Academic Gathering with Lich Colleagues

Chapter 592 Saha Zane's Battle Cry

There is an endless desert. Geographically, it is the outer desert of an ancient land called Sahazahn.So far, no human beings have set foot in the barren land. As one of the four major nodes of the magic net, the earth node, even spellcasters seldom set foot on that land.For nearly a hundred years her only guests have been the Weave Constructor Scholar, with the permission of her master.

The Black Dragon Priest and his ancient clan were once the rulers of this land.

But now, the ancient human race that lost the dragon is just a tribe of barbarians struggling to survive in the desert.

The two-meter-tall tribal warriors in animal skins were whispering about the new outsider brought by the leader.

"There must be something wrong with that weak shaman. He is always huddled in his hut. Except for Little Man and the leader, no one knows what he is. Maybe he is a sharp-toothed rat in disguise."

"I think he is more of a burden. He doesn't help hunt, but enjoys our food and bed. You should really look at his high-spirited appearance. He is a shameful liar!"

"No! He is a goblin! I have seen it with my own eyes. He used a staff to perform witchcraft on our warriors. He made the meat rot and the children died of disease. I warned the chief, but he would not listen to me."

"The leader has been bewitched. Haven't you noticed that our herd's route has changed? We are going deep into the desert, and we are approaching the land of the monster. We will be sacrificed, we will be killed."

Marne is one of the few newborn children of the barbarian tribe. His parents were killed by wolves while hunting. Similar orphans will be taken care of by the tribe.And his new task is to take care of the mysterious shaman in the new topic.

No one knew who he was, and even Ma En, who took care of him, was full of doubts about the old man who wore a black robe all day long. He wore a terrifying mask, which made Ma En afraid to look him in the eyes.

He came from a very powerful tribe and was cast aside, and that was all that Omro told Mann.

Ma En got into the remote small tent with the clay pot in his arms. Omro's residence was much cleaner than the rumored voodoo hut, and it could even be called simple, while Omro squatted beside his bed, calm meditation.

Although Omro is a strange old man, he is a weird man with a lot of knowledge. Man feels that staying with him can learn something called "wisdom", and he has other ideas.Born with a weak body, Ma En is only a short man of 1.7 meters. It is difficult for him to become a hunting warrior, and waste will not get food.

Marne wants to learn voodoo and become a shaman respected by leaders like Omro.

"I've said it many times, I'm not a shaman and I don't know voodoo."

After getting into the tent, Ma En heard Omro's complaint again, Ma En only regarded it as his hiding place, put the clay pot in front of him, and watched him stir the contents inside.

"Then how did you find the puddles in the crevices of the rocks and the sand horned lizards, these two things are not common in the desert."

"I heard it, I saw it."

"Can the shaman perceive these things in the ashes? That's amazing."

"I can see those things without the ashes. As I said, I don't know how to cast spells." Omuro emphasized again irritably.Looking at the white-gray slime in the clay pot, Omuro seemed to be in a better mood.

"The homogenate of animal bones and cordyceps is well cooked, and the graininess is very small. You are very meticulous, Ma En."

Ma En laughed, stepped over the brazier and sat beside Omuro. When Omro was in a good mood, the terrifying aura gathered around him would disappear. This was discovered by Ma En himself.

"What are these for? Medicine or poison?"

Omuro reached out and grabbed a bit of white homogenate, and put it on the brazier with his arm to roast.

"The closer you get to Sahazahn, the size and strength of the beast will continue to increase. You are too weak now. If you want to survive, you need some opportunistic tricks. This is paint, reach out."

Ma En obediently stretched out his bronze arm, and Omuro smeared his arm with his sticky hands, outlining a few primitive and rough lines, like the claw marks left by a wild beast, with a kind of wildness beauty.

"War pattern, the predecessor of rune literature, knowledge that appeared earlier than any knowledge, because it appeared before the birth of writing. Forget it, you can't understand it anyway, remember these patterns, Marne, and then yourself Draw it on the other arm."

"Yes, Master."

Marne took this as Omuro's first teaching, and looked at the pattern on his left hand seriously.The baked paste is not very hot, it will have a cool feeling on the skin, and the viscous paint will gradually become smooth as it cools, making it easy to apply.

"I'm done!" Marne did have a talent for drawing, and it didn't bother him to draw the battle pattern on the other arm.He waved his arms excitedly, showing off to Omro.

"It's okay, Marne, call now."

"what?"

"Call it, whatever you want."

"Ah~" Ma En yelled, because the voice was a little out of tune at the end, which made the voice weird. He looked at Omro, a little embarrassed.

"Speak up!!! Didn't you eat meat!!!"

Omuro's roar for no reason startled Mann.

