Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 625 - 132 Demonic Beings_4

Chapter 625: Chapter 132 Demonic Beings_4

Elder Tang Jin’s words left the two Scepter Shaman feeling both embarrassed and annoyed.

Truth be told, the so-called servants of Medusa were indeed similar to the Buer Tribe’s Soul Wanderers, both being undead creatures, one a mummy, the other a spirit. Currently, in the Sabak Main Temple, there were two well-preserved servants of Medusa. These two servants had been left over from a very long time ago, having experienced numerous World Wars. Unlike the "Soul Wanderers", the servants of Medusa could only retain a small part of their past memories. They belonged to the holy temple’s counterespionage unit——the Religious Tribunal, and they only pledged allegiance to every Grand Priest in red and the God of War, Kampas. Whenever there was a need to capture and execute evil priests, these two robust, magic-resistant servants of Medusa would be called upon.

These taboo topics were something the Scepter Shaman could only discuss privately, definitely not to be questioned by a lower-ranking creature like an elder of the Beamon tribe. The faces of the two Scepter Shaman hardened, just about to have an outburst, but were stopped by Liu Zhenhan.

"For a thousand years, without the aid of the shamans, your Black Rhino Tribe wandered alone in this world that has been forgotten by time. The ’Soul Wanderers’ have played an indispensable role. As we are all priests, now that we know the truth, we should adapt accordingly," Liu Zhenhan waved his hand to signal the surrounding guards to put away their weapons, and revealed a smile: "Xiao Cui has a point, who says the undead can’t be virtuous? If their intentions are good, we should abandon our natural repulsion towards them."

"Especially at times like these!" Liu Zhenhan emphasized his tone: "The enemy is already approaching, why are we still having this discussion?"

"Richard, is this really appropriate? What if Lord Mourinho comes..." The two Scepter Shaman worriedly looked at Liu Zhenhan.

"The Underground World is different from the surface. If any merit is gained from being here, it would be equivalent to earning a Southern Cross Medal and all the rules do not apply here," Liu Zhenhan gestured for the two Scepter Shaman to stop talking.

"Thank you." An old and weary voice sounded in Liu Zhenhan’s mind.

Liu Zhenhan looked at the Soul Wanderer standing before him, lifting his head and looking at him, and felt a slight pain in his heart.

These spirits of the Tauren who were not accepted by their tribe, who wandered alone in desolate lands, steadfastly adhered to their duties as Taurens, showing how pure and clean they were at heart.

"Thank you for your hard work!" Liu Zhenhan bowed deeply in respect to these Soul Wanderers.

"It is said that being with them will bring great misfortune! They were cursed by the Goddess of Misfortune, Bansha Barra. Richard, look, as soon as we encountered them, we were immediately attacked by the Prehistoric Flea. You might want to think about this carefully!" The two Scepter Shaman still found this concept difficult to accept. "Why not let them assist other camps? With us joining, there would no longer be a need for their help."

"Misfortune?" Liu Zhenhan let out a forced laugh: "I have the Beast of Misfortune, why would I fear a few misfortunate undead?"

"Then it’s up to you," the two Scepter Shaman said helplessly: "Aren’t there three other camps that need assistance? Let Yi Tiao send us there for support, we don’t like the idea of being with the undead."

"That can also work, with Lord Mourinho back, adjusting to one Shaman per camp sounds good." Liu Zhenhan nodded, then turned to the Drow next to him and said: "Xiao Cui, how about you guide the way?"

"The Flame Mountain Valley that we have been guarding is situated in the worst terrain. Why send away the two Shamans? The other three camps are protected by two thousand Antelope Man warriors and are in more advantageous locations. They surely wouldn’t face issues. Every year, our location is heavily targeted!" objected the Dark Elf.

"Oh, forget it, we might as well stay here." The two Scepter Shaman vigorously shook their heads: "Just sending the two of us won’t work, there’s no way to send our followers either. The Furious Flame Continent is still so large."

At this time, Liu Zhenhan noticed a large group of Antelope Warriors carrying Metal Totem Poles gradually emerging from the darkness in the distance. These Antelope Warriors were all shriveled zombies, with sluggish steps and bodies once tall and robust now reduced to dry, dusty husks. Numerous terrifying wounds covered their bodies, with some areas even revealing charred stumps of bone; a few of them had become full skeletons, with their deep eye sockets filled up with fragmented cobwebs, that drew many screams from the surrounding girls.

"How many warriors can a Soul Wanderer resurrect?" Liu Zhenhan asked.

The Soul Wanderer on the opposite side flipped his palms back and forth.

"Eight Soul Wanderers, doesn’t that mean there are eighty zombie warriors?" Liu Zhenhan blinked: "Eighty warriors who don’t fear pain or death."

"He’s playing the fool!" commented Gude.

"Buer!" exclaimed O’Neal.

"Actually, they’re not that hard to deal with." Fat Luo rubbed his huge nose: "Just slice them in two."

"Let’s get going!" Liu Zhenhan’s eyes began to twirl around, possibly scheming up a new plan.

After encountering the Soul Wanderers, everyone had different thoughts on their minds and thus remained silent along the journey. Only Liu Zhenhan continued trying to communicate with the "Soul Wanderers". As beings in soul form can only use spiritual communication and not speech, it was like Liu Zhenhan was putting on a one-man show, with his words being understood by none of the others.