Chapter 458: We Are All the Same

Teng Qian was stunned for a moment, then seemed to realize something, excitedly responded, turned and jumped down the city wall running toward the tribe.

The sound of wings flapping rang out; it was Ying Ze and his group who had already exterminated the vulture beasts.

"The vulture beasts have been temporarily repelled; they should come again in a wave before the night ends."

Many spots on Ying Ze's wings had feathers ripped out, exposing bone and flesh mixed with black feathers, not very clear to see, but the Beastman Warriors' sense of smell was extremely keen, naturally they had already smelled that strong bloody scent when they just climbed onto the city wall.

"You go down first to bandage your wounds; after the vulture beasts come, we still need you to hold them off."

Yuan Lang glanced at the wound on his wing, his dark brows slightly furrowed.

Ying Ze shook his head, this minor injury is nothing; we'll be fine after resting here a while, but don't underestimate the recovery ability of the Beastman Warriors of our Snow Eagle Tribe.

As his words fell, he felt his whole body wrapped in warm water flow, even the wound didn't hurt as before; a pleasant feeling surged to his heart, making him involuntarily moan.

Only when the saber-toothed bear below roared again did the Snow Eagle Tribe Beastman Warriors snap out of their pleasant state.

Only then did he see the shamanic light still not fully dissipated in the sky, his heart shocked: "This is... a shaman's blessing!"

Thinking that the pleasant feeling just now came from himself and his clansmen receiving the shaman's blessing, Ying Ze's heart uncontrollably raced, his face flushed with excitement.

Thinking of the miraculous nature of the shaman's blessing in legend, he couldn't help but turn his head to look at his own wound.

Indeed, the wound that had been bloody just moments ago now left only a faint trace, and the fatigue from resisting the vulture beasts had vanished completely.

He clenched his fist, Ying Ze felt he could now kill a whole group of vulture beasts.

"Captain! The oil is here!"

Hearing the voice, Ying Ze looked over and saw Teng Qian steadily carrying a wooden basin, walking up with a steady clatter.

The contents of the basin gave off a rich aroma, even in this cold weather sending up wisps of steam.

"This is..."

The Snow Eagle Tribe Beastman Warriors, who had never eaten stir-fried vegetables, truly did not recognize this thing.

"This is oil."

Yuan Lang, the king, also didn't explain, turning his head to order Teng Qian beside him: "Pour this oil onto the saber-toothed bear below."

Teng Qian smirked slyly, holding a wooden bucket as he approached the city wall ready to act, but he didn't expect the saber-toothed bear to sense the danger from above, actually shifting its fat buttocks to retreat from the moat's position.

Teng Qian's nose almost twisted in anger, "You little rascal, have you become a spirit? Do you have to be so wary?"

Yuan Lang's brows also furrowed beside him.

Seeing this, Ying Ze stepped forward to take the wooden bucket from Teng Qian's hand; the temperature made him almost drop it: "So hot!"

Teng Qian's eyes lit up, he quickly handed over the task to Ying Ze: "Having you help is great; I have no wings, you fly over and pour all this oil onto the saber-toothed bear's body, then come back quickly, be careful."

Ying Ze nodded, flapped his wings and rose from the city wall, flying straight to above the saber-toothed bear and poured the oil down.

The hot oil poured onto the saber-toothed bear, whose thick fur protected it; the bear merely roared a few times, then continued charging toward the city gate.

Yuan Lang pressed his thin lips, his eyes focused on the saber-toothed bear below constantly striking the city gate; arrows soaked in hot oil touched the torch and instantly ignited.

Ying Ze just stared blankly as the burning arrows struck the saber-toothed bear below; although ordinary arrows couldn't pierce its thick fur, the spark on the arrow seemed like the dung of a fireball beast hit by sunlight, instantly bursting into flame.

"Ao—!"

The saber-toothed bear's painful howl instantly echoed beneath the city wall; the howl was so mournful that the wild beasts and vicious beasts surrounding the city gate shuddered, and for a moment on the open ground below, aside from the bear's wail, there was no other sound.

Watching helplessly as a ferocious saber-toothed bear burned to black charcoal, wailing as it gradually fell silent, Ying Ze couldn't help but gulp hard.

Still feeling a bit frightened, he glanced at the wooden bucket Teng Qian held, only feeling his calves go weak.

If some got on him, wouldn't he end up like that saber-toothed bear below?

"Roar!"

