95: Chapter 8 A Magical Beast That Doesn’t Use Magic_1 95: Chapter 8 A Magical Beast That Doesn’t Use Magic_1 Shaman Wei An was thoroughly astounded by this proud yet challenging gaze, where had this hopeless profligate gone?
The surging and pure dragon’s breath carried his anger, like lightning piercing the sky, dazzling and scorching hot!
Four Holy Temple Knights sensed hostility from this strong and aggressive gaze.
The fully armed knights immediately shielded Shaman Wei An.
Prince Richard, leading the group, gently rested his hand on the hilt of his cross-giant sword, his cold and focused gaze locking onto Liu Zhenhan at the bottom of the stairs.
“I’m not surprised by your response, but I heard that any shaman has one chance each year to apply for promotion at the temple, and the temple must provide the corresponding test for promotion.
Respectable Great Shaman Qi Dan, why have you denied me the task for promotion without issuing it to me first, after my long and difficult training?” Liu Zhenhan’s words were clear, far from the stupidity of Piegel’s
“Your application is indeed justified.
The War God has granted this right.” Shaman Wei An waved his hand, and the knights around him stepped back.
“But I didn’t accept it because I wanted to protect you.
Your magical singing is so weak, how could you take on the War Shaman’s test?
War Shaman is the backbone of the serving army in the Altar Sacrificial Ceremony, so their tests are far stricter than other shaman’s tests.
I don’t want to you to die in vain.
After all, the output of shamans in the Northeast Province is not yet plentiful for me to squander.”
“I’m not a spendthrift after all…” Shaman Wei An cunningly squeezed his little green bean eyes.
There was laughter all around again.
“Thank you for your care, but unfortunately, I am a rather stubborn Beamon.” Liu Zhenhan didn’t feel any shame.
Helen had already been promoted to War Shaman.
His masculine dignity simply didn’t allow him to swallow his pride.
Well…you have passed the first part of your trial task with your Spirit Communication War Song.
Even though your magic singing is not strong enough, I can let you pass reluctantly; the next task is to compete with our trial officer and show off the skills of controlling the Magical Beasts in combat.
As long as you do not lose within a certain period of time, you can pass; however, I should remind you, there’s not a single Staff Shaman here with less than twenty years of practice.
Their Magical Beasts are no less inferior to human mages.
Are you still willing to take up this challenge?” Although Shaman Wei An seemed kindly on the surface, he had already decided in his heart that he would completely defeat this annoying Piegel boy and quash his stubborn and foolish ideas.
“I’m willing to accept!” Liu Zhenhan said with certainty.
“Honorable sirs, who among you will contest with our “former” Dragon Shaman?” Shaman Wei An’s gaze swept over the group of shamans before him.
“Praise God, sir, allow me to practice with my apprentice.” Cui Beixi “slithered” her way and stood before the steps of Shaman Wei An.
“Madam Cui Beixi, you are also a rare Sub-dragon Shaman within the kingdom.
Is this challenge not too harsh if you participate?” Shaman Wei An laughed awkwardly.
This beautiful headmistress is also a Sub-dragon Shaman?
It doesn’t show at all, she’s so petite.
Liu Zhenhan was surprised and looked up at his master’s master.
Sure enough, he found an embroidery of a hornless dragon beast outlined by a golden thread on the black cuff!
“Of course, in a contest between a Sub-dragon Shaman and a genuine Dragon Shaman, the former will definitely lose.
I too am concerned that if your Sub-dragon magical beast is ruined by the hands of the Dragon Shaman, wouldn’t our Witherspoon temple suffer a heavy loss?” The words of Shaman Wei An were filled with an indescribable taunting flavor.
Liu Zhenhan silently cursed this old guy inside his mind.
Guoguo watched for a long while, deprived of attention, lost spirit and drooped its ears.
It went aside to urinate with a sulky expression.
“Haha…” The black-robed shamans found all this incredibly funny, even the most serious shamans could not help but laugh.
“Madam Cui Beixi, please stand aside.
I don’t mean to belittle your strength, I just don’t want this trial to create an argument between you and your disciple.” Shaman Wei An smiled at the snake lady.
“Sir, please allow me to test this Dragon Shaman’s strength.” A long-faced Shaman walked out from the crowd of shamans.
Liu Zhenhan tilted his head and looked at him.
He too returned the gaze with unmitigated contempt and arrogance.
“Richard, this is Shaman Puyol from the Horse Tribe.” The Snake Lady could only watch Liu Zhenhan helplessly as she introduced him to the black-robe shaman before her.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Liu Zhenhan respectfully bowed to the gentleman.
“Hmph…” The centaur shaman sneezed heavily, without even glancing at him.
“Please show mercy, Shaman Puyol” Before slithering away, the Snake Lady whispered something into the ears of the black-robed shaman, causing a warm feeling to surge up in Liu Zhenhan’s heart.
This headmistress is really nice.
“Let’s begin!” The centaur shaman took off the Medusa Badge on his chest and a black light jumped out.
A weird creature, which looked a bit like a turtle but also like a pangolin, appeared in the empty trial field.
The creature was cloaked in a solid shell made of sturdy bone plates, composed of countless hexagonal scales.
It looked incredibly hard. Latest content published on novel~fire~net
A bone tail that was about a meter long looked like a giant Wolf Fang Club, full of sharp barbs.