Othua's War Banner

Chapter 99 0098: The shaman with the army

"It's still a fledgling, but it has a lot of potential."

Ken cast his gaze behind him, and in the dark firepit, he saw a few [Cangcuo Snake] eggs being washed.

"The monster is very strong, and the weak ripples here are very suitable for hatching."

The tamer's face was hidden in the hood.

He was dressed like a magician from southern Xinjiang, and the faint light from several pumice stones outlined the shadows of him and Soul Crow.

"You don't have to work so hard until midnight to do things."

Ken said.

"We are compatriots along the way. Heila doesn't need to be deliberately indifferent, just open your heart. Besides, everyone has seen corpses and blood, and no one will care about such small scars."

"Thank you for your thoughtfulness, this scar has its meaning."

The beast trainer's smile moved the completely different faces on both sides. While expressing his gratitude, he also waved his hands in refusal.

"I look like a monster. There is nothing to hide about it. You can do a lot of things by staying away from the crowd."

Soul Crow flapped its wings twice, its three heads collided with each other, and a few pieces of black velvet fell down, as if defending its master.

The beast tamer stretched out two fingers to appease the restless little guy.

Incubation and domestication are quite profound knowledge, and only the clan of the animal nature will be immersed in the related knowledge for generations.

He stretched out his palm to the pumice stone, the purple light flowed, the magic became active, and more energy poured into the snake egg.

"Your battle banner status was bestowed by Winter Mother, right?"

"Yes, in a massacre not long ago."

Ken swung his right arm and dispelled all the visions, proving that the highest authority of the tribe was in his hands.

"Tsk tsk, there are very few orthodox leaders."

There are many ways for leaders to be born. In the current Palotusbi, many battle banners are inherited or self-proclaimed. The refugees on the way to escape pin their hopes on a strong warrior, and he is qualified to make decisions.

"I heard that you have made appointments for other people?"

the beast tamer asked tentatively.

The fisherman is in the ice eye, and Arthur manages the blacksmith shop, which is a matter of course.

Quema has the oldest qualifications and is also a top shooter with a clear career, so he is the only one who can lead the long-range firepower formation.

Ken heard the request in the other party's tone, turned around, and saw a face as smooth as ice, a face that was intact.

The animal trainer also looked at him.

"The battle banners of the ancient tribes will need a shaman who is well versed in the world. I am eager for this honor and am willing to devote my heart and soul to it."

Ken didn't rush to answer, but looked at the person in front of him seriously.

He is the eldest of Heila, it is said that he is from a branch of the Light Frost Tribe, and he likes to work with livestock, but that doesn't mean he is ignorant.

Quite the opposite...

He understands the meaning of "survival" and "lost" better than anyone.

"From the perspective of a beast, I can actually see more things. I have been exposed to magic and occult techniques, and I have lived in this wilderness of the northern border for many years. I have heard or witnessed many incidents."

The animal trainer showed a look of reminiscing about the past.

It was the first time that Ken met a self-recommended subordinate. His original intention of recruiting Heila was to use it in key areas, so he asked seriously, "What do you ask for?"

"The power of the altar is the prerequisite for incubation and domestication."

"Let me think about it."

Ken stared silently at the suspended boulder.

He was not worried about his subordinates rebelling.

This thing can't make waves, the whole land is closely connected with itself, and the altar is just one of the nodes.

The reason why Ken hesitated was to activate the other party's talent.

Ken immersed himself in his heart, submerged into the familiar galaxy in the spiritual world, and among the waves of experience points, each point of light represented a subject of Santon Kaya.

He concentrated his attention and searched for the symbol of "Beast Tamer" in the ripples.

The experience points turned into lines, surrounded from all directions, criss-crossed around it, and then poured into it until the light spot exploded and flew back to the river along the way.

【Specialty: Spirit of Sacrifice】

[Effect: The hatching time is reduced by 15%]

【He knows the habits of monsters and beasts. The birds are his eyes, and the tigers and leopards are his weapons. He will give the most appropriate care to each cub that is about to be born. 】

Ken's consciousness returned to reality.

Activation talent is insensible, it will only be reflected when it is actually applied, and it will not be noticed like healing or boosting stats.

The animal trainer just raised his head, and Zhan Jing's hesitation made him feel a little lost, so he added:

"The shaman I'm referring to is not the kind of fool who pretends to be a ghost, but an assistant who can follow the army."

His eyes were eager and he spoke sincerely.

"As long as you give me a little trust, I will prove that what I said is true, and I will become a powerful arm on your way to expand your territory."

Ken was still calm, but when he heard this sentence, he directly raised his eyebrows.

The animal trainer thought he had said something wrong, but saw Zhan Jing raised his hand and pressed down, and explained with a smile: "If Meng hears this sentence, he will bark his fangs at you."

The two smiled at the same time.

The soul crow jumped two steps on his shoulder, adjusted the landing point of its claws, and it could also feel that the atmosphere was starting to ease.

[The "Beast Tamer" in the team is upgraded to "Army Shaman". 】

"I am extremely honored to serve you allegiance."

He showed his hideous face after burning, and solemnly handed over a note with neat handwriting.

Ken unfolded it, and on it was the name of the beast tamer when he was in the Light Frost Tribe.

"It exists, but don't call it."

The shaman pulled down his cloak and covered his face again. After acquiring his new identity, his whole demeanor became gloomy.

"Shamans will inevitably come into contact with curses and secret words. Some lunatics in the north are trying to invade consciousness through names, and there are successful cases. I have to be cautious. From now on, only you should know about it!"

Ken unfolded his gray vision.

He thought of [Selina], a member of the Revealer organization, a woman who could spy on the heart.

Kane looked around as he crumpled and tore the note, before tossing it into the smoldering coals and burning it to curled ashes.

"Hiss, wait, when did you start preparing for this position?"

Ken suddenly thought:

During the long migration, I hunted and gathered countless times, but I never heard my name mentioned by the other party.

"It's early," the shaman admitted. "Perhaps in the dungeon? Your speech was impressive, and I will remember it for the rest of my life."

"You really are a clever prey."

"Thanks for your compliment."

[Facilities: Altar]

【Level: D】

【User: Army Shaman】

Ken stared blankly at the pumice stone spinning above his head.

They are being controlled by the shaman, absorbing the power contained in the land, and continuously shedding curtain-like purple mist.

The Cangcuo snake eggs flooded rhythmically like breathing, and swayed accordingly.

[The tribe you lead is developing, and the team configuration is gradually improving. Next, a smooth trade route is needed. 】

(End of this chapter)