Chapter 212: Paternity Test

Chapter 212 – Paternity Test Technique

The strength of the Zanros was a little more frightening than Heine had imagined.

Their population was also the resident population of Greenleaf Town, but they had raised three Level 5s, over fifty Level 4s and an unknown number of Level 3 combatants.

In other words, such a split-toe clan that had been squeezed into the easternmost part of the plateau was enough to sweep through the former Makara Mountains.

Theoretically the current ones could sweep it as well.

But for one thing, Heine was not martial and initiated the sneak attack.

For two, their fighting style was figured out by the players.

Thirdly, the pair of daddies treasure tools are really awesome, and the decapitation action is very effective.

However, even with all the preparation, the first round of flurry of shots killed or dropped two-thirds of the opponents.

When a hundred native fighters loaded with genin mods faced the remnants, they still couldn’t do no damage.

One could only say that the monsters of the new map were just different.

There were two main types of combat professions for the Zanros, Soul Priests and Ancestral Spirit Warriors.

Among them, the Soul Priest has a high status, and enjoys “+1 level” when fighting against the Ancestral Warrior.

In other words, a level 5 soul priest is second only to Ursa, the patriarch of the Split Toe Clan, and even more important than him in some occasions.

On the one hand, there is the diversity of priestly status.

In addition to being spell casters, they also have to juggle functions such as doctors, counselors, teachers, and so on.

This is determined by their primitive nature.

On the other hand, this was a community that had once possessed a magic net.

It was the Soul Priests who had accessed and maintained the magic net that had covered the Zan Luo Plateau in the first place, and had later stepped in to destroy it.

In other words, they were like the head self media in the era of the information explosion.

It was a filter for information and an opinion leader, so it made sense that their status would be honored.

This is determined by their advanced nature.

The Split Toe Clan only had one fifth level Soul Priest.

Below the fifth level, priests were called attendants – a title that clearly had the characteristics of the Northlands.

Ancestral warriors are called “gladiators”.

Therefore, level 4 can only be used as a soldier outside of the mountains.

For example, when Ciara brought her team here last time, the 30 year old laborer in the team, Ryan Freed, was a standard level 4 soldier from assembly line training.

He was sent to a small remote town like Godello City because he ran out of potential.

…

“In other words, you guys lost more than half of your strong men in this battle?”

Heine said with interest, “Will this have an effect on your clan?”

Farkas stole a glance at him and lowered his head without saying a word.

Heine was instantly curious.

After being scared out of his wits by Arthur, the guy was a wimp.

Not daring to speak meant the answer would offend him in his opinion.

Which means it’s not enough to hurt?

…

Mr. Xia: “It’s so urgent, I want to just tell him that Xiong Ba is the cornerstone of this clan.”

Catching Sheep: “You’d better hold back, he can realize this kind of thing on his own, so let’s not pull up the seedlings and help them grow.”

At this time, Heine frowned and asked rhetorically “Could it be that compared to your clan leader Ursa, these people are not worth mentioning?”

Catching the goat instantly said, “See, I told you he could.”

General Sa: “Brother Goat’s high opinion!”

Guardian Iris: “Brother Goat’s high opinion!”

Catch the Goat: “Yes, yes, I have high opinion!”

…

Faced with this question, Farkas didn’t dare to evade it in the slightest, and immediately nodded his head as if he were pounding garlic.

It was as if admitting it quickly and surely at this point was the same as atoning for one’s sins.

“Patriarch Ursa is the clan’s everything, Carrick and the three of them, although they were explicitly recruited by the patriarch, they were actually slaves taken captive by him at level four.”

“Captive? No wonder the individual look completely different.”

Heine pondered.

Of the three brothers, the one named Carrick was of snake blood, and the remaining one was a badger and the other a bear.

The clans of the Zanros were clearly not united by bloodlines.

“Doesn’t Ursa worry about their betrayal?” He asked.

Farkas shook his head vigorously, “No, not worried, without the clan leader’s help, they would never be able to summon the Spirit of the Ancestors.”

“Oh?”

Speaking of this, Heine was not sleepy.

“Tell me about the Ancestral Spirit Warriors.”

Farkas panicked at the sound of that and flopped to his knees.

“I have received a spirit evocation ceremony, I can not say ah, if I say it, I will die, I …… eh?”

As soon as these words came out, he himself froze first instead.

“I, I’m not dead? I’m fine?”

