776: Chapter 169: Offering Help When Not Needed_3 776: Chapter 169: Offering Help When Not Needed_3 There was no laughter around, only silence.
“If the ‘Secret Tongue of Taming’ works on this Three-legged Golden Toad, it proves that it truly is a Thousand-Mile Horse.
Only blood flowing with the lineage of a Thousand-Mile Horse from its soul and veins would resonate with this ‘Secret Tongue of Taming.'” O’Neal solemnly said to the shopkeeper, “Although I haven’t learned the noble art of Horse Appraisal from my elders, I solemnly give my highest respect to this technique that has been passed down for tens of thousands of years.”
Because it is related to the honor and dignity of the Haus clan, O’Neal couldn’t help but question the authority of the Lord.
What he said was true.
In the Haus clan, the “Horse Appraisal” is as sacred and inviolable as the temple’s “Ceremonial Code.”
Two Pier Race Scepter Shamans standing by hastily coughed a few tis, and several shopkeepers gave Liu Explosion aningful glances.
“Um …
alright, I’ve acknowledged the status of this frog…no…Thousand-Mile Horse, and now I formally confer upon Pavel Nedved the title of ‘Knight Steed Catcher’.
Facing ethnic issues, Liu quickly managed the situation.
After all, he was a temple shaman, and this sowhat made him redundant.
So what if he rode a wandering toad?
Even if Nedved was riding a tadpole, he was still his Divine Archer guard.”
“Army Steed Catcher?” Nedved imdiately made a horse-faced bitter gourd-like expression.
He was a bit confused.
“Yes, the Army.” Liu Explosion, without realizing he was simplifying the vocabulary, causing a huge psychological burden to the simple-hearted centaur archer, finalised his words.
One could not help but bust out laughing on the side, almost dying from laughter.
“Laughing?
Take a mirror and take a look.
You and this ‘Thousand-Mile Horse’ look like brothers, both with a face full of poxes.” Liu laughed and twisted this rogue crane’s face: “Hurry up and go heal !”
“Damn!
Can I pretend to be the toad man of your Beamon’s Zodanu clan then?
Hehe, the first ugly of Beamon.” One laughed and trembled with laughter.
Guoguo jumped down from Liu’s arms, cautiously approached the ‘Thousand-Mile Horse’, seeing this three-legged Golden Toad without a reaction, Guoguo extended a finger and poked the Golden Toad’s foot thick as a stone pier.
The “Thousand-Mile Horse” croaked a few tis, and after staring down its eyes for a long ti, it couldn’t find where Guoguo was.
When Guoguo stretched out her paw to poke it again, this Three-legged Golden Toad finally caught sight of a moving image, stretching out its tongue to lick this little thing’s face, Guoguo quickly hid in Liu’s arms, wiping her face fiercely before secretly taking a thief-like glance at this huge toad.
“Such a cute little thing.” A huge voice echoed in everyone’s hearts, the tender and soft voice seed to carry a hint of sleepy fatigue, bringing a dreamy fragrance that made people’s eyelids heavy.
Liu Explosion, like everyone else, suddenly looked up, firmly staring at the Evil-eye Tyrant that was suspended in the sky.
Then everyone unexpectedly found that their actions were so neat and uniform, without needing to ask any more questions, everyone already understood what had just happened.
This Evil-eye Tyrant is so powerful!
Liu’s heart ran cold.
The direct use of ntal power for silent ntal communication is the sign of controlling another person’s spirit.
Whatever the case, including the Fairy Dragon and One, everyone heard the words of the Evil-eye Tyrant.
This undoubtedly proved that this Evil-eye Tyrant could control the spirits and will of everyone here with ntal power.
If there is a difference, it is only in the process and ti of control.
Who knows how long this fellow needs to control him, one minute or fifteen minutes?
Liu had no clue.
This atball is not like the Sirens controlling the soul, nor is it like Liu controlling the shadow with “Shadow Assault”.
Heaven knows if the three great curses…
the ‘Curse of Blood Sacrifice’, ‘Holy Curse’, ‘Curse of the Fallen God’ have any restraining ability on it.
“Tyrant, what do you want to do?
Not fighting nor leaving, are you planning to marry into my family?” Liu yawned, pretending to be relaxed and spoke to the tentacle-like atball in the sky: “Just fine.
I’m short of a magical beast companion.
As a born Soul Singer with a fifty percent summon charm rate, I should be suitable for you.”
Liu’s words had an ulterior aning.
He skillfully ntioned his status as a natural soul singer, and also subtly told this big Evil-eye Tyrant that controlling a Soul Singer who has the right to soul singing isn’t that easy.
It is best not to do things that would break face.
The “natural born Soul Singer” is said to have a fifty percent success rate in summoning magical beasts.
Using a “Spirit Communication Chantsong” could push everyone into an ungainly situation…
It has to be said that Liu is right now stuck in an inextricable cycle.
Although he has a high chance of summoning magical beasts, he still doesn’t have his own exclusive magical beast.
Those he can’t bear to look at are too inferior, and those magical beasts that caught his eye are all formidable and notorious, all refusing to submit to a Beamon Shaman.”
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