Bloodhoofed Pansaurus

Chapter 1 Chaos Plateau
Coming to this strange world, Lei Mo has a complete memory from the fetus.

After growing up a little bit, I don't like to play with people around me, and I have some symptoms of autism.

It's not that Lei Mo is bragging. If someone else had the same experience as him, I'm afraid it might not be as good as him. The experience is really too mysterious.

Living among a group of fantasy creatures all day, the spirit is always tense, always feeling that they will eat you.

Fantasy creatures are just Lei Mo's euphemistic way of expressing, to put it bluntly, he lives among a group of monsters all day long.

If the mind grows from a blank, no matter how weird the characters are, they will become familiar with them if they have been in contact with them since childhood.

But Lei Mo can't do it. His almost 40-year-old soul lives in a baby's body. He has tried his best to integrate into life, but he can't.

This made it seem that Lei Mo was very out of gregarious, coupled with his congenitally stunted body shape, he was almost a disability in the eyes of his companions.

I don't know what happened to my parents in my previous life?Is there a self living for itself?
The companion's height of four to five meters, the black and shiny, huge and ferocious horns, the curved legs, and the towering back.

And all of this reminds Lei Mo that this is a fantasy world, and it is no longer the earth.

For 18 years, Lei Mo has lived hard, looking at his "small body" of two meters, the small horns on the top of his head, his straight back, and his slender legs.

If it weren't for his sexy little hooves and the beautiful nose ring given to him by the elders of the tribe, Lei Mo would have thought he was reborn as a human being.

The current appearance is heroic, with beautiful muscles and lines, coupled with a burly figure of two meters, that is called an extraordinary bearing.

Facing the sympathetic gazes of the surrounding tauren, Lei Mo sighed helplessly, and said nothing very sincerely.

With Lei Mo's stature and unbending figure, he is really unpopular in this tauren tribe whose mainstream aesthetics don't match his own at all.

It's not a big deal that no heifer likes me, but why doesn't the hunting team let me participate? Lei Mo's strength is not weak at all.

After so many years of hard work, Dou Qi has already reached level seven.

The Horde's giant weapons are completely mobile, but it won't work to reason with a group of guys with muscles in their heads!

Lei Mo gave up struggling. This world is very dangerous. Up to now, he only knows that the place he is in is called Chaos Plateau, with a radius of several million kilometers.

The tribe I belong to is called Bloodhoof, and the whole tribe is also a clan, all of whom have the surname Bloodhoof, so Lei Mo's full name should be - Leimo Bloodhoof, or Nemo Bloodhoof.

It sounds very powerful, but Bloodhoof is only a small tribe with a few thousand people, and it is unknown in the tens of thousands of miles around.

Although the tauren looked extremely ferocious, they were a race close to nature. They hunted fiercely, but they were not bloodthirsty.

Survival needs, if you don't go hunting, you will starve to death, and the tauren planting technology is not developed, only simple fishing, hunting and gathering, and smelting technology is not good.

Fortunately, this world is a fantasy. By enshrining the totem poles in the land of their ancestors and enshrining them from generation to generation, the totem poles will have magical power.

The original materials of the totem poles are wood, bone, stone, and metal. They have been passed down for countless years and generations. Every totem pole has become neither gold nor wood.

Therefore, every totem pole of the tribe is an inherited weapon, and a "weak chicken" like Lei Mo is not qualified to have it.

There are also some metal weapons in the tribe, which are basically obtained from trading with the dwarves of the Wildhammer in the west of the mainland.

The Bloodhoof tribe is not qualified to trade directly with the Wildhammer dwarves, and the metal weapons they use are all sold through countless hands, and the price is very expensive.

Therefore, Lei Mo is still not eligible to own the metal weapon. He only owns an unknown log pillar now.

The mouth of the bowl is thick and thin, more than three meters long, as black as ink, and there are rough but mysterious runes engraved on it.

This is the ancestral rune passed down by the ethnic group. I don't know how many years later, generations of tribesmen have blessed and worshiped it, and they have long possessed extraordinary power.

The runes on Lei Mo's root are relatively simple, that is, runes engraved with strengthening materials. This simple to rough rune has only one function - to be strong.

Relying on this strong rune, Lei Mo's log pillar is no worse than ordinary steel.

It has been eight years since it was obtained as an adult at the age of ten, and it has not been damaged or even worn out by all the rough actions of poking, smashing, and swinging.

That's right, in the Bloodhoof Tribe, a tribe is considered an adult at the age of ten, and must be self-reliant.

Strictly speaking, ten years old is still half a child for a tauren, but the status quo of the ethnic group is like this.

The productivity is extremely underdeveloped. If it weren't for this extraordinary world, the tribe probably would have ceased to exist long ago.

Although Lei Mo was not allowed to join the hunting team, Lei Mo could still hunt and kill ordinary beasts for basic material collection.

The hunting teams in the tribe are all targeting monsters and giant wild beasts. If they are not careful, they will die in battle. That's how Lei Mo's parents are.

Even so, Lei Mo did not receive unfair treatment in the tribe. As for being despised and sympathized, it was a matter of aesthetics.

