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Tozyko said to Grimm earnestly: "So instead of forcibly improving his ability, I put a seed in the appropriate soil and gave him the method of irrigation and planting, which can gradually generate magical effects. That is, to discover his own potential, not to improve out of thin air!, so first of all, if you are strengthened, then you must first have a seed, that is, the beast soul, and a suitable soil, that is, the skill of the druid. The question is, do you have one?"

Grimm suddenly turned pale and slumped into the chair next to him. Druids can learn their skills, but where does the beast soul come from? This kind of thing can only be if you have bestiality! Do you want to turn yourself into a monster in the form of a beast and a human?

Peng Pai's hope instantly turned into a fire of frustration and anxiety, he beat his head desperately, and kept muttering: "Why is this like this?!Why do I encounter this damn thing every time?!Why do I always have an accident at the last moment?!"

Although Rigid Pig sympathizes with him, he is also a slightly wooden person and will not say anything good. I had to pat him comfortingly and then continued to ask Donghezi: "What is that beast soul? Why is it only among the druids of beasts? When I used to learn shamanism here, the elders said that the beast soul was also a kind of spirit, but why couldn't the shamans practice it?"

Donghezi muttered, "According to my observations, this so-called beast soul is not a complete external object even before the fusion, but the product of a certain kind of joint between the external subtle qi and the main soul. Do you know that some beings can form a relationship of mutual cooperation and symbiosis and co-prosperity?"

Grimm, who was still irritable and annoyed, was in the mood to listen to these detailed explanations, so he said in a stiff tone: "I know! Isn't it that the hermit crab in the sea puts the anemone on its shell to defend itself against the enemy? But where can we find the anemone?"

Toheko just smiled and said, "The kind you said is just a loose exercise, and I observed that the beast soul is a very tightly bound thing, I once saw a kind of golden jellyfish, every day when the sun rises, the opportunity rises to the surface of the sea one after another, like thousands of golden waves appear on the sea, quite magnificent." ”

Grimm interjected again: "Glowing jellyfish? "But this time he was wrong. "It's not that they're glowing, it's that they're golden!" corrected, "because there's a tiny algae plant inside their transparent bodies." These invisible plants will appear golden in the sun. They are specifically incorporated into the body by jellyfish. Guò absorbs sunlight to feed jellyfish, which fend off other tiny predators and swim with them to nutrient-rich waters to avoid the temptation to drift with the tide. The relationship is so close that the eggs laid by these jellyfish carry the smiling seeds of these plants. Other common ones are lichens. It is also a tiny plant that is associated with a smiling animal. Animals provide a hard shell and absorb water for plants, which are responsible for using water and sunlight to produce the food they need. Because the two are highly engaged, they are like blood and muscles intertwined, so that it is difficult to distinguish between them. "The so-called ground animals are actually fungi, but Dongzyzi was afraid that after saying it, they didn't understand it, so they changed it to animals.

He continued to analyze: "I pondered that the same is true of this beast soul, it may be that the bestiality on the body is some kind of external essence, which will merge with its own soul after entering the body. The result is the formation of the so-called beast spirit, like the fusion of animals and plants of lichens. It's just that the fused product is not closely related to itself, just an ordinary attachment. Therefore, it is necessary to use alchemy to perform a second fusion, so that its true power can be unleashed. Wait, then, the same is true of the shamans' so-called goblin spirits?" and said to Grimm while thinking, "Don't be discouraged, if my guess is correct, you may still have hope!"

Before Grimm, who could jump up, could he ask Rig Mane Pig and ask, "Can you tell me the general process of the shaman's apprentices calling out their own spirits?"

Just-maned hairy pig nodded, "Of course." The first thing is to wear a rune, and then spend a certain amount of time meditating on it every day."

Donghezi raised his hand and stopped, "Wait! Meditation rune?" Isn't this a kind of divine law? So he hurriedly asked, "What kind of rune?" Do you still have anything here?" but the other just shook his head and replied, "No." It's all in the hands of the elders. ”

At night, the cool breeze blows on the high hills that are as steep as a barrier. But in the interior of the cave, Nessus listened like beautiful music. In fact, everything he listens to now feels like music.

The closed and lonely life suddenly opens a hopeful morning light road. Waiting for death every day, he suddenly felt that his whole body was full of infinite energy. He read the druidic manuscript of the secret art very carefully, word for word. Although there are many places that I really can't understand. However, he still practiced the "basic alchemy" very seriously according to the methods mentioned in the book. Until the moonlight sprinkled the earth with infinite faint silver light. He slowly finished his alchemy. I only feel that the soul of the earth beast is no longer an extension of body and mind. It's the other side of the body and mind. Full of energy.

I'm eager to try, I just want to. He activated the beast transformation ability. He inherited from his parents the form of a wild boar. Therefore, it is natural that the green light of the whole body will turn into a sturdy wild boar as big as a calf. It is also possible to sleep comfortably next to the same as Heng Heng. It has four long, thick fangs like a scimitar.