He touched his face in bewilderment, poked his fingers up his nostrils again, and then fumbled around his body with a wonderful expression.

“Did I really say that out loud???? Great I’m not dead!”

He yelled excitedly, not calming down until a slap spelled out in letters slapped him in the face.

“Hug, sorry …… me …… I don’t know why but I can’t believe I’m not dead!”

Heine: “You were told to keep this secret, and you’ll die if you leak it?”

“Yes!”

Farkas took a deep breath to calm his excitement, then spoke:

“Zanros are not born to communicate with their ancestors, although those royal orcs bragged about themselves that way, but I’ve never seen it.

“Most Zanros participate in the Spirit Evocation Ceremony at level four, which is both a test and a necessary process for promotion to level five ……”

…

Catch the Goat: “That said, I’ve always wanted to spit on this setting, the Zanro ancestor people have the right roots so they can shake people, we’re players, so what gives us the right to do that?”

Teacher Xia: “This you don’t know right, ancestor man is indeed a special profession for npc in the beginning, players can’t transfer, it’s added after the void disaster.”

Catch the Goat: “I know it was added later, and they also changed the base setting, saying something about being recognized through the ‘trial’ and then being able to summon the Cyber Ancestors, don’t you think that’s too forced?”

General Sa: “There’s one thing to say indeed, just that ancestor that looks like Pinkie Pie, Wei can’t even tug on a plunger as fierce as that.”

Mr. Xia: “Crap, really? I just yanked off one ……”

Wei Diankui was shocked, he almost blurted out “you can also soul suck”, but luckily he held back.

“How did you yank it off?” He asked.

…

Heine also frowned as Mr. Summer Cope gave a brief account of the battle on the blimp.

What Farkas told ……

Interesting.

“…… Usually twenty people will be present every time a spirit evocation ceremony is performed, and even if the number is reduced, it will always be in pairs.

“Next, we are taken into a cave where incense is lit and a spell is drawn on the floor. As the spells are activated, our spirits are dragged into an ancient gladiatorial arena.

“The ancestors are seated high up all around, as if a million eyes are watching us. We are to display our bravery and bloodlust as best we can.

“In the end, only half would survive, and the victors were called ‘gladiators’ and their souls were marked with a seal, so many Ancestor warriors preferred that name.

“It is the gladiators who qualify for promotion to the fifth level, and through subsequent rituals to receive the blessings of the ancestors, and the spirits of the ancestors who fought alongside them.”

Farkas looked down at his hands again and murmured:

“We are sworn to keep these secrets, and I have seen a man killed who tried to speak it; he only had time to say half of it before his soul was strangled and flowed out of his mouth, nose, and eyes, turning him into a Lost Soul, like those who fail in the ritual ……”

Heine’s heart fluttered.

There had to be an even number of participants in the ritual, and it was the Gladiator of Souls where the ritual was performed.

Those who lost would die, those who leaked would die, and both would become soul losers ……

Isn’t this the beggar’s version of the gladiator spell?
Heine: “Are all 4th level Zanjos asked to participate in a spirit evocation ceremony?”

“How is that possible ……”

Farkas shook his head, “That’s a precious ceremony, the quota is limited, only outstanding people can participate.”

“So you’re a gladiator too?”

“I …… used to think I was.”

Farkas had a complicated expression, and didn’t know whether to be grateful or ashamed.

“But now …… I’m not sure. Maybe the ancestors didn’t imprint my soul.”

“Maybe it wasn’t you.”

Heine gave him an ambiguous answer and had him escorted aside, signaling to bring up the next captive.

Soon a Zoroastrian, as strong as an ox and with horns on his head, was carried up.

He was covered with blood and looked miserable, but in reality none of these superficial wounds were fatal.

Because of their overly strong recovery ability, these three captives were handed over to Mr. Xia to deal with.

The Zan Luo Plateau didn’t even have a magic net, it was a paradise for wanted criminals.

That’s why a certain wanderer had hung out here for a long time when he was carrying seven wanted notices, practicing his skills against his ancestors.

Bone picking and tendon breaking, expertly done.

The professionalism of his technique and the skill with which he handled it left Dylan in awe.

Whereas an Ancestor Man only had one or more Ancestral Spirits than a Warrior, there was no difference in the nature of combat.

That’s why they couldn’t move after having their tendons picked and their bones torn apart.

