It's time for a big deal!

The expertise of the Black Orc Sentinels worries the Orcs, and although the explosives are very secretive and disguised in advance, they look like stones on the surface, but it is still unknown whether they can hide from the Black Orcs.

A large number of sentinels dispersed, entering the valley from different passages in groups of twelve.

Once again, they showed their professionalism, sparing no stone and carefully surveying every inch of the mountain.

Suddenly—

A group of sentinels was already approaching one of the explosives hiding spots.

Hearing the specific news from the terrorist slave, everyone's mood couldn't help but become nervous, and at the critical moment, only the leader could maintain almost absolute calm, he roared:

"Don't panic, trust the elders' abilities!"

His heart was beating faster than usual, but his psychological tension remained calm and restrained. He was ready to send all his troops to leave the Black Orc sentries behind if he was discovered.

This is the second layer of protection, and the three legions have long been scattered and ambushed throughout the valley, and even if any of them are left to the lowest level except for errors, they can be controlled to the lowest level and eliminated as soon as possible.

It's just that, in this way, the sentinels who have disappeared inexplicably will definitely arouse the vigilance of the army of black orcs, and the ambush may even fail because of this.

Soon, the Terror Slave returned with the latest information:

The enemy did not find any explosives.

In addition to a layer of camouflage on the surface, the explosives refined by the night are also engraved with a miniature magic array, which further obscures the breath and even induces people to a certain extent.

The Black Orcs only have the Shaman as the spellcaster unit, and it is absolutely impossible to be a sentinel with the status of the Imperial Shaman, while the ordinary Black Orcs are limited in terms of magic resistance than the primitive Orcs.

Messages came from all over the place, but none of the ambush sites were discovered, and the crisis passed safely.

On the other side, the sacrificial slaves escaped at great cost under the frantic siege of the goblin army, and in the midst of the panic, the orc warriors hidden in the shadows struck one after another, waving their butcher knives at this group of 'hateful' compatriots with great anger.

In the end, only a small number of sacrificial slaves were deliberately spared, and their only use was to serve as a bridge to provoke hatred between the black orcs and the goblins.

One of the three centurians was scrapped, while the remaining two were scouting other areas in the jungle.

Soon, under the secret arrangement of the orcs, this almost seamless plan is slowly kicking in, and the vanguard of the black orcs is stepping into the trap carefully set for them by the orcs.

……

What appeared before Night's eyes was the true face of a giant beast named Beamon.

The cold wind mixed with the ice and snow whistled by, and under the white vast field of vision, an iceberg suddenly appeared in front of him.

If you look closely, you will see that it is not an iceberg, but a monster as tall as a mountain.

Beamon, a giant humanoid creature resembling an orangutan, walks upright, resembling a pig's head with a human face engraved on it, and its entire body covered in a thick layer of white hair, with two fangs protruding from its mouth like saber teeth.

But the most conspicuous thing is that this giant beast has claw-like hands, each finger is connected to a sickle-like steel claw, according to the calculations of the super brain, these claws can be used as a +5 legendary weapon, and even the level of excellent equipment in pure numerical terms.

Cangye exhaled a cold breath, and then the figure disappeared in the blizzard.

Walking here, despite the physique of the legendary dragonborn, his body has accumulated hundreds of frostbite points in extreme conditions, and needs to be treated urgently.

After taking out the potion of fire that had been refined to cope with the extreme climate, and swallowing it, Cangye immediately felt a lingering heat flow in his body, and as it continued to grow, it penetrated through the fine pores and covered the surface of the body.

The agent can only be used in extremely cold weather, and the temperature of the human body is forcibly kept at about the normal level for 5 minutes.

The temperature in the body continued to adjust, the frostbite was lifted, and the night gradually returned to its peak state.

The Beamon in front of him can reach a height of more than 50 feet and weigh nearly 12 tons, which is equivalent to two mammoths, and this body type is undoubtedly an adult body.

As a golden species, the adult Beamon can naturally step into the legendary realm like a true dragon, with a physique and strength attributes above 30, hovering below the 35 line, with a magic resistance skin, no spells, and no spell-like abilities, but the Beamon Behemoth is born with [Horror Domain], and the creatures that step into this realm must not only force the spiritual judgment of the legendary difficulty, but also have an unconditional -10 defense level.

Looking at those terrifying claws, a defense of -10 meant that there would be no defense against such a behemoth.

Therefore, after returning to the peak, Cangye did not hesitate to enter the state of [Legendary Dragonization] and launched a deadly attack on the sleeping giant beast.

Remnant Yang Road: Burn out the afterglow!

Holding a black knife, the fire of dusk ignited by the edge suddenly rendered a layer of dim brilliance, and Beamon almost woke up from his deep sleep, and his long life without natural enemies did not make him lose his vigilance, after all, he was a perfect creation.

But a moment later, Beamon roared, and his chest was scorched by a dark golden flame.

Almost at the moment of being traumatized, the [Horror Domain] broke out in full force!

The night, which was about to step into the snowstorm, had a brief pause in his body under the great deterrence.

Searching for the afterimage, with the agility of its massive body, terrifying claws rained down from the sky, and six scissors swung back and forth, as if to slice the night into pieces.

Even in terms of agility, Beamon's stats are around 26 or 27.

Round 2 begins!

The dimensional wand appeared in the hand of the night in a blink of an eye, and the moment the claw fell, the night had teleported behind Beamon, and danced the [Whip of God] with one hand, pulling it vigorously with both hands, and binding Beamon in the form of an iron chain.

With a roar, Beamon's claws tore a massive wound almost on the ground, and the rift spread widely.

He struggled and roared, but Beamon could not break free from the shackles of the night.

Legend has it that with the blessing of the Dragonborn's state and the addition of various blessing spells, the power of the night has surpassed that of Beamon in a short period of time, so it can be suppressed during this time.

The furious power of thunder and lightning continues to penetrate deep into Beamon's body, and even with the magic resistance skin, the continuous elemental attack can still cause damage accumulation.

Gradually, the roar gradually turned into a scream, and the night could even read the pleading emotion in the voice, but it was still as cold-blooded as a machine.

Bursts of incantations came from the mouth of the night, constantly casting spiritual hints on the bimon.

"I am your master, your keeper, your sovereign, your god......"

"Serve me, accept me, surrender to me......"

"Surrender!" "Surrender!"

……

I don't know how long it lasted, but the effect of the potion disappeared, and after changing batch after batch of spell blessings, Cangye was almost frozen into an iceman.

Eventually, the Behemoth lowered its head, which had been held high.