The only way the Beamon Beast Race could fight against the formidable human mages was by going Berserk.
Only when a warrior enters a berserk state can the damage by magic be reduced to an acceptable level.
Although the berserk war song used by shamans of other races can have similar effects, the consequences of the backfire from going berserk are severe. Berserk is a skill that only high-ranking Beast Race warriors can use. Ordinary warriors simply cannot bear the aftermath of berserk. If an ordinary Beamon warrior is forced into a berserk state, the consequences are serious. The vast majority of ordinary Beamon warriors will become idiots after experiencing berserk.
The laws of the Bimon Kingdom also strictly stipulate that unless it is a last resort, shamans are not allowed to cast Berserk to increase combat power.
But the Beamon-headed Shaman of the Sharoman Tribe is the only exception. Their Battle Cleansing Song doesn’t need to worry about any side effects. The Battle Cleansing Song stimulates the fighting spirit of the wolf warriors while soothing their hearts, so they do not need to suffer the damage of the Berserk backfire.
The high-ranking knights of the Wolf Tribe can go berserk freely. Once they accept the Berserk War Song of the Beamon-headed Shaman of the Sharoman Tribe, they enter a "Double Berserk" state, thereby gaining even stronger power and defense, unleashing formidable destructive power.
Even more intriguing is that after the Sharoman shamans of the Beamon Tribe receive the baptism of moonlight on the night of the full moon, their Secret War Song will burst with twice the usual effects. This kind of berserk ability is unimaginable. The berserk Wolf Tribe warriors at night are the nightmares of any enemy. The Moon-night Berserk War Song of the Beamon Shaman can also cause the weakly submissive Doug Tribe dog-headed people and the Wolf-Rat Tribe Yellow Rat-Wolf people to synchronize their berserk state, turning these timid and cowardly ones who can only do logistics into powerful Half-Mastiff Warriors and Rat-Wolf Warriors.
However, regretfully, this Secret War Song is useful only for the Wolf tribe and their close relatives with which they share blood ties. It has no effects on other races, hence it has never been recognized by the temple and has never been conferred with the honorary priest robe.
The Beamon-Headed People possess more than just this talent, they are also exceptional leaders and strategic commanders. In fact, most of the staff positions in the werewolf army are also held by the Sharoman shamans of the Beamon Tribe. If the werewolf army is a sharp sword, then the Beamon are the large hand holding this sword.
Many legions claiming to be unbeatable have emerged on the Pan Continent to this day, but all the legions with a long history have to admit that the night of this world only belongs to the werewolves. The werewolf army on the night of the full moon is an irreplaceable myth.
"Beautiful Miss Fox Tribe shaman, handsome Shaman Piegel, Beamon officer Robert.Baggio is willing to serve you," the martially talented Wolf humbly bows and greets Helen.
The relationship between the Sharoman shamans and the temple-appointed shamans is not good because, to this day, the temple has been unwilling to officially recognize that the Sharoman shamans are also the messengers of Kampas. But seeing that the two War Shamans expressed sufficient respect for him, Robert also felt a little warmth in his heart.
"Mr. Robert.Baggio, we are honored to meet you, but due to time constraints, we need to continue our journey now. We are sorry..." General Pan greeted his ogre: "Go~"
"Wait a minute, two honored shamans!" Beamon Robert drove his giant wolf to stop the ogre who was about to start its journey.
"Is there anything else, dear Robert?" General Pan was anxious, not unlike the kind of anxiety that he had with Prince Richard. Could Robert be another one who covets Helen and Little Ai and wouldn’t let them go?
"I’m just wondering why there are so many Mastiff People among your followers? Aren’t the Mastiff People of the Doug Tribe serving hard labor because of ’overstepping the rules’?" Robert’s eyes are not like those of the gullible goblins. Although he doesn’t glance sideways, he had already seen the true colors of that group of Mastiff People.
"Well..." Helen was about to explain, but Liu Zhenhan interrupted her.
"Military secrets." Liu Zhenhan said coldly, his face stiff.
This huge hat made the Beamon officer dizzy. Indeed, War Shamans do serve in the army, but it seems unheard of that there are two such young ones!
Could they be imposters? Robert wondered in confusion as he hurriedly urged his wolf mount to block the ogre’s path again.
The atmosphere suddenly became tense.
Gude took a step forward and stood in front of Robert, glaring at the talkative Wolf officer.
With his towering figure, he stood half a head taller than the Wolf sitting on his mount and his body of equal width completely blocked Robert’s line of sight.
"Last time someone chattered nonsense in front of the temple, do you know what I did?" Gude looked at the Wolf officer and said, "I hammered him into the ground, head first."
Gude’s violent stair and black-rimmed eyes even scared Robert’s wolf mount back half a step.
"General Pan, don’t do this." Ning Yu hurriedly stood up and said. It is very rude to treat a Sharoman Shaman , especially with the Wolfs who value honor even more than life. Such words can easily cause conflicts, and among the Beamons, starting a fight over a disagreement is very common and Beamon law does not explicitly restrict it.