Lei Mo was supported by the tribe collectively from the time he had memory to the time he could act independently until he was ten years old.

Orphans are relatively common in Bloodhoof, and Lei Mo is not the first, nor will he be the last.

No one knows what level a certain monster is, and only when it starts to fight will it be clear. The tribe has learned the lessons of its ancestors for generations, and has long concluded the strength of the type of monster.

But this is still out of the question. The seventh-level velociraptor broke through to the eighth-level and ninth-level, and no one knew until they used the corresponding level of magic.

"Lei Mo, it's time to go to the temporary camp."

A muscular tauren with a height of five meters, a pair of pitch-black and wide ferocious horns, a metal ring on the huge bull nose, and a muscular body was shouting, and white steam was spraying from his mouth.

This is Lei Mo's few friends in the Bloodhoof Tribe—Kane, despite his appearance, he is actually only 15 years old, three years younger than Lei Mo.

There is only one reason why Kane didn't discriminate against Lei Mo and became friends with him. He was severely punished by Lei Mo. The Tauren is so "upright". Kane's father is also the leader of the hunting team.

Lei Mo's "thin and weak" is really thin and weak, but his strength is not weak at all. When he was ten years old, he had the strength of level five.

Eight years have passed, no one knows whether it is level [-] or level [-], anyway, Kane can't beat it.

Although every member of the hunting team has experienced hundreds of battles, not everyone can reach level five.

The tauren is born with supernatural power, the strongest of the Bloodhoof tribe, and the chief—Leyland is a level nine powerhouse.

A ninth-level powerhouse has a lifespan of 500 years. Although the Bloodhoof tribe is unknown for tens of thousands of miles around, it has never lost a ninth-level fighter.

As for magicians, the Bloodhoof tribe does not have them. The tauren are close to nature and have some natural magic professions.

That's only available to large tribes, and it's not called a magician, it's called a shaman-a powerful and powerful profession.

The tauren or the shaman priests of the entire orc tribe are inherited from master and apprentice, not school education, which further causes confusion and scarcity of magic professions on the plateau.

I don't know what's going on, but there is magic in this world, but it's not very standardized. It's very different from the magic at all levels and departments in Lei Mo's cognition.

Is it because I don't know enough?

I heard that the human kingdom and the elf forest in the east of the mainland are the sacred places of magic, so I must go and see them if I have the chance.

"I'm ready to go, Kane! I'm preparing to collect the necessary tools and supplies during this time."

As he spoke, Lei Mo carried a backpack made of animal skin that was taller than himself, and carried a totem pole that was much smaller than himself, and walked in the direction of the temporary camp.

The chaotic plateau has a radius of several million kilometers, and the various tribes of orcs are scattered.

The Bloodhoof tribe is small, but the range they can fish and hunt is not small at all.

The collection team that Lei Mo was in went out for several months each time, so the necessary supplies and camping equipment still had to be brought.

The collection team has some young and middle-aged people who are responsible for security, and the others are middle-aged and elderly and female tauren.

Lei Mo was not embarrassed, anyway, he was still a child in the tribe, so he was very deceptive.

Two years ago, Lei Mo was already a seventh-level fighter. It was just collecting, not to mention that there was no danger at all, it was basically physical work.

"Kane, is it your turn to lead the guard this time? Has your father's hunting team set off yet?" Lei Mo asked.

"They set off a long time ago. This time they went to the Seti Mountains to hunt a single seventh-level monster—the Velociraptor. It has already threatened many collection teams of the Bloodhoof Tribe."

"Kill this velociraptor, the bone material on its body can also be used to make weapons, and the dragon tendons can be made into the back of a bow and arrow. In short, it is a treasure."

Kane said a few more words, his eyes full of yearning and passion.

Which warrior doesn't yearn for a bloody battle, and the tauren is especially serious for a guy with a brain full of muscles.

"It shouldn't be a problem. The Velociraptor is only a level-[-] monster, and Uncle Thomas is a level-[-] powerhouse. As long as the Velociraptor's death blow is careful, there will be no problem."

Lei Mo answered casually, although the Velociraptor is only a seventh-level monster, but due to its huge size, its power is extremely terrifying.

The speed is also very fast. The tauren is good at strength, but it does not have an advantage against the velociraptor.

Also pay attention to whether the Velociraptor has broken through to level eight, otherwise casualties will be inevitable.

Chaos Plateau, the reason why it is called this name is not unreasonable. The orcs themselves are divided into many races, and they live mixed with monsters.

Conflicts with monsters often broke out, and after countless years of fighting, the orcs still dominated the victory, and the monsters did not have much advantage.

"By the way, Kane, what do you think our tauren's strongest is like, is it powerful?" Lei Mo asked.

"I heard from my father that our chief said that there are strong men in our tauren family who can live forever." Kane replied.

"Immortal?" Lei Mo was lost in thought.

What kind of world is this? It is obviously a world of swords and magic, but it can live forever. Where is this?

Lei Mo ran through many thoughts in his mind, some of which were familiar, but also very different from the world he knew.

Either his own strength is not enough, or his talent is not enough, or the world is not right, Lei Mo has no idea at all.

　The tendons of animals are used to make arched backs, which have been modified and learned!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)