"On the night of the full moon, the best warriors are the Wolf Warriors, and the second-best are our cooks and quartermasters." - Motto of the Wolf "Mig" Corps.

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  Outside the forest, a group of patrolling Bimon soldiers looked at this strange group of travelers in surprise. The food cart's cool shape made even these strict soldiers reveal a hint of surprise.

  Several beautiful ladies were also watching themselves, and the soldiers with neat uniforms, bright helmets and armor politely raised their curved knives to salute.

  This is a team of brave wolves riding on the vast prairie, with neat military attire, and under their crotch, the giant wolf doesn't have a single disheveled hair, exceptionally robust.

  The giant wolf grasping lightning on the military emblem and the colorful ostrich feathers on the helmet proved that they were from the regular army "Mig Corps" of the Wolfman tribe.

  Unlike the human kingdom, due to the extreme scarcity of minerals in the Bimon Kingdom, metal medals are rarely awarded. As a result, another custom has emerged: all Bimon soldiers have a white swan feather embedded on their helmets, which can be dyed with the enemy's blood after intense battles to prove their bravery.

  The priests also insert ostrich tail feathers in their arms as a similar proof.

  The meaning of this bird feather medal is self-evident, for example, the mentor of beauty snake Cui Peishan, Lord Murini, has a tail feather of the immortal bird fire phoenix on his arm, and just this point can make many people with provocative intentions restrain their own arrogance.

  For example, the militia captain of Bog Village, Uncle York Xia, had a black ostrich feather on his helmet, not because he hunted down the terrifying human-faced black spider or the swamp black turtle, but because it was stained with mud and dust. People like him, you can tell by looking at their feather decorations, are purely troublemakers who can't be reasoned with.

  These werewolves of regular army have ostrich feathers in red and blue, but no one's helmet has a white plume floating.

  Karu's two legs were trembling with fear as he saw several werewolf warriors staring at his thick neck with icy gazes, their blue tail feathers on their heads the same color as the cannibal's blood.

  "Hello! Honorable Sacrificial Officer!" A wolfman officer with a heroic face urged the giant wolf under him to slowly walk out of the formation with the spur on his boot. His hands were tucked in his pockets, and his whole body was straight, without looking sideways, he greeted Liu Zhenshen and Hailun who were wearing white war sacrificial robes.

  "God of war bless you! My Wolf Warrior." Liu was shocked and looked like an elder.

  "What brings you all to the White Mountains?" The werewolf officer nodded at the others in the carriage, and the wolves under the seats also gave a loud sniff towards the ghouls.

  "White Mountain Range?" Liu was shocked. The Wolf Clan is one of the six major aristocratic families, and apart from jointly defending against the threat from the human kingdom in front with the Fox Clan, the southern flank of the Wolf Clan is precisely the White Mountain Range, and the Southern Cross Star Forest is an extension of the White Mountain Range. In other words, after walking for nearly half a month, they had actually taken a wrong turn.

  Liu Zhen looked at Helen, and Helen's face also turned red.

  "I've never been this far from home before.... Didn't I say so? I'm just a country girl..." Helen muttered under her breath.

  "Obis Laqi!" Liu Zhen was shocked and knocked his head, this joke has gone too far, going to the southern Pi'er tribe residence, how did it end up at the southeastern border.

  "Where are these two noble souls headed?" The werewolf officer looked at the two soul priests with curiosity.

  "We're heading to the Southern Cross Star Forest to take on a trial mission." Helen smiled awkwardly at the werewolf officer.

  "What is the Southern Cross Forest?" The werewolf officer was taken aback, staring at the white robes of the two war priests, his eyes full of questions.

  How can someone so young be promoted to the rank of Zhēn Jiǎo? Am I dreaming? The werewolf officer was stunned, and the Wolf Warriors behind him couldn't help but whisper to each other.

  "Strength and rank are not directly proportional, my dear Wolf Warrior." Liu's tone became slightly agitated.

  He found this werewolf was really arrogant, having been asked for half a day, those hands were still stuck in his pockets.

  This detail made him very unhappy.

  "Your teachings are indeed very useful!" The werewolf officer nodded, stretched out a hand and pointed to the forest extending far away: "In fact, this is also considered the edge of the Southern Cross Star Forest. If you follow the boundary of the forest growth and walk forward for a few more days, you can reach the main Southern Cross Star Forest. Here is just the Bering Mountains, the level of magic beasts is far inferior to that of the Southern Cross Star Forest."

  Liu Zhen and Helen were both drawn to the hand, which did not belong to the fierce Wolf. Not only was it slender, but the skin on it was also dry and shriveled, a stark contrast to the healthy, rosy complexion of the werewolf officer.

