Chapter 223 During the Catastrophe

The invisible aura drove the invisible air current, as if a whirlwind had risen from the ground, spun around and scattered in all directions, making the hair and skirts of the people around him flutter.

"The beast soul is an eagle..."

Dean looked at Big Zitar in front of him with some surprise.

Just like the talents of knights, the beast souls of barbarians are also divided into superior and inferior.

Among them, the more common animal spirits are horses, cows, jackals, and foxes; the higher ones are bears, leopards, and wolves; the higher ones are eagles, falcons, etc.

As for the highest level, there are some fierce beasts.

Of course, there are some special subdivisions. For example, the snow bear among the bears is equivalent to the upper-level beast soul, and if you reach the snow bear king, it is the highest-level beast soul, which is similar to the top talent of the knight.

However, it is the same as the Cavaliers' advanced and top talents.

High-level, top-level beast souls are also very rare.

Therefore, Dean expressed his surprise——

"If the beast soul is an eagle, it not only has the agility and perception beyond ordinary people, but also can rely on the beast soul's unique skill 'hawk's brilliance' to oppress the enemy and inspire one's own side... However, [Dragon Sword Art] [ The imposing manner] is directly aimed at the will, not pure imposing coercion!"

Feeling the aura of the other party rushing towards his face, Dean thought silently.

And just as Dean thought—

The crowing of the eagle became louder and louder, and it was even a little harsh in the end.

However, Dean was unmoved at all. Dean, who had faced dozens of gold powerhouses before, would not be overwhelmed by this aura that is not even silver; Against the backdrop, Dean seemed to be a ferocious beast hiding its body while preying, ready to make a fatal blow at any time.

On the opposite side, Big Zita began to sweat on his forehead.

The use of the beast soul is definitely not easy. It is not bad to be able to support such a singing time. What's more, he found that the emerald man on the opposite side was unmoved, just like at the beginning-and there are only two Explain, first, the strength of the opponent far exceeds him, and second, the opponent has special skills.

No matter which one it is, it is quite unfavorable for him.

What's more, beside the opponent, there is another opponent that he can't see clearly - that is an emerald woman, just as ugly as most emerald women, without a strong body, dark skin and fierce aura, That weak feeling really made him unable to confirm what kind of strength the other party had.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and when Da Zita was thinking again and again, the competition of 'momentum' did not stop, on the contrary, it became more and more intense.

Anyone could see, though, that Dean had the upper hand.

After all, compared to the sweaty Da Zita, the relaxed appearance of Dean, who is still calm and breezy, is too obvious.

"Hello, Mr. Big Zita!"

A few minutes later, when Da Zita was almost pale, Dean's [Momentum] was replaced by [Indomitable], and then he took a step back slightly, asking like this.

"Hello, guest from afar!"

Da Zita was startled, then immediately withdrew his unique ability of the beast soul, and a smile appeared on his face.

"I came here with an apology!"

Dean said with a guilty face.

"I know, so, I showed my anger before..." Big Zita said, and then, looking at Dean carefully again, with disbelief in his eyes, he asked: "You are very powerful, before His aura far exceeds that of anyone I've ever seen, and it's not the aura that a simple human can emit... Do you have barbarian blood?"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Dazita, but my genealogy tells me that from the time of the Empress,

I am a pure emerald person! "

Dean shook his head and said 'tell the truth'.

"That's really a pity... If you have barbarian blood, the matter between us is not a problem, but if you are an emerald person, it will be very difficult-as the patriarch of the Zita tribe, I must seek justice for my people, this is the obligation our ancestors entrusted to us!"

Big Zitar sighed, his voice full of persistence.

"The obligation bestowed by the ancestors is naturally unshirkable...and I just hope that you will give me some time - after all, this incident happened because of me, so I hope you can give me a chance to understand this incident! "

Dean said seriously, and at the same time, staring at the barbarian tribe opposite him, he didn't flinch or waver at all.

"But……"

"You may want to avenge them, but this is definitely not something that your tribe can accomplish alone. You will contact more tribes, gather more people, and then go to the vicinity of Zhaner, and this is definitely not a simple task. Things, you need at least a week to do these things—and, on the premise that everything goes well...so, I hope you will give me a week to solve this matter!"

Dean interrupted the other party's words.

