Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 862 - 195: Shaman of Divine Songs

Chapter 862: Chapter 195: Shaman of Divine Songs

A dome of clear blue sky, a primitive grassland where the warblers sang amidst lush vegetation.

The Tide Lord Gerein carried Liu Zhenhan across the vast Donau Wasteland, traversing the entire expanse gracefully.

The Donau Wasteland, spanning hundreds of thousands of square kilometers, was home to only six million Beamons. From a bird’s eye view, the sprawling green wilderness appeared even more vacant and broad.

Suddenly, Liu Zhenhan felt the scenery before him was reminiscent of southern China.

Swan High Priest Lord Mourinho, White Tiger Priest Lord Bog Camp, and several Medusa priests from Caiyu City who participated in the Olympic Altar Sacrificial Ceremony left a day later than Liu Zhenhan. However, they caught up with the flight speed of Tide Lord Gerein the next day, thanks to the outstanding flying magic pets of High Priest Lord Mourinho’s Fire Phoenix and Medusa Elder Horielle’s Liverpool Vermillion Bird.

Unlike Liu Zhenhan who simply packed his Seven-degree Gold Rings and set off, High Priest Lord Mourinho, one of the only two priests in the kingdom capable of using the "Song of Hibernation Boundary... Natasha’s Slumber," made good use of the Medusa Badges crafted from rare spatial metals. Although each badge could only carry one person, High Priest Lord Mourinho had an ample supply of Medusa Badges. Despite the weight limit, he managed to bring along a large bag with sheer number.

Liu Zhenhan witnessed firsthand why Mourinho could become a legendary priest of the kingdom. During their flight rest, Lord Mourinho always deliberately chose to land near the tents of the nomadic herders who had erected Beamon Totem Pillars.

Tents smeared with dried dung and dirt, ancient totem pillars wrapped in knotted ropes soaked with the frost of history, herders with dark complexions and anxious gazes.

Despite the fatigue of travel, the elegant High Priest Lord spared no effort in taking time out to preach Shaman doctrines and the glory of war gods to the Beamons herders, who were moved to tears, bestowing upon them his heartfelt blessings.

If he learned of ferocious beasts or bandits troubling the daily lives of these herders, Lord Mourinho would take time out to exterminate these menaces lurking within hills and caves.

These deeds might seem ordinary, but their magnitude was only truly felt through personal experience.

Through this single act of mingling with the common people, all the other priests could clearly see the gap between themselves and Lord Mourinho.

This disparity was not about the art of commanding in combat, but purely about the personal embodiment of Shaman doctrines.

Had it not been for the Swan High Priest leading by example, Liu Zhenhan would never have recognized how far from proper conduct his own actions as a priest had been. Influenced by the atmosphere within the Bimon Temple, he had inadvertently regarded the Sacred Altar Sacrificial Ceremony as a combat profession for quite some time, forgetting that he was, in fact, a genuine religious figure.

"Many wandering herders in the wilderness might only receive blessings from priests a few times in their lives. We should not forsake any chance to spread the doctrine. The light of the war god always needs someone to disperse it. A Blueback Magic Wolf or a wild bandit might seem insignificant to us, but for these herders, they represent nightmares that plague them incessantly. Helping every one of our brethren is the duty of every priest," Lord Mourinho taught every priest a poignant lesson with his wisdom, to which Liu Zhenhan listened with utmost sincerity.

Admiration aside, not everyone could emulate the Swan High Priest’s approach. After all, these herders carried a peculiar, pungent scent on their bodies. While eliminating bandits and wild beasts was but a small effort, it was somewhat reluctant for high-ranking, influential priests to explain the doctrines to illiterate Beamons.

Preaching to these ordinary nomadic herders was, in essence, the duty of the lowest rank of Wind Whisperers. In the hierarchical society of the Beamons, there were few nobles willing to lower themselves to that level, including the Swan High Priest, who would certainly never accept an invitation to enter a herder’s tent as a guest.

Liu Zhenhan had only a superficial understanding of Shaman doctrines; naturally, he wouldn’t know how to preach, but he had his own methods.

Helen, Moer, and the young Nun Joan of Arc were somewhat religiously zealous, but even when combined, they were not as popular as Liu Zhenhan alone. His method of evangelism was straightforward – giving away some living supplies to these Beamon herders.

Honey was a fairly expensive luxury. Liu Zhenhan had over a hundred Mirage Beads gifted by the Koutao Merfolk from the depths. When boiled with water, the Mirage Beads produced a kumquat-flavored honeyed water. These were stored in his ring in iron drums forged by Gray Dwarf Blacksmiths, each drum weighing four gallons, distributing one drum to each place they visited.

The weapons of the Beamon herders were quite primitive and rudimentary. Thus, Liu Zhenhan would give several human mercenary swords, shields, and daggers to each household. Given that he had brought with him an entire caravan, such human weapons became superfluous with the opening of the underground Arms Factory in Felsite.

Watching the ecstatic faces of the Beamon herders, Liu Zhenhan had an epiphany. Beyond being confined to the battlefield, the role of a priest might need a deeper interpretation. Could leading the Beamon commoners toward a better life be more practical than expounding Shaman doctrines with grand words? Compared to a sincere smile and a gaze of reverence, what should a priest strive to obtain the most?