Jing Guan

An unnamed scout, sacrificed on the battlefield of the Southern Border, is miraculously reborn in an alternate universe. Unexpectedly, he becomes a shaman of the Orc Kingdom, even more, a rare Dragon Shaman that appears once in a millennium. What's more, he is cursed with the Blood Sacrifice of the vilest magic pet!

What lies behind this curse?

A charming beauty of the Fox Tribe, a Mermaid Princess from the Abyss Kingdom, a mysterious Clam Girl from the East, a Swan Warrior maiden, who is the very embodiment of an angel, all these arrive at his side one by one.

Mysterious Panda Warriors from the Eastern Panta Clan, powerful Elephant Warriors of the Orephin Clan, the invincible Whale Knights of the Banilou Tribe, from the deep sea, to the formidable warriors of Summer Palace will follow our protagonist on the stage of a grand war, carving their own path to glory.

Witness how our protagonist confronts his new identity, challenges the formidable human magic and invincible legions with the heroic Orc war-song. Witness how our protagonist take on the identity of the Double Dragon Shaman to defeat the Dragon Knights, leading the Bimon warriors, whose brilliance is gradually fading, and penning a saga of zero mortality amidst the battle with foreign invaders!

Boiling Beast Bloodline

"Richard, you must have gotten your hands on some nice loot these past couple of days, huh? Mind giving me a peek?" Master Aymar hardly sat down before he eagerly added another sentence with a chuckle.


"No problem!" Liu Zhenhan raised his eyebrows, it looked like the human alchemy master was ready to drive a hard bargain.


Helen immediately stood up and went to the distant tent to wake up the dozing Chief Financial Officers of Fawkes, took the ledger, and also summoned two night-patrolling Beamon warriors to carry over a treasure chest brimming with premium spoils of war.


The thick sheepskin ledger felt in Liu Zhenhan's hands like a large brick that could be auctioned off, while the massive treasure chest filled with the finest spoils of war was as heavy as a Tamerlarya, causing the two night-patrolling Piegel warriors to grunt under the weight.


Chapter 361: Harvest_3