This bullhorn man still had a lot of spirit, and as soon as he saw Sa General, he cursed in the common language:
“Shameless coward! Lowly wild dog! Despicable scoundrel!”

Mr. Xia couldn’t help but exclaim, “Crap, he knows quite a few words!”

And then studied silently.

Heine, on the other hand, looked curiously at Mr. Sa:
“What did you do with him?”

Mr. Sa outwardly typed in a cloudy manner:
“Nothing, he can’t afford to lose.”

But behind his back, he storms out!
“Fuck, he jumped in the air and shook his dad out, I don’t have all the skills, what else can I do? I’m sure I’ll do a backward jump up the tree and close the door on the sheep! Is there a problem?”

“Close the door and let the sheep out?”

Sheepcatcher was momentarily confused.

He couldn’t actually tell if Sa was always cursing himself as a dog or praising him as his cyber-righteous father.

Had the brothers’ attack techniques evolved to this?
…

Heine didn’t give the other man a chance to continue his foul mouth as he asked directly:

“Tell me the details of your participation in the Spirit Evocation Ceremony when you were promoted.”

The big man with the bullhorn first froze, then laughed out loud:

“Despicable foreigner, don’t dream, there’s no way you can know these secrets! Don’t think that you’re not a redneck after defecting to the dwarves and elves, you’re just a dog they raised after all!”

Heine laughed, ignoring his self-righteous suspicions.

“But I already know part of it.”

He pointed to Farkas next to him, “He just told me all about it.”

“Heh …… You believe the words of a coward, deserter and liar?”

“Farkas.” Heine looked over, “Tell me again.”

Farkas didn’t dare to look the bullhorn man in the eye, and lowered his head as he flew through the story.

As soon as he spoke, the contempt in the bullhorn man’s eyes disappeared.

He remembered for a moment who the other man was – yes, there seemed to be a young gladiator who looked like this.

He was first angry, then shocked, and finally fearful.

“How …… how did this happen? How could he tell this secret, the ancestors will punish the leaker, he ……”

Before he could finish his words, he suddenly trembled violently.

It was as if he was going through a torture!
“Ho ah ah ah ah–“

Gelatinous soul matter soaked in blood gushed out from his mouth and nose.

The chamber was silent.

The last time I saw this scene was when True-Naga drank the Soul Loss Water.

Soon, the bullhorn man had completely stopped moving.

Heine had expected this, and he immediately looked at the other two captives.

Flathead and Carrick.

They were both awake.

This is what Heine purposely showed them.

Sure enough, both of the “tough guys” had a look of intense shock on their faces.

They were no longer so ready to die as they were at the beginning.

Heine smiled, “I’m going to talk to both of you, just not here.”

……

Lumberyard on the northern outskirts of Greenleaf Township. This was already the Aster Leaf Court’s office in Greenleaf Town, with a small Giant Eagle’s Nest, and next to it was a simple apron that was specially repaired for Heine.

In front of the gladiatorial arena spell, Heine let that Pinkie Pie lie up.

Flathead thought he was going to die and laboriously tilted his neck:

“I ……”

“Don’t say anything for a while, be careful of death coming out of your mouth.”

Pingtou brother still wanted to struggle, Mr. Xia went up and stabbed the freshman dagger into his mouth.

As for why he didn’t use the withering dagger ……

Ever since he learned that Ms. Daelin lived inside, his mindset had changed a bit.

Everything was ready, and Heine called on the metahuman soldiers to work, while staring intently.

Through Farkas’s statement and the tragedy that happened to Niugaku, it was basically proved that the Ancestor’s “Soul Curse” was in effect:
Before the fifth level, in the Zanzibar Plateau, if you leak information, you will die, but in the mountains of Makara, you will not.

This is another proof of the “shielding theory”.

After level five, with the shielding in effect, the bullhorn died.

The reason for this can only be attributed to his “Ancestor’s Spirit”.

It was this part of the supernatural power with the duty of supervision that killed him.

There is no way to block it out.

As for Carrick the Serpent, his ancestral spirit was yanked off by Heine and Mr. Xia in a joint effort.

As a result, Pinkie Pie was the only “intact” individual among the three.

Heine was going to send the other to the Career Hall and find out everything she wanted from him.

The silver arena appeared, but he was the only one who could see it.

But even so, Pinkie Pie, who was in it, was filled with shock!

He struggled to speak, but was held down by death.

Soon, he was unable to speak.

The rich color of blood was stripped from his soul, and the smell of blood filled the entire cave.

