Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 211 - 1: Complete Wilderness (Free) & Chapter 2: Sharoman’s Ceremony _3

Chapter 211: Chapter 1: Complete Wilderness (Free) & Chapter 2: Sharoman’s Ceremony _3

Upon seeing a few beautiful ladies also watching them, these neatly-arranged and shining-armored soldiers all politely saluted with the curved knives in their hands.

This was a brave Wolf Clan, riding enormous wild wolves, their ranks neatly formed, the giant wolves beneath them without a single stray hair, robust and exceptional.

The insignia of a giant wolf clutching a lightning bolt and the colorful ostrich feather plumes adorning their helmets indicated they were from the Wolf Tribe’s regular army, the "Mig Legion".

Unlike human kingdoms, due to the scarce mineral resources in the Beamon Kingdom, metal badges were seldom awarded. Therefore, the Beamon soldiers developed another custom - to place a single white ostrich feather in their helmets. After intense battles, this feather can be dyed with the blood of their enemies, thus proving their bravery.

Shamans too can insert ostrich feathers into their arms to serve as the same proof.

The meaning of these feather badges is clear, for instance, Lord Mourinho, mentor to the Serpent beauty Cui Beixi, wore an Undying Fire Phoenix feather on his arm, which alone could keep at bay many who harbor provocative intentions.

For example, Uncle Yorksha, the captain of the Bog Village militia, his helmet has a black ostrich feather plume - not because he had hunted the fearsome human-faced black spider or marsh black turtle, but because it’s been smeared with muddy-gray clay - it’s dirty. For such quality, judging from the feather badge, it’s undoubtedly one asking for trouble.

The ostrich feather plumes of these werewolf soldiers have red and blue, but not a single one of them has a helmet with a white feather fluttering.

The ogre Karu’s legs were shaking uncontrollably. He noticed several wolf warriors coldly sizing up his thick neck. The tail feathers on those wolves’ heads were blue - the color of an ogre’s blood.

"Hello! Honored Shaman!" A valiant-looking werewolf officer urged the giant wolf slowly out of the lineup with his boot spurs. His hands were in his pockets, his entire body held straight, raising a greeting to Liu Zhenhan and Helen, both attired in the white robes of War Shaman without diverting his gaze.

"May the God of War bless you, my Wolf warrior," Liu Zhenhan amicably replied like an elder.

"May I ask why you all have come to the Bering Mountains?" The wolf officer nodded at the others in the vehicle, and his giant wolf snorted at the ogre.

"Bering Mountains?" Liu Zhenhan was stunned. The Wolf Tribe was one of the six noble tribes, besides jointly defending against the threat from the human kingdom in front of them alongside the Fox Tribe. The Wolf Tribe’s southern flank was the Bering Mountains, and Southern Cross Star Forest was an extension of the Bering Mountains, meaning they had been traveling almost a whole month and had somehow veered off course.

Liu Zhenhan looked at Helen, her face was also red.

"I’ve never been to such a distant place....Didn’t I say...I’m just a country..." Helen mumbled softly.

"Obischillaci!" Liu Zhenhan knocked on his head. This joke had gone too far. How did he end up at the southeast border while heading for the southern Pier Tribe’s settlement?

"Where are you two honorable shamans off to?" The wolf officer looked curiously at the two soul shamans.

"We are on our way to the Southern Cross Star Forest for a trial mission." Helen smiled embarrassedly at the wolf officer.

"Southern Cross Star Forest?" The wolf officer was taken aback, he stared at the two war shamans’ white robes, full of uncertainty.

Are they so young and already promoted to Scepter Shaman? Am I dreaming? The wolf officer stood there dumbfounded, the Wolffolk warriors behind him also began whispering to each other.

"Strength and rank are not proportional, my dear Wolffolk warrior," Liu Zhenhan said in a somewhat edgy tone.

He found this wolf to be truly arrogant. After talking for a long time, his hands were still stuck in his pockets.

This detail really annoyed him.

"Your teaching is really useful!" The wolf officer nodded, extended a hand, and pointed in the direction of the forest: "This is actually also the edge of the Southern Cross Star Forest. If you follow the edge of the forest for a few more days, you will reach the main part of the Southern Cross Star Forest. This is only the Bering Mountains, the magical beasts here are far from comparing to the excellent ones in the Southern Cross Star Forest."

Liu Zhenhan and Helen were both captivated by his hand. This was a hand that did not belong to the robust Wolffolk. It was thin, and the skin was dry and withered, in stark contrast to the wolf officer’s healthy and ruddy face.

"A Sharoman Shaman?" The nearby Helen’s voice was a little off-tune due to her excitement.

Liu Zhenhan was also taken aback.

By Kampas! Is this the legend of the wolf tribe? Is this a Beimon Sharoman Shaman?

The Beimon tribe and the wolf tribe are directly related by blood, they are an indispensable part of the Wolf Clan. Despite being born with a disability - withered hands, the strong-willed Beimon are the Wolf tribe’s natural shaman. The Wolf Clan typically refers to these shamans, who are not recognized by the Elder Temple, as Sharoman Shaman or "our Sharoman". Beimon Shaman are the only shamans who can be recognized as qualified shamans by the Beamons without undergoing temple trials.

The wolf tribe’s orally transmitted "Battle Cleansing Song" is said to have been exchanged by the Beimon people sacrificing their own hands to the God of War, Kampas.

The Beimon Shaman’s resounding "Battle Cleansing Song" will make every wolf warrior who hears it quickly go berserk, both their combat abilities and defenses increase twofold, ordinary injuries will not make the berserk wolf warriors feel any pain.