Chapter 218: Full of Sincerity

Chapter 218: Full of Sincerity
Watching the Warrior Brother’s skill in summoning Battle Spirits gradually become more skillful, a few skeletons soured.

Mr. Sa: “It’s horns, wings, aura, and battle soul, who in the hell can tell he’s a warrior? Is this some kind of meat pigeon game, please? Does this make sense?”

Catch the Goat: “There’s one thing, rogue like is an offshoot genre of rpgs, and appearing here …… kinda makes sense?”

Mr. Xia: “Who cares if it’s reasonable or not, I just want to know where to get such a handsome double?”

Mr. Sa: “Don’t you even have Daelin?”

Mr. Xia: “Get lost!”

…

Soon, Heine got the first hand parameters of the “War Soul”.

First of all, this war soul was bound to the warrior brother himself, and was composed of soul mass.

But not from Arthur, but from the environment of the mountains of Makara.

So it’s not hard to imagine that in order to use it outside, you have to activate the Soul Lift.

There’s still a long way to go before Heine figures out the rune set of the Soul Tiki Lamp, so no meta-printing is possible.

If you want the Warrior Brother to go out in the field, you’ll have to gouge out the core components of the Tiki Lamp to make a belt.

The Warrior Soul is then similar in appearance to the Spirit of the Ancestors, but weaker across the board.

This was probably due to the fact that the Spirit of the Ancestors had the power of blood in it to support it.

And so by the same token, when the Warrior Brother activated his blood breath, burned his blood, and bathed in blood-colored flames ……

The Warrior Spirit was bullish now!

After testing, the Warrior Soul in this state was equal in strength to its contributor, Carrick.

That is to say, fifth level strength.

It could also leave the Warrior Brother’s body by more than ten meters for a mid-range strike.

Finally, the main event.

It could likewise perform soul defense.

And a battle soul injury doesn’t affect the Warrior Brother himself.

Because it was in the mountains of Makara, with a constant supply of Yuan material to replenish it, it recovered extremely quickly.

After arriving outside, it was estimated that it would also need the cooperation of the Soul Lift Lamp.

Theoretically, as long as the recharge stone was given enough, and the speed of the revitalized spirit embers kept up, the battle soul would not be able to be defeated by the soul shock.

Battle souls were not highly intelligent, retaining only basic combat skills and biological instincts.

Heine and Dylan agreed that this was due to Carrick’s inability to withstand the “contamination”.

His ancestor’s spirit was violently separated, and his soul mass was refined into a single essence by a toilet plunger, while the rest of his flesh and blood entered his body with his battle consciousness.

As he entered the dream world, he sank into this tainted consciousness, and most of his sentience disappeared.

So Arthur was sort of his savior.

As to whether such a battle spirit with little intelligence can continue to grow and learn Arthur’s fighting skills.

It still needs to be followed up and observed.

In short, although the battle spirit was inferior to the Spirit of the Ancestors in all aspects, it came to be comfortable and easy to use.

And it’s like what Brother Warrior said:
Rushing to overgrasp something without understanding it will only lead to trouble.

Combat is still one step at a time.

After the test, Heine called Arthur and Mr. Xia together and assigned them a mysterious task.

……

……

Zan Luo Plateau, Split Toe Clan.

For most of the members of the clan, it was a night of terror.

They simply slept, and when they woke up, they saw…

The clan leader was gone, and so was the soul priest.

And that’s not all.

The battle between Urza and Lloyd took place in the most bustling area of the territory on weekdays, nearly destroying half of the bazaar.

And even more sensational things happened in the barracks – two entire patrols, and only two survived.

The men guarding the armory also died, but nothing was lost?

–In fact, the three of them went in to take a stroll and found that the Split Toe Clan was much poorer than they had imagined.

Thinking about it, this place is divided and chaotic, there is no magic network coverage, naturally there is no Lion King’s people to use the void sac to trade.

How could there be good things in such a relatively primitive place?

Catching sheep can’t help but lament, “No wonder Mr. Xia didn’t remind us to come to the armory to take a look, dare I say it’s not necessary”.

The other two agreed.

…

Almost everyone connected the incident at the barracks with the invasion a day earlier.

It was obvious that it was retaliation from the other side.

An act of pure retaliation.

