Chapter 8 The Wonderful Tribe_2

"No!" Helen shook her head with a smile, "Guoguo hasn't made a soul contract with you, you can't command it to fight for you, let alone its fighting capability is too low."

"Who said that?" Richard quickly woke up Guoguo, who was sleeping, pointed at the thorn bush in front, and said to Guoguo, "Kid, send a puff of frost over there."

Guoguo opened its sleepy eyes and sprayed a mouthful of frost, "pom" it hit the thorn bush, white frost splattered, and the green thorn bush quickly turned into a lump of transparent ice.

"How about that?" Richard smiled triumphantly.

"That doesn't mean you can become an Altar Sacrificial Ceremony!" Helen continued to shake her head, "The main role of an Altar Sacrificial Ceremony is to chant the war songs, to spread the glory of Kampas, the god of war, and to bless all Beamons. Owning a magical pet and being a sacrificial ceremony have no relation."

"I know how to sing!" Richard laughed, "I can't learn anything, only singing! I'm not bragging, whatever the song, I can sing it after hearing it once, at least forty or fifty percent of it."

Helen obviously pursed her lips.

"Don't believe me?" Richard said, "How about I try to learn and sing the song you just sang."

Helen was still skeptical.

"Listen!" Richard cleared his throat, opened his mouth, and sang.

The two mountains indeed sobbed for his departure, Richard indeed had an extraordinary mimicry in singing, the little fox listened to his singing, the trembling sound at the beginning of some parts were very similar.

However, the more Helen listened, the more her face grew solemn.

Richard was quite surprised at the moment. He wasn't familiar with singing any war song, it was more accurate to say he knew a pot-full of casual songs. Originally, he just wanted to have some fun and make the little fox happy, who knew that after learning the beginning; he couldn't stop singing, as if a gate had opened in his mind, and the continuous lyrics and tune gushed out like a river that had burst its dam.

Richard finished singing the last note and covered his mouth, feeling a little incredulous.

Helen was also looking at him, her blue eyes wide open.

"I told you I was good at imitating, didn't I?" Richard boasted shamelessly.

"You are a natural Soul Singer!" Helen hugged him excitedly.

"What?" Richard was stunned, "What singer?"

"Altar Sacrificial Ceremony has ranks; the lowest level is the Wind Whisperer. They can use war songs to soothe the soul, resonate with those who hear the song, comfort distraught souls, console the wounded hearts, restrain wild thoughts."

"Yeah, just like the wailers at the home funeral." Richard muttered, it felt similar to the mournful sounds during a funeral in his hometown.

"Only on the basis of being a Wind Whisperer can you advance to become a Soul Singer. The Spirit Communication war song of the Soul Singer can make those who hear the song communicate with their own language. At this time, the Altar Sacrificial Ceremony is considered to have the ability to summon magical pets. Because only when you become a Soul Singer can the magical beast understand you, know you, and become your companion." The little fox said excitedly, "My current status is that of a Soul Singer, and the Spirit Communication war song I sang to you is what enables languages to communicate! I can't believe you managed to sing it after hearing it just once! It's incredible!"

"What's so incredible about that?" Richard thought it was quite simple. It was just learning to sing a song. He had a belly full of casual songs, all of which he had learned after hearing them once.

"Do you know how rare it is for an Altar Sacrificial Ceremony to appear?" Helen's excited nose was sweating, "The probability of mages appearing among humans is about the same as ours! Can you imagine the occurrence rate of an Altar Sacrificial Ceremony now?"

"I don't know..." Richard didn't think it was a big deal.

"Every natural Soul Singer, in the long history of Beamon, there are only a limited number of them being recorded. Just like human mages who can use forbidden curses, they all have left a brilliant mark in history. They are heroes!" Helen hugged Richard. "Richard, you will definitely become the greatest sacrificial ceremony among us Orcs!"

"Really?" Richard had never thought of himself as a hero.

"The next promotion target of a Soul Singer is a War Shaman. Once you reach the level of a War Shaman, you can use the 'Berserk War Song' and begin to understand life magic. After that, you can advance to the power-wielder sacrifice, and then you can reach the highest sacrificial position of the temple, Great Shaman Wei An." Helen's excited face made Richard chuckle.

"You're saying that just by singing a song, I can become the highest shaman?" Richard shook his head like a wave drum; "I don't believe it."

"Whether you believe it or not!" Helen pouted her cherry lips, and her face showed two cute dimples.

"Even if I do become the highest shaman, wouldn't the two of us still be living on a small deserted island, hunting birds and fish to get by?" Richard said with a bitter smile.

Helen's eyes suddenly dimmed.

"It's okay, it's okay!" Seeing the sorrow on Helen's face, Richard also felt a heartache. He said; "Aren't you capable of sailing a boat? We can build another boat in the future and go back to your hometown, right?"

"It's not possible." Helen thought of the practical problem and a touch of sadness appeared on her young face.