However, the barbarian patriarch was not angry, he just frowned.

Because what Dean said was the truth - if he wanted to put pressure on Vauban County, he would need to contact at least a few more tribes, and he would have to pay a high price.

Otherwise, it is impossible for anyone to help him free of charge.

After all, it is winter, winter in the snowy forest.

Many tribes are suffering from hunger and cold, and they are no exception; and as the price paid, food has naturally become the first choice, and once the food that exceeds the bottom line is paid...

Thinking of the scene at that time, Grand Zitar was a little silent.

"You are willing to make a trade with me, which means that you are not a person who sticks to the rules, then... we might as well make another deal-if I don't take the head of the real murderer behind the scene within a week, then... I am willing to trade with you To make up for your loss with my own life; I swear by my true name!"

As Dean spoke, the 'White Rose', Siren, and Chad on the side spoke anxiously subconsciously.

"Dean!"

"Captain!"

Dean waved his hand and didn't look back at the person who was worried about him. He looked at the barbarian patriarch in front of him and asked again: "How is it?"

"Okay! I want to believe you!"

The barbarian patriarch finally nodded.

"Humph!"

Buqie on the side snorted coldly, with strong disdain, Da Zita glanced at Buqie, did not speak, turned his head, looked at Dean again, and said, "You can swear!"

"I, Dean Ken, will definitely capture the murderer behind the attack on the caravan within a week, otherwise, I am willing to pay with my life!"

Dean said directly, without the slightest hesitation.

The 'White Rose' on the side sighed softly, Siren and Chad looked anxious, and hearing such an oath, the look of disdain in Buqie's eyes towards Da Zita became more intense and this disdain did not diminish a bit until they left.

Dean and his party didn't stay for long, and then left Zita's stockade again.

"My brother, I'm so sorry... Big Zitar has the soul of an eagle, but not the heart of an eagle!"

As soon as he left the village, Buqie said apologetically.

Obviously, the previous method of Da Zita did not conform to the barbarian style——

For the barbarian who always used big fists as the basis for speaking, Dean clearly had the upper hand before and let Da Zita go. The other party should have sincerely discussed this matter.

Instead of 'taking the opportunity' to do something like 'threatening'.

After all, Big Zitar won a chance to 'control' Dean's life without doing anything!

"That was proposed by me, and has nothing to do with Big Zitar!"

Dean smiled and patted Buqie on the shoulder, thanking the other party for his kindness, and then accelerated his progress—as for what that big Zita was thinking?

Dean naturally knew it all.

After all, the opponent gathered the remnants of the other barbarians, and expanded his camp several times in a short period of time, and the places he chose were easy to defend and difficult to attack, and those barbarian fighters were called elite.

These are connected, and some things are ready to come out.

The other party had ambitions, an ambition not to be trapped in the dense forest of the snowfield—even, the barbarians sent in the deal with him were definitely not just for the purpose of escorting food.

I'm afraid there is also the purpose of exploring the terrain one step ahead.

Most of the barbarians are willing to abide by the traditions of their ancestors and stay in the dense snowy forest, while some are not willing to do this. They prefer to choose another life.

Otherwise, there would be no barbarians and bandits.

And the Seaander Fortress will not appear anymore—you know, the Seaander Fortress was originally built to prevent barbarians.

"Big Zitar, Big Zitar..."

Dean silently thought about the name of this barbarian, but in his memory, there was no such name, and there was only one possibility——

"Before launching some offensives, they were already wiped out; probably because of hunger and cold, they disappeared this winter; however, because of my appearance, there seems to be some changes... Such changes must be grasped It's in my hands!"

Dean thought silently.

As for why the other party agreed to Dean?

Naturally, I want to have fewer obstacles on the way of conquest.

After all, the strength shown by Dean really made the opponent look sideways, and since Dean personally presented such an 'opportunity', the opponent would naturally firmly grasp it.

The group returned to Buqie's stockade, rested for several hours, and set off again——

"Dean, are you being too reckless? Can't you see that Big Zita's malicious intentions? From the moment we approached that village, we were in sight of the other party, and when we first met, we wanted to lean on Destroy your confidence with your momentum, so as to get more benefits—why do you give the other party such conditions? Don't tell me, you didn't notice the abnormality of the other party!"

On the way, 'White Rose' said so.

PS The first update~~R1152