  "Saloman's sacrifice?" Helen's voice was a little off-key due to excitement.

  Liu Zhen was also stunned.

  Campas is up! Is this the legend of the wolf tribe? Is this the Saroman ritual of the Li tribe?

  The Kaito tribe and the Wolf tribe have a direct blood relationship and are an indispensable member of the Wolfr family. Although they were born with disabilities - atrophied hands, the disabled but determined Kaito people are the natural shamans of the Wolfr tribe. The Wolfr tribe is accustomed to calling this unrecognised priest "Saloman Priest" or "Our Saloman". The Kaito priest is the only one who does not need to go through the trial of the temple to get the recognition of the qualified priest by the Mongols.

  The legendary "Washing Huns War Song" of the Wolf Tribe is said to have been exchanged by a member of the Di tribe who sacrificed his own hands to the war god Kampas.

  The Wulfgar's "War Song of Purification" will cause every wolf warrior who hears the song to quickly enter a frenzied state, doubling their combat power and defense. Ordinary damage won't even make the frenzied wolf warriors feel pain.

  The only way for the Beastmen tribe to counter the terrifying human mages was to go berserk.

  Only when warriors enter a frenzied state will magical damage be reduced to an acceptable level.

  Translations of the text to English Language:

  Other racial rituals using frenzied battle songs can also have similar effects, but the consequences of frenzied counter-biting are severe. Frenzy is a skill that only high-ranking beastman warriors can use, and ordinary warriors cannot withstand the aftereffects of frenzy.

  Once an ordinary Bimon warrior forcibly enters a state of frenzy, the consequences are also very serious. The vast majority of ordinary Bimon warriors who undergo frenzy will become idiots.

  In the laws of the Kingdom of Bimon, it is also strictly stipulated that unless absolutely necessary, sacrifices are not allowed to use brutal techniques to increase combat effectiveness.

  But the Saruman ritual of the Wulfgar tribe is the only exception, their washing war song does not need to worry about having sequelae at all, while stimulating the wolf warrior's fighting spirit, it can also comfort their souls, making them completely unnecessary Suffering from the harm of crazy counter-bite.

  The high-ranking knights of the Wolf Tribe can already autonomously go berserk, and once they accept the Saruman's Berserker War Song from the Wulfgar Shaman, they will enter a "Second Degree Berserk" state, thereby gaining even more powerful strength and defense, unleashing a terrible destructive power.

  What's even more bizarre is that the Wolf Tribe's sacrificial rituals take place on every full moon night, and after being baptized in moonlight, their secret war songs will burst out with twice the normal effect. This frenzied ability is unimaginable; the wolf tribe warriors who go berserk on moonlit nights are the nightmare of any enemy. The Wolf Tribe's sacrificial moonlit frenzy war song can also cause the timid and weak vassal tribes, the Dog-Headed People of the Dagou Tribe and the Yellow Mongoose-Men of the Wusu Tribe, to undergo synchronized frenzy, transforming these cowardly and weak creatures, who are only capable of handling logistics and supplies, into powerful Half-Wolf Warriors and Mongoose-Men.

  Unfortunately, this secret war song is only effective for the Wolf tribe and its close relatives with blood ties, but has no effect on other races, so it has always been unable to obtain the recognition of the temple and wear the noble sacrificial robes.

  Werewolves are far from just having this one gift, they are also outstanding leaders and strategists. In fact, most of the staff positions in the werewolf army are held by the Saruman tribe, if the werewolf army is a sharp sword, then the werewolf people are the hands that hold the sharp sword.

  Innumerable invincible legions have emerged across the vast continent up to now, but all the historically renowned legions also have to admit that the night of this world belongs only to werewolves. The werewolf army on a full moon night is an irreplaceable legend forever.

  "Beautiful Fox Tribe Shrine Maiden, handsome Piggu Shrine Lord, I, Robert Bajo, a humble officer of the Wolfric army, am willing to serve you." The valiant Wolf gave a modest and respectful bow to Helen.

  The relationship between Saloman's ritual and the temple's professional ritualists was not good, as the temple still refused to formally acknowledge that Saloman's ritual was also a messenger of Kampas. However, seeing the two war ritualists express sufficient respect for themselves made Robert feel a warmth in his heart.

  "Mr. Roberto Bajo, it's an honor to meet you, but due to time constraints, we're in a hurry to continue on our journey. Sorry about that..." Liu Zhenpeng called out to his demonic servant: "Let's go~~~"

  "Hold on a minute, Your Excellencies the Sacrificers!" Robert, riding his giant wolf, blocked the path of the man-eating demons who were just about to depart.