Just then, an earth-shaking roar came from deep in the forest, heavy footsteps sounded from afar, and the beastfolk on the city wall could feel the ground tremble.

The joy from just having slain the saber-toothed beast vanished instantly, each face grew solemn as they looked toward the direction where snow was flying.

Watching the small-mountain-like figure trudging through the snow and flying toward them, Teng Qian after a moment pushed his protruding eyeballs back into his sockets, stammering: "What the heck is that!"

"That guy, his arms are thicker than my waist!"

Ying Ze also couldn't help but sigh.

Upon hearing that, Teng Qian also turned his head to glance at the Snow Eagle Tribe Beastman's slender waist, then at his own, heh~

"Now that's what a man's waist should be!"

The Beastman Warriors of the Snow Eagle Tribe are not as robust and yang as they are.

Yuan Lang gripped his bow and spear, eyes fixed on the ape-like beast charging toward the tribe, his battle spirit surging.

The Snow Tiger Clan Chief on the other side of the city wall naturally also saw that small-mountain-like vicious beast silhouette, his expression shifted slightly, he roared: "Prepare for battle!"

Perhaps because of the saber-toothed bear's death, the fiercest beast of this beast tide actually appeared ahead of time.

"Clansmen, as long as we kill this ape-beast, this year's beast tide will end, so we must kill it, battle!"

The Snow Tiger Clan Chief's beast-god power surged throughout his body, his battle spirit abundant.

"Battle! Battle! Battle!"

"Victory! Victory! Victory!"

The hope of ending the beast tide is right before our eyes; although each beast tide doesn't last long, the casualties among the tribe members always cause everyone great heartache.

The ape-beast rushing out of the forest ran toward the city wall while casually scooping up nearby wild beasts and stuffing them into its mouth; the "crack crack" refusal sounds could be clearly heard even from far away.

"This beast's appetite is really good."

The beastfolk all picked up their weapons; the early appearance of the vicious beast leader left them no chance to go out and retrieve arrows, and the remaining arrows on the city wall were far from enough to sustain until the beast tide ends.

The ape-beast, having swallowed wild and vicious beasts along the way, its body reeking of blood, sprinted and howled toward the city wall; the Snow Tiger Clan Chief let out a ringing roar, transformed into beast form, and lunged out.

The beast form of the Gold-rank Beastman Warriors is already quite majestic in the tribe, but compared to that ape-beast, it's still far inferior.

As the Snow Tiger Clan Chief leapt down from the city wall, the remaining few Gold-rank Beastman Warriors in the tribe also jumped down following him.

Yuan Lang gripped his weapon, leading the Beastman Warriors below Gold-rank down the city wall to fight alongside the other wild and vicious beasts.

The roars of the Beastman Warriors, the howls of the vicious beasts and wild beasts blended into one, echoing throughout the Snow Tiger Tribe's territory.

At that moment, the other tribespeople hiding inside the warehouse heard the earth-shaking roar outside, and their hearts leapt up; the females continuously prayed in their hearts, hoping that the Beast God would protect the Snow Tiger Tribe's Beastman Warriors.

Xuehu Wu and Wu Yue treated the last injured warrior, then washed the blood from their hands.

"Yue, come out with me; taking advantage of this beast tide, I will pass the shamanic blessing to you. With your current shamanic power, you are more than enough to learn this."

Xuehu Wu gripped the ancient shaman's staff in his hand, his expression solemn.

The tribespeople inside the warehouse were stunned; could Shaman Wu Yue already cast the shamanic blessing?

Only after the two shamans walked out of the warehouse did the crowd swarm onto the small window to look outside.

Without the vulture beasts' attacks, the tribespeople inside the tribe were much safer.

"Mobilize the shamanic power within your body, concentrate it via the shaman's staff onto the beast crystal at the top; then, with the beast crystal's empowerment, use your own consciousness to control this shamanic power and transmit it into each Beastman Warrior's body."

"The release of all shamanic arts requires our consciousness to control it; therefore, while we meditate daily to increase our shamanic power, we must also train the strength of our consciousness, so that we may grow into more powerful shamans."

Following Xuehu Wu's instruction, Wu Yue slowly mobilized shamanic power, concentrating it onto the beast crystal at the staff's tip; but when she tried to wrap her consciousness around that mass of shamanic power, it burst like a punctured balloon and instantly dissipated.

Wu Yue frowned; she clearly knew her problem: she could not simultaneously control shamanic power and consciousness—any movement of her consciousness would instantly loosen her grip on the shamanic power.

