121: Chapter 4 Sharoman Sacrifice (VIP Chapter 2)_2 121: Chapter 4 Sharoman Sacrifice (VIP Chapter 2)_2 The orally transmitted “Battle Cleansing Song” of the Wolf Tribe is said to have been obtained by the Beamon sacrificing their own hands to the War God, Kampas.
The clear and resounding “Battle Cleansing Song” sung by the Beamon Shaman will trigger a rapid Berserk state in any Wolf warrior who hears the song, doubling their combat power and defense.
Normal damage will not cause any pain to the Berserk wolf warriors.
The only way for the Beamon Beast Race to combat the terrifying human mages is by going Berserk.
Only after entering the Berserk state can magic damage be reduced to an tolerable level.
The Berserk War Song employed by shamans of other races can have a similar effect, but the aftermath of the backlash is grave.
Berserk mode is a skill that only high-ranking Orc warriors can use.
Ordinary warriors can’t handle the aftermath of the Berserk.
The consequence for ordinary Beamon warriors who forcibly go Berserk is quite severe – most ordinary Beamon warriors become idiots after they undergo the transformation.
It is also strictly stipulated in the laws of the Bimon Kingdom that shamans are not allowed to use the Berserk technique to increase combat power unless it is absolutely necessary.
However, the Beamon-Headed Shamans of the Fox Tribe are the only exception.
The Battle Cleansing Song they sing has no adverse effects to worry about.
It not only inspires the fighting spirit of the wolf warriors, but it also soothes their minds, thus preventing them from suffering from the trauma of the Berserk backlash.
The senior knights of the Wolf Tribe can initiate Berserk on their own.
Once they accept the Berserk War Song performed by the Beamon-Headed Shamans, they will enter the “Double Berserk” state, receiving even more substantial power and defense, which unleashes formidable destructive power.
What’s more extraordinary, the Beamon-Headed Shamans undergo the moonlight baptism on every full moon night and their secret Battle Song can unleash effects double of the usual.
This unimaginable Berserk ability can transform the warriors of the Wolf Tribe during moonlit nights into nightmares for any enemy.
The Moonlit Berserk War Song of the Beamon-Headed Shamans can also enable the cowardly Doug Tribesmen and the Rat-Wolf people of the weak Fiber tribe to undergo synchronized Berserk, transforming these timid and weak, only capable of logistics and heavy work, into strong Half-mastiff Warriors and Rat-Wolf Warriors.
Unfortunately, this secret Battle Song only has an effect on the Wolf Tribe and its close kin from the beginning to the end and has no effect at all on other races, hence it has yet to be acknowledged by the temple or be given an honorific Shaman robe.
Beamon-Headed Men not only possess this talent, but they are also outstanding leaders and strategic commanders.
In fact, the majority of strategist positions in the Werewolf army are also held by Beamon-Headed Shamans. ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ novęlfire.net
If the Werewolf army is a sharp sword, the Beamon are the great hand that holds the sword.
In the Pan Continent so far, countless legions have claimed to be undefeated, but all the legions with a long history have to admit that the night of this world belongs only to the Werewolves, and the Werewolf army on a full moon night is an irreplaceable myth.
“Gentle Beamon officer Robert.
Baggio, at your service.” The brave werewolf bowed gracefully to Helen.
The relationship between the Shamans of Sharoman and the professional shamans of the temple is not good, because the temple still refuses to formally recognize the Sharoman Shamans as messengers of Kampas.
But seeing two War Shamans express enough respect for him, Robert felt a warmth in his heart.
Robert Baggio, it’s an honor to meet you, but due to time constraints, we need to hit the road.
We’re really sorry…” Liu Zhenhan waved to his ogre: “Let’s go~.”
“Wait a minute, two esteemed Shamans!” Beamon Robert drove his giant wolf to block the ogre, which was preparing to leave.
“What else can I do for you, dear Robert?” Liu Zhenhan’s heart fluttered.
Was it like Prince Richard, salivating over the beauty of Helen and Ning Yu, and persistently bothering them?
“I’m just a bit curious as to why there are so many Mastiffs in your followers?
Aren’t the Doug Tribe’s Mastiffs serving hard labor due to ‘exceeding control’?” Robert’s eyes aren’t like those dull goblins.
Although they are not squinting, they saw the true face of the Mastiffs long ago.
“Well…” Helen was about to explain, but Liu Zhenhan interrupted her.
“Military secret.” Liu Zhenhan said coldly, his face stiff.
This bluff left the Beamon officer dizzy and stunned.
War shamans did indeed serve in the army, but it seemed no two war shamans were ever as young as them in the whole country!
Could they be impostors?
Robert quietly wondered as he hurriedly pulled his mount to block the Ogre’s path again.
The atmosphere instantly became tense.
Gude strode forward, standing in front of Robert, glaring at the verbose Wolf officer.
Gude’s robust body was half a head taller than the Wolf sitting on his mount.
He stood blocking Robert’s line of sight entirely with his nearly equal width body.
“Once, a guy chatted on end at the entrance of the temple.
Do you know what I did?” Gude’s eyes were fixed on the wolf officer as he spoke: “I smashed him to the ground, headfirst.”