"No!!! I didn't eat meat today!!!" The desire for meat caused Marne's scream to erupt in the small tent.In the roar, Ma En discovered his abnormality. The two arms covered with battle patterns became hot, as if they were on fire. The blood passing through the arms seemed to be ignited, and the excitement was transmitted to his brain.

This is, the feeling of power!Ma En feels that he can tear the giant sand scorpion with his hands now, and the joy of becoming stronger makes Ma En extremely happy.

"Omuro! I've become stronger...Huh?" Five seconds after the roar stopped, the state of full power disappeared.

Roaring can inspire the power of war patterns? !
"Drink!!!" "Ha!!!!" "Ah!!!" "Ah!!!"

Omuro sat where he was, watching the kid yell and punch the air.

Until Ma En was tired from playing, and lay down on the ground out of breath.

"It seems that you understand the role of war patterns."

Ma En nodded, "War pattern can strengthen my strength, only in the process of roaring. But why must roaring have power?"

Omuro's tone was flat, "This is the price of gaining strength. Howling in battle can intimidate the enemy, boost morale, and gain strength. Isn't it beautiful."

"But it's a bit tiring..."

"You won't be tired when you die."

Ma En couldn't refute that Omro did show his magic. This kind of battle pattern smearing is the most effective power that the tribe can grasp at present, and it can be quickly transformed into combat power. It is everyone's habit to roar in battle.

"Omro, do you have a name for this method? How should I introduce it to the patriarch."

"This kind of battle pattern has its name, it is called... the slave battle pattern. Because in my former tribe, this kind of war pattern will only be drawn on the body of beasts and slaves. It is a way of entertainment for us. "

"...Smear the beast, what kind of monster was your former tribe, Omuro? Can this kind of battle pattern be applied to the whole body? Will it increase your power?"

"Yes, smearing all over your body will also burn your brains and turn you into a bloodthirsty lunatic."

"...I remembered the side effects."

Omuro waved his hand and turned his back to Marne.

"Get lost, this battle pattern is enough for your next hunt. Ma En, I will leave the work of drawing the battle pattern to you."

"Huh?" Ma En was a little panicked when he was suddenly given such a heavy responsibility. "Leave it to me? But, but I just learned and succeeded once. What if I make a mistake?"

"Then some miserable wretch will die, by your mistake."

Mann shuddered.

"Why don't Omro do it yourself, you must be better than me, and in this way, those clansmen will not speak ill of you, as long as they understand your role."

"Speak bad things? Only fools will slander in secret, and the strong will hold on to themselves, so you don't have to tell me such stupid things in the future. I don't care what they think of me, they will kneel down to me sooner or later. Don't do this simple job of smearing battle patterns Find me, I have more important things to do."

Mann sat obediently on the side.

"Is it more important work to rot the food of the tribe and extract the souls of children?"

"I left enough food for you to fill your stomachs. Too much harvest will only make you slack. Now that the fighting spirit is gone, I can only use survival oppression. As for extracting the soul, the little guy is already critically ill, let him be released in advance It would not be so painful. I just simplified the process of throwing the sick and weak into the wilderness."

"You will understand later that the harvest I am doing now is for our future."

Ma En raised the curtain of the tent and glanced at Omro before leaving.

"I don't know what Omro thinks, even if you are going to sacrifice your people and perform terrible rituals, but you do bring hope of survival to my people."

"I just hope... Omro, if you need to harvest the lives of the people next time, you can start with me. I am an orphan, and no one will care."

Marne is gone.

Ormhead looked back to the past.

……

As the storm tore the ground, young men climbed the ridge in the torrential rain.

Lightning illuminated the scales of the monster, and those golden snake eyes became the sun in the darkness.

The black dragon looked at the humans in front of him with contempt in his eyes.

"You are the strongest fighter in your tribe? It's ridiculous, you and your tribe dare to fool me!"

Facing the giant dragon, the thin human stood in the storm, motionless.

"I have completed your trial! Then I am naturally qualified to be devoured by you! Monster! Eat me! Remember your promise, you promised to protect my tribe!"

The black dragon was surprised. He crawled out of the cave, surrounded by men with his ferocious body, and the man and the dragon looked at each other in the rainstorm.

"This courage is indeed qualified to be a warrior. But are you really not afraid? Your family will lose you forever."

"I am an orphan, the tribe raised me, and I will give everything for it."

The black dragon spread its wings, and the dragon's roar drowned out the thunder.

"Hahahahaha, it's really interesting, it's a perfect match!!!"

"Very good! You are a proud warrior like me, you and I, we will be the most suitable comrades-in-arms."

"Brave, you will be an ally of Ormheide, the dragon of war! Be my dragon priest! My family!"

"Join me and become the wrath of the world!"

(End of this chapter)