Chapter 59 Beamon Main City

"boom--"

A thunder sounded in the sky, and an invisible colorful light flashed.

Franklin, who was flying at an extremely fast speed, made a rare sound of sonic boom, but no one could see it, so he thought it was a thunder roar.

A few days later, Franklin came over the main city of Beamon and did not rush to expand the realm of God. If the Beamon orc had a god level, it would be exposed. It chose to use the power of its soul to explore. The range was a little smaller, but no one could find it.

The entire Bemon main city has a circumference of nearly 100 kilometers, the city wall is as high as 100 meters, and the thickness is also 80 meters.

If humans come to the city wall, it is equivalent to standing on the deck of a large aircraft carrier, or a closed ring-shaped deck of nearly 100 kilometers long.

Each of the four walls has a city gate. The city gate is wide, about 80 meters, and is divided into four passages.

There are entire striped boulders between the passages. During war, a ten thousand kilogram gate will fall above the striped boulders.

The whole city is full of roughness and majesty, and each piece of stone that forms the city wall is extremely heavy.

When the city was built, a large number of level eight, level nine warriors and holy warriors must have been used to participate in the city construction.

The huge figure on the throne spoke first.

After his epiphany a few years ago, Musa Bemon has been obsessed with the dark totem pole and cannot sleep at night.

Moussa Bemon witnessed the rise of the Taurus throughout the whole process. He was very dissatisfied with their luck in finding eight totem poles.

The smart Franklin began to immerse Lei Mo's character and tried to think, becoming more and more like a person.

A Beamon Orc asked respectfully under the throne.

With Lei Mo's explanation, Franklin was not in a hurry at all. He stood in the square of Bemon's main city, and his soul power explored the words of Bemon's orcs, and he could judge whether it was useful or not.

There are great advantages in the development of ethnic groups, but compared with the Taurus' totem pole, it is always more than one step away.

Not to mention Franklin's inner monologue, Lei Mo was discussing the assignment of mission goals with the elders of the ancestral court.

"Master may enslave King Bemon and then let him be the inner supporter. Oh, is this operation a little weird?"

"Everyone is the pillar of my Beamon Orcs. Let's talk about our next move. The Taurus may have discovered clues, and there is no evidence that we did it."

"This fang tribe should be hidden near Mount Emmanur. They also have to eat. They are always hiding in the mountains. If they don't collect fishing and hunting, the holy land will definitely be fine, but the other members will be dispersed."

Half a month passed, and the strong men in Bimon's main city came and went. Franklin counted that there were about 200 holy lands, nearly eighty more than the data given by the Taurus.

"This is our opportunity! In the past few hundred thousand years, it has been the world of their Taurus. In the countless years before, who could compete with us Begum orcs?"

In the city of Bemon, on the tall throne, there was a figure with green face and fangs.

Moussa Bemon roared, his eyes red, I wonder if it was excited or jealous?

The eight totem poles after the mutation are indeed more amazing, and the runes on them are more complex and tend to evolve in a complete way.

Franklin thought to himself.

The ordinary holy land is in the hands of Moussa Bemon, like a toy, and can be destroyed by turning hands, and is no longer under the eight taurens.

I used to think that only the Taurus could comprehend these eight pillars, and the Taurus ancestral home was relatively strict.

"The eight totem poles must be seized, so the treasure should be owned by the Beamon Orcs. We Beamon Orcs are the masters of the chaotic plateau."

The perception of totem pole can not only create rune engraver, but also allow some young talented people with potential to gain insights into the law and make quick breakthroughs.

"King Bemon! We will destroy the small Taurus tribe like this, but it will not weaken the overall strength of the Taurus. In the next step, should we attack their elders?"

The ugly figure, known as King Bemon, said loudly on the throne.

The eight Taurus ancestors discovered the totem pole, and after understanding it, they quickly rose up, breaking the absolute rule of the Beamon Orcs.

The Monster Monster is a natural ninth-level monster. It can fight side by side with the Bimon Orcs without a contract. Some people with strong talents can quickly break through to the holy realm.

The Bemon Orcs have been dominating the chaotic plateau for countless years with their unparalleled physique and the Bemon Bemon monsters that appear from time to time.

"It seems that the Beamon Orcs' plan has been brewing for a long time. These extra holy realms include not only the Beamon Orcs' own tribe, but also the tiger-headed people, the leopard-headed people and more than a dozen holy realms of unknown races."

Bemon's main city is too far from Lei Mo to directly transmit the soul. Franklin decided to wait a little longer to hear if there is any new and more important news?

"Maybe this Bemon King can be enslaved to the soul. What would I do if I were the master?"

Since Musa Bemon has mastered the dark totem pole, he has realized it once, and his strength has improved by leaps and bounds.

Moussa Bemon's heart roars!

Franklin listened silently, and listened to what the Beamon Orcs said in a real way.

Angele Roar, Cru Ashes and other elders with great strength have made greater breakthroughs.

Franklin not only took over Lei Mo's role, but also learned his words.

"Wait, I can't fight for a while, the master must have multiple responses!"

I have meditated it once in ten years, and it is said that the effect is not good, but it is different now.

"But King Beamon does not leave Beamon's main city. If I use my natural magical powers, it will be too much of a move, will it affect the master's plan?"

"In the dark, I feel like I'm about to break through, and it's still a little bit short of it!"

"No! This is not enough. I want them to lose all their footholds on the plateau and finally seize their ancestral land."

Especially the totem pole after the mutation, more than a dozen holy domain powerhouses such as Asa were created in a short time.

"In the past few thousand years, those eight guys have never appeared. Either they die or they are trapped in somewhere."

Franklin became the body, kilometer high and dozens of meters thick, standing in the center of the city, with bustling Bemon orcs passing by, and no one could find the abnormality.

For countless years, the strength of the Bemon Orcs has been improving.

The blue-gray face looks gloomy and terrifying. Compared with the image on the earth, the zombie's face is even more hideous and terrifying.

This Bemon Orc is eight meters tall and ugly all over, and is very burly and majestic, but it is a common height of Bemon Orcs.

Even when you arrive at the Sanctuary, watching the totem pole is of great help.

Asa and Lei Mo were studying the specific location of the Fang tribe and came up with a relatively reasonable judgment, and the rest was verified by Lei Mo.

"Elder Asa Blade Burning, then I'm going to go--"

Getting used to the decisive and decisive behavior of the blood-hoofed Templar, Lei Mo began to dislike these old men.

With a "boom--" sound, Lei Mo soared into the air, turning into a afterimage in the sky, heading towards the northeast of the ancestral courtyard.

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(End of this chapter)
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