Chaos and panic spread like a plague.

Because all the strongest people in the clan above level five had died, and all the living forces of level four had been given away, the remaining ones who were not even qualified to participate in the Spirit Summoning Ceremony had instead become the meat and potatoes.

Dozens of Ursa’s sons and their advocates also acted.

The oldest of these was only seventeen years old, and there were two of them. The youngest, still in diapers, had a bucketful.

They had all inherited the good blood of Ursa, and now it was time to lift the seals from their heads and stand up as real men!

With the mountain over their heads removed, it was time to sweep away the weakness and be themselves!
So, these guys argued in the name of “discussing the future” in the king’s tent.

“If I were to say, we should make young master Bahuk the head of the clan now, he’s seventeen years old, he’s just the right age!”

“Bullshit, I’ll choose Captain Ruhlman, he’s the head of the army!”

“A loser who can’t even participate in the Spirit Summoning Ceremony, just like a wild dog, what qualifications does he have to be on stage?”

“All shut up, if you ask me, if you want to be the clan leader, first find the weapon of the Ursa clan leader!”

The one who spoke was an old man with white hair.

He was the father of the late Priest of Souls and one of his attendants.

Because of the “patricide complex” of the Zoroastrians, after his son’s achievements surpassed his own, he had to serve tea and water to the other.

When the priest went to trouble Lloyd, he didn’t take him with him, and now he’s the only fourth level attendant left in the clan.

His words caused the scene to fall silent.

Joking aside, where to find Ursa’s weapons?
They didn’t even understand how the clan leader died, and Lloyd’s last-minute banishing spell made everyone around him walk away.

Just then, there was a sudden thud overhead, followed by a blood-soaked figure crashing through the tent and falling from the sky!

Everyone froze.

Not only because of this powerful, terrifying, aura that was no less than Ursa’s.

It was also because of the blood-colored sharp claw gloves he wore on his hands.

Say what you will ……

Wasn’t this the clan leader’s weapon?

Everyone present was silenced and looked at each other.

Suddenly, the tent’s curtain was lifted, and a Zanero pushing a cart creaked in.

Someone with sharp eyes recognized this guy and immediately exclaimed:
“Fa, Farkas? You’re even alive?”

At these words, the surroundings immediately whispered.

“Farkas? Who is that ……”

“A flying dragon rider who participated in the Spirit Summoning Ceremony ……”

“Then he wasn’t a day ago ……”

Listening to these murmurs, Farkas smiled somewhat awkwardly.

Not only was he not dead, he was a captive and had personally brought his enemies over.

Because of his outstanding bi-lingual mastery, he had also become Arthur’s translator.

Of course, this kind of task obviously doesn’t work well with just Arthur alone.

There was also a sneaky Mr. Summer tagging along.

Although he couldn’t understand Orcish, he had a translator.

As an elf with a long lifespan, Daelin was trilingual.

Thus, such a team with a lean staff but everything was formed.

Farkas pulled the cart aside and took a deep breath, then recalled the lines Heine had taught him.

“Let me introduce you all, this is our new patriarch, his name is Arthur.”

The words were like a splash of water in boiling oil, and it instantly exploded.

One of the bottom line queries was:

“He’s human, right? How can-“

A bloody silhouette emerged from behind Arthur and swept over everyone with indifferent eyes.

Okay, problem solved.

But not completely solved.

Judging by the looks in each of these men’s eyes, they were all mulling over some bold ideas.

For the Zoroastrians have no fear of death.

While that didn’t make them completely oblivious to all threats, they were much more likely to take risks when threatened.

That’s when enough profit is needed to back it up.

Seeing that the situation was the same as what that chief had explained to him, Farkas sighed inwardly.

Being counted to death by the other party.

He continued:

“Please don’t misunderstand, first of all, I swear on my father’s name that this Mr. Arthur is not the killer of the patriarch.

“As for what happened, where he came from, and why he got the patriarch’s weapon, I will explain afterward.

“Before that, I want to briefly describe the …… sincerity of his power’s alliance with us.”

Farkas opened the crates on the cart and knocked them over one by one.

Clatter.
The neatly yards of gold bars tumbled to the ground.

The eyes of each mind disappeared.

The splash of gold color made each of their eyes clear, and greedy.

(End of chapter)