It is obvious that Xuehu Wu also clearly knows the problem that appears when first casting the shamanic blessing; he merely smiles faintly at the young female beside him: "When we first released the shamanic blessing, we studied for a full half year before we could simultaneously control consciousness and shamanic power."

"You also need to study well; now spread your consciousness to feel how I cast the shamanic blessing."

After Xuehu Wu finished speaking, shamanic power surged around his body, instantly gathering at the staff's tip; the dazzling shamanic light instantly reminded Wu Yue of the first time she saw Xuehu Wu cast the shamanic blessing.

The mass of shamanic power, empowered by the beast crystal, became ever more dazzling and strong; then that dazzling mass seemed to be split by some invisible force into countless portions, each shooting toward different Beastman Warriors and entering their bodies, with not a bit wasted.

The next moment, the wounded Beastman's wound instantly stopped bleeding, his weary body as if infused with energy, and he howled as he charged forward again.

Wu Yue turned her head to look at Xuehu Wu; his complexion was somewhat pale.

"The range and effect of the shamanic blessing are within our control; how many you bless and to what degree are up to you."

"But first, you must understand your own shamanic power reserves."

At this moment, Xuehu Wu's voice already revealed obvious fatigue; Wu Yue gathered a mass of healing shamanic power and sent it into his body: "Does it always leave you this weak after each shamanic blessing?"

With that input of healing shamanic power, Xuehu Wu's complexion improved considerably; hearing Wu Yue's question, he couldn't help but wryly laugh: "You should know that the shamans of the four great tribes overdrew their lives in an ancient disaster, so our bodies are no longer what they once were."

"I used to be able to cast three shamanic blessings in a row with no problem, but now just one… sigh…"

Wu Yue did not ask about that disaster; she believed that when Xuehu Wu wanted to speak of it, he would naturally tell her.

After all, few in the tribe know about this matter; even Yuan Lang has little memory of it.

The howls outside the tribe grew more chaotic and shrill; they, standing on the city walls, could even hear the ragged breathing of the fierce beasts outside and the Beastman Warriors' howls.

As the sky gradually darkened, at 12:10 PM the tribe once again faced a wave of vulture beasts' attacks, and the Beastman Warriors of the Eagle Tribe rushed forward.

The battle lasted until dawn before finally ending; with a piercing howl that echoed through the clouds, a loud 'boom' of a heavy object falling came from outside the tribe, the earth trembled, and then the rumbling like a beast herd stampeding gradually faded away, and the Snow Tiger Tribe finally regained peace.

"The beast tide has finally ended."

"The beast tide has ended!"

"The beast tide has ended, haha! The beast tide has ended!"

The Beastman Warriors inside the tribe opened the city gate; each blood-soaked, murderous Beastman Warrior dragged several wild or ferocious beast carcasses inside.

They were greeted with the excited, proud, and grateful gazes of the tribespeople.

The females busied themselves again; this time not to prepare for the beast tide, but to celebrate that the Snow Tiger Tribe had survived the beast tide.

Fresh beast meat gave off a tempting aroma; the Beastman Warriors who had washed the blood from their bodies sat around the fire, roasting and eating large mouthfuls of meat.

"Today was really thrilling; I rushed out and saw a saber-toothed tiger about to bite a tribesperson's head, I punched it and the saber-toothed tiger flew straight over the moat, haha!"

"Really? The moat is that wide—when did your fist become that strong?"

Facing his companions' doubt, Beastman Zhengkenrou's hand trembled, and he quickly stiffened his neck: "You don't know anything—I've always been strong!"

Wu Yue, Xuehu Wu, the chieftain, Yuan Lang, and some uncles and aunts from the tribe sat together, listening to the Beastman Warriors' bragging around them, and couldn't help but laugh.

"Don't listen to their bragging; when you see a wild beast you can still flash a few claws, but when you meet a ferocious beast you can only howl."

Yuan Lang's voice was not deliberately lowered; the few Beastman Warriors by the nearby campfires heard what he said, each face flushing red as they met the teasing gazes of the surrounding tribespeople, and they gave a dry laugh and lowered their heads.

Looking at Yuan Lang's tall, straight figure, I couldn't help but raise my fist and wave it.

Thinking back to when Yuan Lang accidentally leapt onto that tusked ape beast while slaying a wild beast, he instantly sidestepped to safety, far from that tusked ape beast; now he's here mocking them—are we not all equally capable?