Soon.

From Nirkador's slightly incoherent words, Evan and the others understood what the sacredness of this "childless evil spirit" was.

In the eyes of the pioneers, this land was vast and rich, and it was simply full of treasures.

But it does not mean that the life living on this land is really living in paradise, and the aborigines will also experience various natural and man-made disasters, wars and famines.

During the years of famine, the tradition of the Atrians was not to let their children starve to death with them, but to take the initiative to take them... Drowned in a river.

Because according to legend, a child who drowns in a river will eventually become the spirit of the river - a beaver!

By eating aquatic plants, roots, and bark, their children can survive in another form.

This kind of legend has been passed down for a long time, and it is also what many mothers in the ignorant world will do in desperation.

But over time.

After more and more mothers who lost their children also inevitably died in famine, their resentful souls slowly coalesced into a regional evil spirit, the "bereaved evil spirit" Pocatello.

In fact, this is also the original name of this area in the mouths of the aborigines before the arrival of the pioneers.

And as time went on, Pocatello's power seemed to get stronger and stronger.

In recent years, it has become more and more frequent, and each time it appears, it creates a bloody case, especially against the hunters who hunt "beavers" for their furs!

Because it firmly believes that those beavers were once its children.

Merely.

Unlike in the past, the scale and intensity of Pocatello's revenge this time was unprecedented.

There were nearly thirty people just as far as they could see, and it was not known how many victims there were at the North West Leather Company or elsewhere.

Obviously, for some unknown reason, the power of this evil spirit has been strengthened recently, and it has even gradually evolved into a trend of strange disasters in the transcendent world.

The more Niecardo talked, the more scared he became, completely without the impassioned "knife in the ribs" for his friend before he set off, and he had obviously woken up from the bewitchment of "perfect fur".

Moving his feet, he quietly ducked behind Aven, his own transcendent.

"Pocatello... Pocatello..."

With the constant shouts of the indigenous tribal leader Apsova.

Suddenly, an inexplicable wind blew over everyone's heads.

Whoa...

The tall broad-leaved trees on both sides of the river shook and fell, and the yellowing leaves of late autumn fell one after another.

By this time, it was already evening.

The sunset illuminated the already thick shadows of the dense forest, slowly extending from the opposite bank of the river, obscuring a large bay and the place where everyone stood.

And the river finally reacted, small waves rolled, and a thick mist continued to gather and rise on the surface of the river.

A cold and eerie atmosphere gradually enveloped the entire river beach.

"Huh... Phew..."

In the mist, it seemed that a weakened patient was gasping for breath with great difficulty, and faintly audible could be heard, a few infant cries as light as feathers.

Although the voice was low, it seemed to sound from the bottom of everyone's heart, sharp and piercing, as if scratching the blackboard with their fingernails and making everyone's nerve endings tremble.

In the occult, each person's name has a special meaning and even power, and some beings have a real name that is unique to the whole world.

This is the case with the art of impeaching ghosts in the Oriental "Bai Zetu", as well as witchcraft and shamanism.

"Pocatello !!"

At this time, Apsova slammed his staff and shouted again.

In the shadows cast by the forest, the fog suddenly lifted.

A creepy figure was exposed in front of everyone.

has been so thin that it is out of appearance, and it is difficult to distinguish between men and women.

The body is extremely shriveled, and it is a compliment to describe it as skin and bones.

The surface of the short body seemed to be plastered with a thick layer of plaster, and it was white from head to toe.

Only the palm of the hand is jet black.

It was wrapped in a large cloth robe that looked as if it had been dug out of the soil, and it looked extremely ill-fitting. The patterns are completely mottled, and it is impossible to tell which era they belong to.

The head of the "bereaved spirit" was slightly deflected, and he "looked" at the people on the shore.

The deep-seated eye sockets are surrounded by shattered cracks that surround the hollow in the middle of the black without eyes.

There seems to be a bottomless abyss hidden in it, in which dozens and hundreds of female souls who have turned into starvation wail and sink.

Anyone who dared to look at it immediately had a lot of fantasies in front of them, and the earnest call of "child!" and "child!" sounded in their ears.

Those who are not determined will even step by step into the icy river, trying in vain to reunite with this "mother".

Like what... Director Neccardo.

At the beginning, he was intoxicated by the bewitchment of "perfect beaver skin", and he came here in person, regardless of the danger.

Now after facing the main master, how can you have resistance?

But it's just a step.

was pinched on the back of his neck by Ai Wen, who was beside him, and he fainted directly.

"Bang!" fell to the ground with a thud.

It is gratifying that it did not cause trouble to others.

Apsova, who was facing the evil spirit, didn't care about the movement behind him at all, and once again slammed the white oak cane in his hand and roared:

"Pocatello! Evil spirit, stop! this is not the place for you!"

Turn your face in the direction of Apsova.

The spirit's shriveled lips cracked slightly, revealing the blackened and mutilated teeth inside, as if in a silent mockery.

