Chapter 7: The Shaman (Part II)

I sneered: "You are cunning, but you are a little stupid!" ”

Leo said unconvinced: "Just kidding, this young master is here to conquer the world, those superficial enjoyments ......"

I interrupted him: "Save it! When I learn shamanic skills, I'll send you back myself! ”

Leo said, "Just try it!" Didn't you try it last night? It's useless, the first time you succeeded, it was luck! Young Master Ben can already feel it, it is the repulsive power of this world, and it has nothing to do with shaman talismans! Young Master Ben......"

I interrupted him again: "What is Young Master Ben?" Aren't you called Leo, why are you called Young Master Ben again? ”

Leo was a little angry: "Young Master Ben is Young Master Ben!" Wait until I conquer the world......"

I laughed: "You're not going to get away with it!" In the past, those undead and demons who created undead natural disasters and world-destroying disasters have been defeated by the joint efforts of the major races, and you are a weak demon who can only play clever tricks, it is impossible to be stronger than them! ”

Leo was even more unconvinced: "Hmph, what Burning Legion, what Deathwing, they are all a group of brainless invaders, if it weren't for the needs of the plot, how could they fall at the feet of the player's army!" ”

I asked curiously, "The Burning Legion?" Deathwing? Is it your army of the Abyss and Hell? What else is the army of players? What is the need for the plot? Your demon clan is really planning to invade the world again! ”

Leo said: "Okay, okay, little bull, these things can't be said clearly, you won't understand anyway, in short, you remember, Ben Shao...... Forget it, I, again, I, Leo, am not a demon, I'm just an ordinary human ......"

I smiled disdainfully: "You're human, don't be funny!" How can you be an ordinary human being who has either taken refuge in the undead or is willing to be a lackey for the devil. ”

Leo said angrily, "I don't want to explain it to you little stubborn cow!" Anyway, I'm trapped in your horn right now, so let's leave it at that! ”

I said, "Just shut up and don't make a noise about me." ”

Leo said, "Okay...... Perhaps, when you learn shamanic skills, you can save me from it. ”

I said, "That's when you're dead!" ”

Leo said: "Don't worry, I have time to slowly convince you!" ”

I ignored him and followed my grandfather slowly to the altar.

The altar was built on the highest part of the village, like a huge millstone, with four horns of Kodomon stuck in the corners, the height of my chest, almost the height of my father's waist, and the blood of the prey sacrificed to the Mother Earth goddess every time I returned from hunting.

There is a strange pattern painted in the center of the altar, a bit like Grandpa's shamanic spell, but not very similar.

This is the most sacred place in the village.

On weekdays, even the most naughty children dare not approach the altar, let alone climb up.

In addition to Grandpa and a few elders, the only people who can ascend the altar are the uncles and uncles of the hunting team, and of course, Dad.

Others, standing under the altar, watching, and sometimes bowing down.

Grandpa stood under the altar and reached out to touch the horns of the Kodomon.

The blood on it had long since dried up, and it was black as if it had been stained with pot ash.

I followed him and smelled a faint fishy smell, and it felt cold and swishing here, cooler and colder than elsewhere.

It was the first time I had been so close to the altar.

Standing here, I suddenly felt the chill in my back when I met the demon Leo on the edge of the woods.

Leo suddenly said, "Hmm, there's so much yin qi here!" ”

I didn't like this feeling and asked, "What is yin?" ”

Leo said, "It's, well, in words you can understand, it's the breath peculiar to the place where the undead live, and it's called yin in our place anyway." ”

I said, "This is the altar of our Minotaur, how can there be undead?" ”

Leo said, "Naturally, the altar is meant to kill something, isn't it?" Poor critter, or the head of an enemy or something......"