  "Is there anything else, dear Robert?" Liu's heart was filled with one knot after another. Could it be that he was like Prince Richard, drooling over Helen and Ai'er's beauty, and now coming to pester him again?

  "I'm just a bit curious, why do you have so many trolls among your followers? Aren't the troll slaves of the Dog tribe supposed to be suffering under the 'Overrule'?" Robert's gaze wasn't that of a foolish earth spirit, and although he didn't glance sideways, he had long since seen through the true nature of those trolls.

  "It's like this..." Helen was just about to open her mouth to explain when she was interrupted by Liu's shocking words.

  "It's a military secret." Liu Zhen said coldly, his face stiff.

  This big hat made the young officer dizzy and stunned. The war sacrifice was indeed serving in the army, but the national war sacrifice, it seemed that there had never been two so young ones!

  Could it be an imposter? Robert thought to himself as he quickly pulled on the reins of his horse, blocking the direction of the man-eating demon once again.

  The atmosphere suddenly became tense.

  Good strode forward, halting in front of Robert and glaring at the voluble Wolf officer.

  Gud's towering figure was half a head taller than Wolf, who sat on the wolf-like creature. His nearly equally wide body stood there, blocking Robert's line of sight completely.

  "Last time some guy was yapping away at me in front of the temple, you know what I did?" Good's eyes locked onto the werewolf officer. "I slammed him to the ground, headfirst."

  Gud's extremely violent physique and glaring black eyes also scared off the werewolf officer's mount.

  "Pan Shuai, don't be like this." Jing Yu hastily stood up and said. Treating a Saloman priest like this is very impolite, especially for the Wolf tribe that values honor more than life. This kind of thing can easily lead to conflict, among the Bi Mong, starting a private fight with just one word is very normal, Bi Mong law does not explicitly prohibit it.

  "It's really embarrassing." The little fox also stood up.

  Liu Zhenhong didn't move a single muscle, fiddling with the wolf-tooth club in his hand. The pandas behind him drew out the snow-bright spears from their backs and slowly approached.

  Twenty panda warriors standing together is a terrifying sight, their sturdy physique making them exude an aura of formidable aggression that surpasses even the Pier tribe's bear men.

  The wolf cavalrymen of this team felt something was wrong, although there was a flash of fear in their eyes, but they didn't hesitate at all, and each of them slowly surrounded the horse with a strong hand on the hilt of the knife.

  The wolf cavalry actually knew in their hearts that maybe just one of the black-eyed bears could collect them all, but they still didn't retreat.

  The two armies faced off, and what mattered was a single aura. The eyes of the Pantal warriors were like those of ferocious bears scanning individual beehives.

  The mastiffs also came up, each of their throats low growling, with piercing eyes.

  What is this, even regular troops dare to be so presumptuous. The sweat on the back of Sharoman's Robert Bajo had already come out, cool and refreshing. Twenty wolf riders versus forty war priests' excellent followers, even a fool knows what the consequences of fighting would be.

  "What do you mean?" The stranger stared at Gud.

  "Don't block my way." Liu Zhen walked over.

  If he promised the Huns their freedom, Liu would have to keep his word.

  Robert saw something in his eyes that made him think the priest was looking for a place to hide a body after killing someone.

  Helen hurried over, tugging incessantly at Liu Zhen's arm, the "Rituals and Ceremonies" clutched in her elbow dispelling Wolf Officer's last shred of doubt.

  This kind of fake book can't be taken seriously.

  "You misunderstand me," Robert hastened to explain. "I have no right to pry into the whereabouts of the two priests."

  "What's with you always blocking me?" Liu Zhen heard this and his tense face slightly relaxed.

  "It's like this, half a day ago, we received a distress call from a Hobbit village. A monster from another realm, the 'Star-Tailed Turtle', has invaded the village of the Halflings, who are friends with our Wolf tribe. Our garrison is not large, so we can only send this small squad to deal with the problem. The Star-Tailed Turtle is a rare and formidable beast, its body covered in massive bony armor, and we are no match for it. So, we hope to get the help of the two High Priests!" Robert explained hastily, glancing weakly at the towering Good, and patted a small horse's buttocks: "It's clear that the followers of the two High Priests are all brave warriors!"

  Actually, the brave Wolf would rather die in battle than ask for help from others. Robert was also helpless and could only use this as an excuse to deceive him, not giving that bandit-like priest a chance to explain himself, leaving Robert anxious in his heart.

  It's not that he was afraid of this guy, but mainly because it didn't make sense to fight over something that didn't exist. Robert comforted himself in his heart.