Sneer——!

And they easily understood what it meant, and everyone who dared to kill its "children" ... They all have to die!

Obviously, this evil spirit, which is growing stronger, has begun to possess certain characteristics of evil spirits, such as killing people according to certain established rules.

It's just that no one is sure that this evil spirit, whose strength has recently increased for unknown reasons, will hunt down those who dare to hunt beaver skins from now on, or whether they will take revenge on everyone who has hunted beaver skins.

You must know that beaver skin, as the pillar of the leather trade, is far more important than other such as white-tailed deerskin, bison skin... Be much more precious.

Moreover, the difficulty of hunting is less than the latter two, as long as you are not afraid of the cold of the river, you can get something in any way.

So, as a result, every hunter in the New World has more or less hunted beaver skins.

And these hunters in the original Pocatello area have covered almost every adult male of the indigenous tribe!

Not to mention.

The largest indigenous group operating in this area is, of course, the Yucatan tribe to which Apsova belongs, and several other large tribes belonging to the Hurons.

As the leader of the tribe, it was impossible for Apsova to gamble on the idea of an evil spirit.

No one can predict whether it will gradually expand the scope of its revenge as it kills more and more people and becomes more and more powerful.

"It must be killed or expelled!"

After making up your mind.

For an indigenous shaman, dealing with the "spirit" must of course rely on the power of other "spirits"!

It may not be too accurate to call them the "wizards" used to in the Old World.

Animists should strictly be "shamanic", and "shaman" is more appropriate to define them.

Apsova pulled out a dagger made of bear's teeth, gold, and obsidian, and gently slashed through his palm.

Whew——

Paint both hands with blood to channel with the "patron saints" that the tribe and the entire Huron community believe in.

The "spirit of nature" that existed in the New World was a powerful spirit of nature born between heaven and earth, which was embodied by faith and strengthened by faith.

Although they do not even possess the personality of a demigod, they have great power over all spirits, including evil spirits, through their deep-rooted connection to this land!

Knock knock! knock! knock...

Pick up the "Teponastre", a tambourine made by burning the trunk of a tree on your back, and keep beating the bearskin drum with both hands.

The primitive and exaggerated dance steps are stepped on, the feather crown on the head is gently swaying, and the copper bell on the waist is ringing incessantly.

The mouth sang a hymn in the indigenous language, and the ethereal singing spread out.

For beings as spiritual as Evan and Milan, even if they don't know the indigenous language, they can clearly distinguish the meaning of the song:

"Grenham, Spirit of the Giant Bear!

You are the embodiment of the power of the god of war (our brother)!

The forest is your fur!

Mountains are your arms!

The plateau is your head!

.....

'Spirit of the Giant Bear'

Your subjects call upon your power to destroy the evil spirits!"

In Aven's spiritual vision, an earthy yellow spell aura spread far away along with the sound waves.

Boom!

As Apsova, the shaman, slammed the tambourine with all his might.

Boom——!

The terrifying evil spirit standing on the surface of the water seems to have been restrained by some powerful force from the first drum beat, and it is inevitable to face the power of the "Giant Bear Spirit" in the drum sound!

It's like a sledgehammer smashing a block of ice.

Hmmm-

After a shrill cry, the pale figure was gone.

"Yaku——!"

"Yaku——!"

A group of indigenous warriors who had followed the leader were already cheering loudly for the power of the Giant Bear Spirit.

However, Ai Wen's face next to him did not relax at all.

He could feel the fluctuations in his power when Apsova cast the spell just now, and in terms of his own activated spiritual power, at most it was comparable to his current self, but he was only the pinnacle of a first-level apprentice.

Even if he received the blessing of the "Giant Bear Spirit" whose body was unknown through the prayer ceremony, the overall strength was there.

For an evil spirit with a deep grudge and already almost equivalent to a second-order formal transcendent, even if it would be injured, it would not be crushed to pieces without the power to resist just now.

What's more, Ai Wen neither saw the "evil spirit dust" after the evil spirit was destroyed, nor did he feel that the cold atmosphere in the forest had dissipated.

If something goes wrong, there must be a demon!

He had begun to carefully observe his surroundings.

Evil spirits have many unreasonable abilities, including the ability to kill with intent, curse, possession, immunity to physical damage... Particularly powerful beings also possess a variety of special abilities.

When dealing with this kind of weird thing, you must be careful and careful, if you don't pay attention to the overturning boat in the gutter, things will be a big deal.

Suddenly.

He noticed an anomaly.

The "Brown Bear Warrior" over there had already eliminated all the "skinless people" with the cooperation of the three crow men, but they had not lifted the extraordinary blessing on their body that was like a "brown bear possession", which was obviously not a small load.

Instead, he lowered his head slightly, and gradually came to Apsova's side with a bloody body, and without the surprise of everyone around him, he raised the obsidian saw sword with broken bones and pieces of flesh hanging in his hand.

He slammed into the back of his leader's head.

"Ahh

"Stop!"

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