This was clearly the power that had been squeezed out of Flathead’s soul.

But in the eyes of the Yuanling soldiers, these were impurities.

Heine summoned the Ghost Horse, only for it to say it doesn’t eat this.

“You’re really a picky eater ……”

He had to use his spiritual power to compress this power.

But where to receive it?

The first few times it was separated there was someone on site to pick it up.

Once from the winds of Sabellia, and once from the spiritual power of Squidward.

Now this stuff’s saved ……

Heine simply took out the bottle that held the rage and tried to pour it in.

Luckily, the two sides were clearly separated.

A red liquid lay still at the bottom of the bottle, out of place with the black hair around it.

Soon, this “stripping operation” is basically over.

This time, the consumption of spiritual energy is particularly large, Heine was almost drained.

He had just poured down a bottle of recovery potion, when this sudden scene in front of him shocked everyone – – the huge silver soul body exploded, and three illusory silver souls were successively rooted into it.

The huge silver soul body exploded, and three illusory silver souls were successively inserted into the spell formation.

Good lord, triplets?
However, what was even more shocking was that two of these souls looked completely different from Brother Flathead!
The latter was a badger, and the first two one was a horse and one was a cow ……

Teacher Xia: ‘Holy shit, the ancestors of the ancestors… does this also involve evolution?’

Catching sheep: “What kind of evolution is this …… I think we should do a paternity test okay.”

Seeing that Heine was about to enter the phalanx, Catching Sheep hurriedly stepped forward:
“I also want to go in.”

“And me.”

“Me.”

Guardian Kite, on the other hand, floated a 「+1」 to Heine.

Heine cried and laughed:

“Together then.”

He instructed Todd next to him to keep an eye on the captives, and led the group into the phalanx himself.

……

Inside the gladiatorial arena.

Three Zangaroos descended from the sky, and Maharishi immediately greeted them warmly.

“Hello guys, what a coincidence, dying on the same day?”

“Administrator, it’s time to change your chatting style.”

The head floating next to him snickered.

This was the Ring Spirit of the Flight Ring, the Flight Sergeant Tag who lived in Veritas Sector 88 decades ago.

This was obviously a guy who could come around and had already called Maharaja his brother.

“Where is this?”

Flathead looked around warily, and when he turned around and saw the two men standing behind him, he was startled and jumped!
“Who are you guys!?”

However, the two souls acted muddled, only cowering and taking two steps back without responding.

“It seems your friends aren’t as lucid as you are, did they come from some piece of equipment?”

Nobita enthusiastically explained, “But it’s okay, they’ll recover after living here for a long time, I’m the administrator here …… Ughhhh, why are you hitting people!?”

Nobita was knocked down by Flathead Mang coming up with a punch.

The latter was barely level four at this point, not as strong as Nobita, but his fighting skills were far superior to his opponent’s.

Seeing this, Tag hurriedly shouted “I’ll go get help” and slipped away.

Seeing that his opponent was so unfit to fight, Flathead went berserk and was about to come forward to tear his opponent apart when he was suddenly forced back by an arrow.

Not only that, but the wind seems to be unwelcoming for a moment.

The winds of the forest blew from all directions, pushing and shoving to immobilize him in place.

Pinto roared, “Who! Come out and fight one on one if you can!”

“That’s what you said.”

An elf stepped out of the forest.

It was none other than Sabelia, who had been transferred to fourth level by Heine after the last conversation.

After reconciling with himself and regaining his strength as a result, Jungle Wind did not seek out Nobita to collect his debt.

Those things were in the past.

And as he became normal, he got along with Nobita much more normally.

“You’re just in time, give him a good beating!”

Da Xiong immediately rolled over and hid behind him.

“Be careful, this Zan Luo man is very powerful!”

Saberia pulled the corner of her mouth and looked up at the other party.

“Now that you’re here, settle down, you’ll never get another chance to leave.

“If you’re polite enough, this guy will not only tell you where this place is, he’ll build you a house.”

Flathead frowned.

He could see that his opponent was a strong foe.

And this place …… reveals eccentricity everywhere.

Something strange also gradually floated out of the forest.

Several silver flying heads, and a …… what is this thing? A soft-bodied monster?
“It’s a sweet soul!”

Lyezabo suddenly screamed strangely and charged.

These new visitors gave it a completely different feeling, and it might just be able to suck the power out of them and make its own escape!

