

"No, this place is poisonous..." The troll priest is indeed a master of the poison system. Although his perception is slow, he reacts before others. It screamed: "Everyone, hold your breath and concentrate, get out of here, this place is poisonous!"

Unfortunately, it realized it was too late!

After the three trolls rushed out of the tent in embarrassment, they were horrified to realize that an invisible miasma of plague had already permeated the entire camp. All the troll warriors, women, children, and children fell over one after another, and they could not stop making loud noises. cough.

Those trolls with strong physiques could barely resist, while those with weak physiques simply coughed and vomited a mouthful of blood. Broken and twisted internal organs could even be seen in the stinky blood spit out...

"Fire... fire..." The troll priest coughed wildly, suddenly grabbed Uma's arm and shouted: "The poison comes from... the fire..."

Although the Troll Priest is dim-sighted, his poisonous ability cannot be underestimated.

It could see clearly that strands of light green poisonous mist spread from the bonfires lit throughout the camp, covering the entire space and entangling every struggling troll...

If the current situation continues, I'm afraid there won't be any need for the human demigod to take action. The plague poisonous mist alone will be enough to take away the lives of the trolls in the entire camp.