Boiling Beast Bloodline-Chapter 808 - 178: Confusing Situation_2

"The temple’s actions are not limited to this alone, this time two divine servants shall also make their move, and Brut even wishes to showcase the glory of our War God before the heretic Beamon!" Lord Bog Camp graciously wet his throat with fine wine, "The former lives of the two divine servants were those of mighty cobra warriors, and in the dry deserts, their lack of need for water makes them even more suited for the battlefield!"

This time, the assembly of ghosts and deities was convened. Liu Zhenhan was amused. His "Death Lord Ring" was, after all, a dimensional space for the undead. Although the Ring Spirit could only contain one, undead with their own thoughts could reside within it. Currently, eight Buer Tribe Soul Wanderers reside within it. These eight gentlemen, having recruited eighty Ymir Minotaurs after a battle with the Flame Emperor, wondered if eighty Ymir Minotaurs clad in magma armor could defeat the two Medusa divine servants.

"So, who primarily comprises this time’s troops?" Koala Bear Shaman Remel interjected, the bear shaman had already reaped many benefits behind Liu Zhenhan’s back, even the straightforward Pier could now understand the significance of the Feilengcui Lord Richard. Remel and Deshang both quite liked this amiable friend from Piegel. The spring’s desert offensive would certainly include Richard, hence they as well.

"As far as I am aware, aside from the diversion of some local corps, the ’Whip of the War God’ legion is also about to make a move, and this time, the army has secretly trained a special kind of troops that will also be deployed. This newly formed combat-ready force, thanks to the king’s and the army headquarters’ excellent secrecy, is completely unknown to the outside world about its composition, of course... as shamans, we naturally will not delve too much into this matter," Lord Bog Camp lightly sipped his nectar, pursing his lips, "The proportion of shamans accompanying the army will greatly increase, besides pulling out twenty Staff Shamans from the shaman convention, four of the twelve main shamans will join the expedition."

"For the first time in a thousand years, the kingdom has finally undertaken a proper military operation," Lord Deshang chuckled, "This move is indeed no small matter, having mobilized almost all the elite forces we could. If we cannot win now, there really is no excuse left."

"If this attack goes smoothly, we will secure a small province in the desert region, perhaps even a large province is possible! Most importantly, if we can reform those heretic Beamons, our Beamon Kingdom might rise in one fell swoop, and the road to Mount Hyjal might also become clear," White Tiger Shaman spoke with ambition, "The only trouble is that the army’s plan involves setting up military bases in every oasis, to indoctrinate the desert Beamons via local government officials. So, Brut has also scheduled the construction of main temples in the desert areas; after all... converting heretics should be our shamanic duty! How could the army dare to overstep their bounds!"

"Emperor Grecke Sal is indeed endowed with great talent and vision!" Liu Zhenhan raised his thumb, finally catching on to something substantial; perhaps the temple’s active participation in the war was also a desperate attempt to expand its own influence. In other words, it was because the Taige Tribe could no longer tolerate the Rhine Tribe’s incessant bolstering of power. If another desert Beamon race pledged loyalty to the Rhine Tribe, the balance of power would be toppled forever.

However, the only doubt Liu harbored was that desert warfare, after all, differs from conventional warfare. Before even having secured the desert oases, thinking about divvying up the spoils seemed a bit too optimistic. After all, in last year’s offensive, Beamon hadn’t gained much either.

"If a main temple is established within the desert oases, the biggest issue will be money," White Tiger Shaman Bog Camp said with a laugh, "This large number of shamans marching with the army also includes the aim of preparing financial resources, relying solely on support from the kingdom’s treasury is unrealistic." He continued, "There are no outsiders here, so I might as well share with you all: in this Olympic Shamanic Conference, whoever wins the laurel will appoint the new maintainer of the temple, Shaman Wei An. Because Brut believes that the young are spirited, and in the turbulent heart of the new religious district, an iron-blooded Great Shaman Wei An is needed..."

Lord Bog Camp smiled as he watched Liu Zhenhan, who was lost in his drink, and continued, "...In my view, this new Great Shaman Wei An will surely be Lord Richard taking over, with Master Qi Dan of the Northeast Main Temple being promoted to one of the twelve main shamans, and Lady Cui Beixi taking over as the chief Wei An of the Northeast Province. Then, Lord Mourinho’s lineage will simultaneously see two Great Shamans and one Lanxia elected, and with Brut’s impending retirement and Lord Mourinho being the most popular candidate for pontiff, it is no wonder that his lineage produces such accomplished shamans!"

"Me?" Liu Zhenhan laughed heartily, slightly bewildered. Could he really be promoted two levels at once, to become Great Shaman Wei An?

"Bards outside have already deeply ingrained your image among all Beamons; having you, with your iron-blooded style, take up the position of shaman in the desert region couldn’t be more perfect," White Tiger Shaman Bog Camp said with a smile, "Even my three-year-old son has recently been utterly engrossed in your exploits."