But this time, his four scimitar fangs were not conical. Rather, it has a diamond-shaped section with edges! It really has a bit of a thick scimitar stance. If you run into an enemy. A single rub would be enough for them to open their flesh and flesh!" he swayed triumphantly as he shook the four perfectly long, long-formed fangs. I adjust and deform supernaturally again. Slowly transform yourself into a slightly humanoid "boar man".

Say it's humanoid. In fact, it's just a three-point human form with your hands off the ground and two feet on the ground. The rest of the land is a stubby body, broad legs and hooves, and a strong four big heads and necks. And all over his body is a tough mane. It's like a layer of protective soft armor. That's why he often uses his ground form, as the full boar form can only use fangs to attack simply. And after becoming this slightly humane boar man. You can also attack with your favorite Ground Tooth Stick.

He picked up the stick placed next to him and swung it in earnest. Derived from the mace, the upper end is not as thick as the mace, and it is not covered with nails, canine-like spines. Rather, it is a polyhedral protruding prism. Although it is not as sharp as the mace, the weight has sunk by two or three percent, and the weight is relatively evenly distributed on the body of the club, which is easier for druids with ordinary martial arts skills to master.

But this time, he felt that the fanged stick, which was originally quite heavy, was much lighter! It seemed that the strength of his body had increased by three or four percent after the transformation. He excitedly used the ability of the "Wild Attribute", and his strength suddenly skyrocketed, only to feel that this fanged rod was as light as a mop. It's really not a good idea!

So he was even more excited to adjust this "wild attribute" ability to the state of smell, and was immediately pleasantly surprised to find that the original state of semi-beast only had fifty percent of the wild boar's sense of smell ability, but now it has ten percent!

He laughed excitedly, and in this form, he could still use the druid's magic or the beast soul's similar spells "Stride", "Volley", and "Divine Power". If those low-level shamans still rely on their ability to fly in the wind to despise themselves, then they will rush into the air with "volleying" and "striding in stride", and teach them a good lesson with the huge power of the blessing of "divine energy"!!

He was laughing in satisfaction when an old, slightly cautious voice came from outside: "Nessus." I'm Elder Winerhan, can I come in now? I have something for you. ”

Nessus didn't really like to meet these shamans. Although when I was in exile here. Indeed, they took him in on the grounds of "the same ancestry." But when he failed to practice shamanic skills and was deemed "unfit to be a shaman", he immediately changed his appearance. Many young shamans have become extremely contemptuous of themselves, often making jokes about their experiences and size, or engaging in vile and boring pranks. As for the older shamans, although they are still polite on the surface, they always see themselves as outsiders who don't fit in. In this suffocating atmosphere, he resolutely left the cliff palace where the shamans lived and came to live alone in a place adjacent to the grassland. Every time I see a shaman around me, I have to hide in the cave and not be with it, so as not to get upset when I see it.

But Wenerhan is an elder after all, and he is not bad for himself. I had to change back into my halfling form. I went to open the simple wooden door at the entrance of the cave.

The tall and burly ogre shaman Wen Erhan was still wearing the majestic dark cloud thunder and lightning robe, but his face was sneaky, looking back, like a thief, for fear that someone would follow him. He quickly entered the cave and immediately spoke, "I have come to borrow something from you—the manuscript that Pastor Elilu gave you! I want to borrow it for three days." ”

Nessus subconsciously clenched the fanged stick in his hand with extreme nervousness, and replied firmly: "That's something that Pastor Elilu gave me, and you have no right to take it!" In the past, some shamans often bullied him, and after taking the things, they didn't return them.

Wen Erhan also knew this, so he had to promise with a smile: "You misunderstood, I just borrowed the book." It's just a loan. I am an elder, and I will give you back three days when I say that I will give you back in three days. ”

Nessus hesitated for a moment before he spoke, "Then you have to write down the note, and you have to press your handprint!"

Wen Erhan hurriedly nodded and agreed, and immediately rushed out of the cave after getting the "Five Directions and Five Elders' Magical Origin Sutra", and then flew into the depths of the mountain with a gust of wind and a cloud of smoke from his body.

Under the cover of the deep night, the old ogre shaman Wenerhan drove a gust of wind into his cliff room in mid-air, and then immediately summoned his cronies Cyclops students, and ordered with an extremely stern expression: "Start the Thundering Message Tower immediately." Tell the elders everywhere to go to the Great Council Hall at once. I have very urgent matters to deal with them, and this matter may be related to the future of our Storm Shaman! I can't delay for a moment!"

