"It's still a chick, but it has great potential."
Ken looked behind him and saw several [Cangcuo Snake] eggs being washed in the dark fire pit.
"The monsters are very strong, and the weak ripples here are very suitable for hatching."
The beast tamer's face was hidden in the hood.
He was dressed like a magician from southern Xinjiang at this time, and the faint light from several pumice stones outlined the shadows of him and the soul crow.
"You don't have to work so hard and wait until midnight to do things."
Ken said.
"We are compatriots who have come all the way. Heila and others don't need to be deliberately indifferent, just open your hearts. Besides, everyone has seen corpses and blood, and no one will care about this little scar."
"Thank you for your consideration, this scar has its meaning."
The beast tamer's smile pulled the two completely different faces on both sides. While expressing his gratitude, he also waved his hand in refusal.
"I look like a monster. There's nothing to hide. I can do a lot of things away from people."
The Soul Crow flapped its wings twice, and its three heads collided with each other, dropping a few pieces of black velvet, as if defending its master.
The beast tamer stretched out two fingers and calmed the restless little guy.
Hatching and taming are quite profound knowledge. Only the clans of animal nature will be immersed in the knowledge related to it for generations.
He stretched out his palm to the pumice stone, purple light flowed, magic began to become active, and more energy poured into the snake egg.
"Your identity as a war banner was given by Mother Winter, right?"
"Yes, in a massacre not long ago."
Ken waved his right arm and dispelled all the visions, proving that the highest authority of the tribe was in his hands.
"Tsk, there are very few orthodox leaders."
There are many ways for leaders to be born. In the current Pallotus, many war banners are inherited or self-proclaimed. The refugees on the road of escape place their hopes on a strong warrior, who is qualified to make decisions.
"I heard that you have assigned positions to other people?"
The beast tamer asked tentatively.
It is natural that the fisherman is in the Ice Eye and Arthur manages the blacksmith shop.
Kuima has the longest qualifications and is also a top shooter with a clear career, so only he can lead the long-range firepower formation.
Ken heard the request in the other party's tone, turned around, and saw a face as calm as ice, a perfect face.
The beast tamer also looked at him.
"The war banner of the ancient tribe will need a shaman who is well versed in the world. I desire this honor and am willing to devote my efforts to it."
Ken did not rush to answer, but looked at the man in front of him seriously.
He is the oldest among the Heilas. It is said that he comes from a branch of the Light Frost Tribe. He likes to be with livestock, but that doesn't mean he is ignorant.
Quite the opposite...
He understands the meaning of "survival" and "loss" better than anyone else.
"From the perspective of wild animals, you can actually see more things. I have been exposed to magic and mysticism, and have lived in the wilderness of the North for many years. I have heard or witnessed many events."
The beast tamer showed a look of reminiscing about the past.
It was the first time that Ken met a subordinate who recommended himself. His original intention of recruiting Heila was to use him in a critical place, so he asked seriously: "What are you asking for?"
"The power of the altar, which is the premise of hatching and domestication."
"Let me think about it."
Ken looked at the suspended boulder in silence.
He was not worried that his subordinates would rebel.
This little thing would not cause any waves. The whole land was closely connected to him, and the altar was just one of the nodes.
The reason why Ken hesitated was to activate the other party's talent.
Ken immersed himself in his heart, immersed in the familiar galaxy in the spiritual world. In the waves composed of experience points, each light spot represented a subject of Santonkaya.
He focused his attention and searched for the symbol of "beast tamer" in the ripples.
The experience points turned into lines, gathered from all directions, crisscrossed around it, and then poured into it, until the light spot burst into flames and flew back to the river along the way it came.
[Specialty: Sacrifice Spirit]
[Effect: Incubation time is reduced by 15%]
[He knows the habits of monsters and beasts. Birds are his eyes, tigers and leopards are his weapons. He will give the most appropriate care to each cub that is about to be born. ]
Ken's consciousness returned to reality.
Activating talents is imperceptible. It will only be reflected when it is actually applied, and it will not be noticed like treatment or data improvement.
The beast tamer just looked up, and Zhan Jing's hesitation made him a little disappointed, so he added:
"The shaman I am referring to is not the kind of fool who pretends to be a god, but an assistant who can go with the army."
He said with eager eyes and sincerity.
"As long as you give me a little trust, I will prove that what I said is true, and I will also become a powerful arm on your way to expand the territory."
Ken was still calm, but when he heard this, he raised his eyebrows directly.
The beast tamer thought he had said something wrong, but saw Zhan Jing raised his hand and pressed it down, smiling and explaining: "If Meng heard this, he would bare his fangs at you."
The two smiled at the same time.
The soul crow jumped two steps on his shoulder and adjusted the landing point of its claws. It could also sense that the atmosphere began to ease.
[The "beast tamer" in the team was upgraded to "army shaman". ]
"I am honored to serve you."
He showed his hideous face after burning, and solemnly handed over a neatly written note.
Ken unfolded it, and on it was the name of the beastman in the Light Frost Tribe.
"It exists, but don't call it."
The shaman pulled down his cloak and covered his face again. After obtaining a new identity, his whole temperament became gloomy.
"Shamans are inevitably exposed to curses and secret words. Some lunatics in the North have tried to invade consciousness through names, and there are successful cases. I have to be cautious. From now on, only you should know it!"
Ken opened the gray vision.
He thought of [Silena], a member of the Revealer Organization, a woman who could peek into the heart.
Ken looked around, twisted and tore the note, and finally threw it into the smoldering red charcoal and burned it into curled ashes.
"Hiss, wait, when did you start preparing for this position?"
Ken suddenly thought:
During the long migration, countless hunting and gathering, he never heard the other party mention his name.
"Very early," the shaman admitted. "Probably in the dungeon? Your speech is impressive, I will remember it in the remaining few days of my life."
"You are indeed a smart prey."
"Thank you for your compliment."
[Facility: Altar]
[Level: D]
[User: Military Shaman]
Ken stared at the pumice stone spinning above his head in a daze.
They are absorbing the power hidden in the land through the shaman's control, and constantly sprinkling curtain-like purple mist.
The Cangcuo snake eggs glowed rhythmically like breathing, and also swayed accordingly.
[The tribe you lead is developing, and the team configuration is gradually improving. Next, a smooth trade route is needed. ]