349 A Shaman's Ability

A bloodied figure slammed into the ground at the Blackwind City's center square with enough force to turn an ordinary human into a meat paste as a small crater was formed underneath from the impact.

That person was the Blackwind Tribe's chief, Blackarrow, an Early-rank Battle Master. The body of such a person has been tempered beyond the boundary of ordinary human limits. It was incredibly tough and capable of exerting strengths of up to 500 thousand jins.

The impact was naturally not enough to crush the person.

At this moment, Blackarrow was surrounded by powerful Bone Demons on all sides. As soon as he picked himself off the ground, he was forced to receive the next barrage of attacks from Bone Kings and Behemoth-class Bone Knights. 

He was given no time to rest, and his situation looked especially grim with no hope of survival. His only saving grace was that the Bone Demons could all attack him at once due to their huge sizes.

Not only that, but the Bone Demons would also get caught in the attack of their own kind. Behemoth-class Bone Knights would sweep some Bone Kings, and Bone Kings would sweep some smaller Bone Demons like the unevolved Bone Soldiers and Bone Knights.

Swoosh!

A Behemoth-class Bone Knight with an arrow stuck in its head swept Blackarrow with another one of its colossal attack in an upward swinging motion. Blackarrow had limited space and had no choice but to do his best and receive the blow head-on with his saber.

Pang!

Blackarrow was launched into the air and sent flying in another direction along with many Bone Demons that were also caught in the attack.

"Watch where you are attacking, you f*cking giant goofball!" A Bone King roared angrily as he kicked the foot of the Behemoth-class Bone Knight.

A crimson light flickered in the Behemoth-class Bone Knight's empty eye sockets as it lifted its giant bone feet and stomped down.

Boom!

The stomp missed its intended target as the Bone King hurriedly dodged it, but a few other Bone Demons were not so lucky. 

Their bones were crushed into fine sand before a compelling force pulled them towards the Behemoth-class Bone Knight and absorbed into its already humongous body.

"Are you trying to rebel?!" The Bone King growled as it sensed the Behemoth-class Bone Demon no longer listening to its commands.

"Don't bother antagonizing it. It has begun to develop its own sentience. It is normal for it to be a little rebellious if you make it view you as an enemy." Another Bone King spoke. If it had a face, it would be frowning as it said this.

"Stop wasting time and get that human! Such a strong human would make a fine vessel for our soul once he is killed!" A third Bone King said excitedly with flashes of red light in its dark sockets.

Boom! 

The impact caused not so much of a grunt from Blackarrow as he twisted his body in midair to face the direction he was flying. It was towards another crowd of Bone Demons with a towering Behemoth-class Bone Soldier among them.

Despite being sent flying left and right, the Bone Saber remained firmly grasped in Blackarrow's hand. To lose his weapon was to plunge his already abysmal chance at survival deeper into the abyss.

He hacked out with a powerful slash and cleave through the Behemoth-class Bone Soldier as a dense amount of Darkness Profound Energy was absorbed shortly after, strengthening both him and the Soul Weapon. 

"For whom do you fight so hard, human?!" Bone King said as it caught up and clashed with Blackarrow. 

"You're the only one left in this city! The people you were protecting have long left and abandoned you! There is no longer a need for you to fight so hard! Give up, human! You have done enough! They are safe! You can rest now!"

The Bone King tried to entice Blackarrow and weaken his determination, but not only did it fail to do so, but it also reinforced Blackarrow's will instead.

"Such tactics will not work on me! My people did not abandon me! I chose to stay behind for them! And the more of you I kill, the safer they will be!" Blackarrow said firmly as they continued to clash. 

"Hmph! Incorrigible human! You could have a place among our ranks, but instead, you choose the path of death! In that case, just roll over and die for me!" 

"Hahaha!" Blackarrow laughed wildly like he had heard the most ridiculous thing ever before. He glared at the Bone King and sneered, "To embrace death or to resist and be killed? What difference is there between the two?!"

Blackarrow continued to fight valiantly.

Bang!

After the other Bone Kings and Bone Demons caught up, the Behemoth-class Bone Knight with an arrow stuck in its head swept out with another one of its colossal attacks and sent Blackarrow flying away again.

"What the hell are you doing?! Are you trying to kill the human or help the human?!" The Bone King roared and kicked the bone giant again.

The bone giant immediately responded by attacking all the other Bone Kings and Bone Demons in its vicinity with its gigantic bone mace.

"Look at what you did! You made it terribly upset!" Another Bone King blamed after getting implicated in the attack.

"That is not it, there is something wrong with this fella! He has gone completely rouge!" The Bone King explained.

It was not long before the Bone Kings caught wind of something amiss before one of them roared, "The humans must have done something to it! It is no longer one of us! Take it down!"

The Behemoth-class Bone Knight never stopped attacking. After 'it' heard the Bone King's words, it attacked even more strongly and quickly.

Alas, Behemoth-class Bone Knights may be slightly stronger than Bone Kings, but when they are ganged up on by multiple Bone Kings and other Behemoth-class Bone Demons, they will fall eventually.

Blackarrow also did not realize the bone giant had been helping him, but he faintly guessed something after glancing at the arrow stuck in the bone giant's head.

He was a bow-user, and a bow-user did not just need a good bow but also good arrows. Naturally, all his arrows had been enchanted by one of his tribe's Venerable Shamans.

…

The Blackwind Tribe's survivors had already broken away from the encirclement and fled several dozen miles north with the help of Goldeneye and his Dark Wyvern.

Pfft!

An old man suddenly spurted blood within the group and collapsed to the ground with a pale face before a boy cried, "Grandpa!" 

"Venerable Shaman!" The crowd also cried shortly after the boy. As they were moving at a relatively fast pace, it was quickly noticed by everyone the moment they stopped.

"Make way, make way!" 

Razorleaf pushed his way through the crowd and asked, "What happened? Why did you all stop—"

He stopped abruptly after he glanced down at the weakened old man just as the person spurted another mouthful blood.

"What happened to you, Venerable Shaman?" Razorleaf asked in shock before his eyes turned ferocious and glared at the crowd, "Who did this?!"

He was incredibly mad.

Shamans did not have great individual fighting strength, but they dabble in many things related to magic and runes and are the greatest supporting pillars of the tribes. 

The weakened Shaman was their Blackwind Tribe's only Soul Weapon Maker. His importance could be imagined.

"No need to look. It was the Bone Demons that harmed me." The Shaman said weakly with a bitter look before he fell unconscious.

Razorleaf and everyone else was confused, but the boy quickly explained, "Grandpa has been secretly assisting our Chief, but it must have been found out."

After hearing this, they were even more confused. They are already so far from the city. How could the Venerable Shaman have assisted their Chief left behind in the city?

Noticing their confusion, the boy had no choice but to further explain, "The Bone Demons are like mindless puppets that only follow the wills of others. As long as we inject our wills into them, we can overwrite the commands of the higher-ranking demons and control them as we please."

"It has been had on the Venerable Shaman." The crowd sighed with admiration.

After understanding the reason, the crowd was filled with greater respect for the Shaman. They were not sure of the exact details, but the Shaman's soul must have been harmed significantly.

"Who would like the honors of carrying the Venerable Shaman?" Razorleaf asked the crowd. 

Many hands were raised, but Razorleaf only needed to pick one.

"You will do." Razorleaf pointed at a young male warrior.

Shortly after, he said, "Alright, we need to continue moving before the Bone Army catches up. Do not let our Chief's efforts go to waste."

Everyone immediately nodded with a heavy heart. Although the chances were slim, they prayed that their Chief was also able to escape safely.