The Cyclops students saw him extremely strict, as if they had encountered a massive invasion by the Centaur tribe. Don't dare to be sloppy for half a minute, immediately turned around and ran to the high top of the cliff hall. In the center of this place is a four-room-sized, two-storey quaint bluestone altar, and the large bluestone is carved with thunderstorm clouds as strong as round anvils, hideous and wild thunderbolts, and majestic thunderbirds, making the entire altar surge with powerful magical power, as if a burst of thunderclouds wider than the mountains are condensed in it, ready to tear the earth at any time, and burst straight into the sky!

The student took out a half-arm-long wooden hammer and climbed onto the altar, where a large gong as large as a façade and cast with an ancient ring rune circle was fixed. After the student casts the effect of an electric storm weapon on a wooden hammer. Immediately slammed the big gong with the great force of his cyclops.

Unexpectedly, when he knocked on it, there was a violent sound, only a slight hiss! After he knocked it several times, all the rings of runes on the gong emitted a bright blue magic aura, which was extremely beautiful. Seeing that the circle was activated, he sent a wind signal technique into the gong, and the gong erupted with crackling sparks as large as a basin. It is like a hideous beast swaying its teeth and claws at the peak of the cliff hall, and the momentum is amazing!

Due to the lack of ultra-long-range message transmission spells such as "teleportation", the shamans had to use this circle to greatly enhance the wind communication technique before sending it out, and even then it could barely cover half of the territory of Naintus.

In a short time, a bronze figure as large as a majestic rhinoceros appeared in mid-air, his colorful one-eyed radiance radiated a little rainbow in the night sky, and his aqua blue hair had a faint flow of thunder and lightning, but what he was driving was only a slight breeze, without the slightest whistling sound, without the horns of his clothes flying up. He was like a weightless goose feather, just pushed by a gentle gust of wind, and landed steadily on the open balcony of Winerhan's room. Then he asked, "What's wrong?!" are you in such a hurry to call all the elders?"

Wen Erhan took out the manuscript of the "Five Directions and Five Elders' Magical Origin Sutra". He replied with a very solemn voice: "Dear Grand Elder Snod, I met a human today who claims to be the priest of the God of the Air Element, but I suspect that he is also a Thunder Master."

In an earthy yellow palace with a graceful shape carved with delicate flames and red dragon motifs, several red dragon blood ogres and several black dragon blood ogres are talking to each other around a thick wooden table. They were dressed in lustrous red and black robes of nobility, like a few bright flames and a few clouds of black and reflective ink, and their broad shawls were made of the finest centaur skin, light and breathable, but tough as soft armor. It is also dotted with rows of colorful gemstones, plus they wear several beautiful spell necklaces with exquisite shapes around their thick necks. It's really "jeweled". Compared to them, the priests of the Dragon God Church are just a bunch of hillbillies in cheesy robes!

And the table was full of delicacies. In addition to the fresh and oily aroma of all kinds of barbecued meats, sweet drinks made from honey and melon juice, all kinds of delicately processed crispy dried fruits, and even the most rare fruits in the region! Tender apples, pears and even watermelons cut into slices are evenly placed on the entire large dining table, and then they are roughly grabbed by the big claws full of dragon scales and thrown into the mouth of the ogre, which is as big as a basin and full of sharp teeth.

The blood basin gulped each other while splashing juice and butter: "I think we should go and kill the green dragon bloodline ogres first, their strength is the weakest, our red, black and white veins can concentrate on conquering their fiefdoms in one fell swoop, killing them all night, and deterring those blue dragon bloodline ogres who are about to move, and the royal family who doesn't know the height of the sky! Let them know who is the real master here!"

Next to him, an ogre nobleman covered in black dragon scales and wearing a bright obsidian crown on his head opened his mouth wide and shouted: "You also want to control the Ogre Wizards Association, they are the real backstage of some big businessmen in the country!" lest these wall grasses fall on both sides as soon as they see that the shape is wrong, which will disturb the boulder and may affect our major affairs!"

Another red dragon bloodline ogre nobleman who was nearly two people tall wore a pure gold headdress, inlaid with large orange-yellow crystals as big as a thumb, like a small sun exuding a warm brilliance, quite a bit of the momentum of a god descending to the earth. He also spoke, "And the Cyclops tribe and the Storm Scatterers who live in it. They are powerful, and the hilly terrain they live in is easy to defend and difficult to attack, so they can only be bought by guò to stabilize them. Let's discuss how to pay for this money first. ”

When they were arguing, Duke Vermeer, who was wearing a bright golden silk fire pattern robe, a red, white and black dragon god headdress, and a half-body fiery dragon scale, had already walked out of the side hall with another half-red dragon ogre, Fred. The dragon vein ogre nobles below shouted at them. Give the ogre nobles of the blue-green dragon vein a little color!

Vermeer's ogre-like face, covered in fiery dragon scales, looked a little old. But the light is hidden, faintly fascinating. In addition, a few strings of various spell necklaces around the neck are full of brilliance, which is even more solemn and mighty. At this time, he just glared at the group of guys below, and they were like lizards that saw the real dragon and immediately fell silent.

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