Let me suck it!

However, the speeding it ran headlong into the black skeleton that suddenly appeared.

“It’s you!?”

Brother Octopus’ soul flew away in fear.

But without waiting for it to escape, Wei Diankui raised her hand and was nine skin plungers, pulling it into a sea urchin.

“What’s going on here, why does it look like a fight?”

Mr. Sa couldn’t help but wonder, “Do you have the feeling that this looks similar to the way you control Pingtou?”

Wei Temple Iris: “Indeed, then the question comes, how did Mr. Xia rip it off?”

Mr. Xia: “I don’t know ah, Heine ripped it off.”

Catch the goat: “Stop playing for a while and look at the main event.”

They secretly exchanged words, but it could look different to Pingtou.

Four skeletons suddenly appeared, then walked towards themselves in unison.

Flathead immediately looked like an enemy.

He habitually looked behind …… him at the cows and horses.

The courage that had just been raised instantly dissipated.

No, where are my father and grandfather?

At that moment Heine’s voice rang in his heart.

“Why do your two ‘ancestors’ look like this?”

The skeleton stopped as well.

Pinto was shocked, “Who …… are you? What do you mean?”

Heine: “I’m the master here, where you don’t need to worry about being killed by the rules if you leak, because you’re already dead.”

Flathead was silent.

Although he had guessed it long ago, he was still a bit unwilling.

“Are you a soul priest too?” He asked.

“Why do you say that?”

“What I felt before I died …… was very similar to a spirit summoning ceremony, but then we were summoned into a gladiatorial arena, not a forest like this.”

“Well …… actually this is also a gladiatorial arena. Never mind, let’s not talk about that, look back at your ‘ancestral spirits’, do you recognize them?”

Pinto turned back to the pair of bulls and horses.

He himself was thick and long necked, and this long haired Zoroastrian that looked like a horse was even thicker than his neck.

Horsemen and Deermen were plentiful in the highlands, but most were centaurs.

Two legged ones like this one ……

And so on!

He suddenly recalled that on the day he participated in the Spirit Summoning Ceremony, the number of people was an odd number, and he simply took on two enemies by himself ……

Doesn’t the extra one just happen to be these two guys?
His heart sank, and he immediately looked at the guy next to him with the bull’s horns.

A broken horn ……

“No …… impossible, what I summoned was clearly my father and grandfather, how could it be these two people? The two of them are losers that were killed by my own hands, how could it be them!?”

Pinto broke down and roared, grabbing the bullhorn man by the neck.

As for the horse man …… s neck, it was too thick for him to grip.

But when he shouted this, everyone did know.

Everyone in the room had heard of the Ancestral Spirit Warriors of Zanro, and they were in deep thought.

General Sa: “What do you mean, the ancestors summoned by the Ancestor Man are all imposters, meaning that the genealogy can be recognized indiscriminately?”

Catch the Goat: “But this makes the player’s Ancestors make sense instead. There is also an explanation on the forums that the so-called ancestors are fantasized by the ancestor man himself, for example, the father’s words are the father he remembers, so the higher up you go the less words you have to say.”

Mr. Xia: “Huh? Then wouldn’t all the ancestral man’s ethical jokes be uncollectable?”

Mr. Sa: “That’s a bit of an odd focus for you, but I did hear that the higher the generation the worse the memories or something.”

While the crowd was either explicitly or implicitly talking, Pinto finally regained his composure.

Instead of recovering, it was better to say that his heart was as if it was dead.

“Are you still there?” He asked.

Heine: “What are you trying to say?”

“I will tell you the beginnings of the evocation ceremony, but until then, you will have to deal with the threat from the highlands.

“I don’t want me to tell my secret to a dead man, and I still want your answer.”

Heine wondered, “Aren’t these one hundred men all of your riders?”

“Yes, but we also have the patriarch Ursa, who will come himself.”

Heine was startled, “Does he have a mount?”

Pinto: “No, but we have gliders we stole from the dwarves. If he is determined to come, none of you can stop him. Whether you’ve defected to the dwarves or the elves, go get help.”

This was indeed a problem.

Heine’s brow furrowed in calculation.

He grouped the message to the four skeletons.

“Can you deal with Ursa?”

The routine did normalize, but the brain didn’t seem to wake up when the person did, and the efficiency sucked, but it’s finally getting better, so I’ll try to update by 6pm tomorrow!

(End of chapter)