I said, "That's different, it's a sacrifice to Mother Earth!" ”

Leo said, "Killed a fresh life anyway, didn't it? ”

I was a little anxious: "Of course it's different!" It was their honor to be sacrificed to the Mother Goddess! You demon, don't try to deceive me with the crooked reasoning of your demons! ”

Leo was not angry and said, "Yo Yo Yo...... Do you minotaurs also play brainwashing? Have such a strong belief at a young age? I said, "Do you feel honored that you were captured by enemies, such as humans, and decapitated and hung on their altars?" ”

I said, "The god of mankind is not the real god, only our mother earth goddess is ......"

Leo said: "Okay, okay, okay, I won't fight with you about this, sooner or later you will understand, of course, if you don't live that day......"

I said, "I will live a long time, at least until you die!" ”

Although it was a little annoying to argue with him, the uncomfortable feeling of being close to the altar was alleviated a lot.

Grandpa touched the big horn of Kodomon, and then touched the shamanic spell on the flat stone slab below.

I know that's what I'm going to learn.

I began to observe these strange and difficult spells.

Although completely incomprehensible.

Those incantations like fish, sheep's head, cow's head, horse's head, eyes, sun, and moon become more dizzying the more you look at them.

Grandpa suddenly said, "Bihong, come here, you touch it!" ”

I was a little weird, but I walked over anyway and reached for it.

The sun was up, and the village should be hot, but my hands felt cool.

These shamanic spells are recessed, and the fingers touch the inside of the grooves, which is colder than the outside.

"Shhh

I couldn't help but shudder.

Grandpa said, "Don't be afraid, this is a grudge left over from the dissipation of the natural spirit, you have to learn to get along with it, and even, control it!" ”

I looked up strangely: "Control them?" ”

Grandpa nodded: "The natural spirits were also created by the Mother Earth Goddess, and the energy they contain can also become the power of our shamans. ”

I said, "How am I going to get along with it?" Talk to them with spells? ”

Grandpa smiled: "Don't worry, don't worry, I didn't want to learn how to teach you before, but now it's good, I was scared by a natural spirit and made such a fuss......"

I smiled embarrassedly.

Leo interjected, "Shaman? Sorcerer? Undead? Enchanter? Priest? Isn't it just the ability to harness the energy of different attributes? In fact, it's all the same in the bones......"

I ignored him and asked, "When are we going to start, Grandpa?" ”

Grandpa smiled even more happily: "I told you not to worry, you are still in such a hurry!" Today, Grandpa is going to test your talents. ”

I quickly straightened up and puffed out my chest: "Is it a test like a warrior?" ”

Grandpa shook his head and said, "Actually, you have already tested it, but you were only two years old at that time......

I said, "Really? So that's when you told your dad? ”

Grandpa said, "Yes, at that time, you had a very low sense of nature spirits, but you were not completely incapable of becoming a shaman, much stronger than your father's muscular head!" ”

I said expectantly, "What about now?" ”

Grandpa smiled even more happily, and his eyes narrowed completely: "It's been tested!" ”

I was stunned: "What? ”

Grandpa said, "You just touched it, and it didn't feel bad at all, right?" ”

I said, "A little bit...... It's cool! ”

Grandpa said, "This means that your perception of natural spirits has increased!" It's your dad's pimple head, and it's like being stabbed by a shock when you touch it! ”

I froze.

Leo also made a fuss and said, "Oh yo, I don't know if this old bull head will play tricks......

I didn't bother to pay attention to him, I just thought it was incredible.

It's just a spell that feels a little cold to the touch, is it really that powerful?

You know, my father is the strongest warrior, not to mention the needle that sews animal skins, even if it is an ordinary knife, if you don't use a little strength, it is impossible to cut through his skin!

I can see with my own eyes, my father can bend a knife with one hand!

Are these spells really so powerful?

And I, do I really have the talent to become a shaman?

Thinking about it this way, I suddenly felt that being a shaman is actually not very bad......

However, when I think of my mother kicking him out of the house with one hoof, I still feel that being a druid is even better......