  "Star-Tailed Turtle?" Helen and Ningyu exclaimed in unison.

  "Another model?" Liu Zhen was initially delighted to hear that the beast was a turtle, but then he couldn't help but feel a relapse of his old symptoms.

  "What's wrong? Is it serious?" Little Ai looked at Helen and Ningyu in confusion.

  "It's not just fierce!" Helen said: "This is a top-notch troublesome demon, its armor is extremely hard, and physical attacks are basically ineffective!"

  "And there's also a giant wolf-like creature with a thousand tails! It can even use wind magic!" Qingyu apparently was not unfamiliar with this magical beast.

  "Oh? Does my magic scare you?" Evel said with a pout, summoning a spell and shooting out a magical water arrow that soared towards the Newton Giant Bird flying in the sky.

  But missed the mark.

  Avril's face turned slightly red, and she slowly chanted out a long string of smooth magic notes, crushing the last shell-made magic scroll by her side.

  Although Avril herself doesn't admit it, her water magic level is really terrible. Terrible as it is, she won't allow others to say so.

  Since coming to land, the call of water elements is no longer as easy as it was in the sea. Large-scale magic now also requires her to make a magic scroll to summon, unlike human mages, she can only use shells to make magic scrolls and cannot use sheepskin rolls.

  This shell was the last item she had to make a magical scroll, originally there were two, both of which were her treasures covering her chest, during Liu Zhen's and her first "Evolution Boundary", one was brutally pinched off by his rough hands.

  Mermaids of the sea tribe are mermaids of the sea tribe.

  The magic scroll shell was pinched open, and a gorgeous pale blue light flashed by. A row of dense magic water arrows shot into the sky with a "peng" sound. Although the accuracy was still poor, there were many of them, and half of them fell to the ground, while the other half hit Newton's giant bird in the belly. The giant bird let out a mournful cry, spilling down a string of stinky green blood, and flew towards the distant mountains with a shake. After a long time, a sound of heavy objects crashing through tree crowns and falling to the ground was heard from afar.

  "Magician?" Not only did Robert's scalp explode, but even the Wolf Riders, who were not easily surprised and had been surrounded by both pandas and mastiffs, also showed a look of horror on their faces.

  Mages! The deluge of the heavens, the inferno of lava! The lightning that descends from the sky! These myths, passed down through generations of Mongols, suddenly leapt out of the memories of the Wolves.

  "This is my private magical advisor." Liu Zhen stunned coughed twice, pretending to be very calm and said. In fact, he would have liked to drag this little hoof, Aiyue, into his arms and kiss her fiercely, it's really too embarrassing!

  The gazes of the wolf cavalrymen changed, a magical advisor! Even among human nobles, only a few nobles have personal magical advisors? Just now, if they were to really fight, as long as there was one magician present, another battalion of wolf cavalry would be sent to their deaths.

  "Xiao Ai, the magical level of Xing Wei Gui is probably higher than yours." Jing Yu hesitated for a moment before speaking the truth, although this was a bit of a blow to the mermaid princess's confidence.

  "The most fearsome thing about the Star-Tailed Turtle is its 'Drunken Cloud' attack magic. No matter how powerful a magical beast may be, if it's hit by this magic, it will only fall asleep. This magic doesn't have any killing power, but it's really annoying." Helen added.

  "This guy is fierce!" Liu Zhen thought of the *** he used to capture prisoners on the battlefield, wetting a towel and covering the little devil's nose from behind for three seconds before letting go.

  "So we need the help of both masters after all!" Robert was persuaded by their harmonious words, and upon further thought, he felt that seeking their assistance was indeed the right decision.

  "It's everyone's duty to eradicate evil creatures!" Helen readily accepted the invitation: "Anyway, we were originally going to hunt for the crystal cores of magical beasts in the Southern Cross Star Forest."

  "Your bravery is as dazzling as your beauty!" Robert exclaimed sincerely.

  "Helen grasped Liu's arm tightly, looking up at him with a glimmer of hope in her eyes."

  "Pan Shuai, what do you think?" Liu Zhenhong turned his gaze to Gu De, who was playing it cool with a cold expression.

  "It doesn't matter, anyway it's been a long time since I've had turtle soup." Gu De smiled faintly. In private, Gu De was still quite pleased with the nickname "Panta Tribe Hunk", although the dark circles under his eyes made him feel a little imperfect.

  "What's the point of waiting... might as well go have some fun too......" Looks like I'll soon have two turtle shells to use as tents~~~ Liu Zhen shook his Blood Jade Ring and burst out laughing.

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