Immortality Through Array Formations

Chapter 2676: Chapter 78: True Shaman_2

Even some poisonous herbs and bark were fed to them by the Shugubu, treating them entirely as non-humans.

This is the treatment of the Barbarian Slaves.

These live ”Barbarian Slaves” looked at Mo Hua not with joy, but with terror.

They mistook Mo Hua for someone from the Shugubu.

Whenever someone from the Shugubu came, it was to capture people for eating; they were the soul-reaping Niu, the man-eating yaksha.

Even though Mo Hua looked handsome and kind, knowing someone by face doesn’t reveal their heart; he might well be an Evil Ghost who eats ”people.”

The crowd of Barbarian Slaves was in a state of panic.

Mo Hua sighed softly in his heart.

For some people in this world, living is truly hard.

Mo Hua said gently:

”You don’t need to be afraid. I am a Shaman serving the deity, now commanded by the Divine Lord and entrusted by the Young Master Dan Zhu of the Danque Tribe, here to rescue you from your sea of suffering.”

Mo Hua’s face was like jade, with a dignified expression, his beauty akin to that of an immortal, his tone clear and also carrying a calming power.

Moreover, he mentioned ”Shaman” and the widely renowned ”Young Master Dan Zhu” of the Danque Tribe.

After exchanging glances, a trace of hope inevitably appeared on the faces of the desperate Barbarian Slaves.

Several people from the Danque Tribe bowed to Mo Hua:

”Thank you, Shaman, thank you, Young Master Dan Zhu.”

With someone taking the lead, others’ doubts gradually dissipated, and more tribesmen from the Danque Tribe bowed to Mo Hua in thanks.

Even some Barbarian Cultivators from tribes other than the Danque Tribe followed suit, bowing and pleading to Mo Hua:

”Thank you, Shaman, thank you, Young Master Dan Zhu. We beg you, Shaman, to save our lives.”

Mo Hua didn’t like people kneeling to him.

This ”kneeling ceremony” was never a proper etiquette.

But now, as he was pretending to be a Shaman, there was no alternative; he had to endure the kneeling of these Barbarian Cultivators.

As everyone knelt, Mo Hua extended his fair fingers to touch the jail door.

The ”Holy Pattern” seemed to respond to his command, generated at his fingertips, condensing on the iron prison, directly breaking those unyielding iron doors open.

Such actions appeared miraculous to the tribal Barbarian Cultivators reduced to ”Barbarian Slaves.”

All Barbarian Slaves knelt down at once.

Those who previously harbored doubts were now convinced beyond any doubt. With great compassion, and holy pattern emerging from fingertips, Mo Hua was indeed the ”Shaman” saving their lives, rescuing them from their sea of bitterness.

The crowd called him ”Shaman,” bowing their heads to Mo Hua.

Mo Hua thus walked through the despair-filled, rust-stained prison, merely touching with his finger, and one after another, the cells opened wide, bringing hope of life to these suffering Barbarian Cultivators.

More and more rescued Barbarian Cultivators revered Mo Hua’s esteemed name.

Mo Hua felt a bit awkward, but acted with an air of composure.

Finally, not even an hour later, all prisoners held inside the Stone Palace dungeon were rescued by Mo Hua.

Mo Hua calculated that there were about over five hundred Barbarian Slaves.

More than half were from the Danque Tribe.

The rest were scattered Barbarian Cultivators from nearby small tribes.

These were the ”food supplies” stockpiled by the Shugubu.

Besides these food stocks, there were other things hidden within the Stone Palace.

Deeper inside the dungeon were some storerooms.

These storerooms held some real ”food,” like legumes, grains, jerky, and so on.

Is there actually decent food inside the Shugubu?

Mo Hua felt a bit of discord, but without time to ponder, his attention was caught by items in another storeroom.

These items were Barbarian Armor, along with the necessary materials for crafting it, including Demon Bone, leather, ironstone, etc.

The quantities were not insignificant.

”Bi Fang Tribe’s attack on Shugubu, could it be for this large cache of Barbarian Armor?”

Mo Hua’s mind was a bit startled, and somewhat intrigued.

He had long wished to mass-produce Barbarian Armor, to equip Barbarian Soldiers and test the results.

But in the Barbaric Wilderness, Elders expert in Artifact Refining were few, and refining materials were even rarer.

In some sense, these are ”military” materials, largely monopolized by major tribes; obtaining high-quality, large quantities, suitable for crafting ”Barbarian Armor” Monster Beast bones and fur, was exceedingly difficult.

This ”juicy morsel” must be devoured.

Of course, it wasn’t something he could decide alone; it required further careful deliberation.

The immediate urgency was to rescue the people.

Mo Hua turned back, looking at the faces filled with longing and hope, though dirty, and said slowly:

”The Divine Lord will bless you and save your lives. Now, follow me out.”

The crowd earnestly responded:

”Yes, Shaman.”

Mo Hua then led the group towards the doors of the Stone Palace.

Walking, they arrived before the enormous, gruesome White Bone Barbarian God statue.

All Barbarian Slaves were terrified, shrinking and trembling with fear.

They feared the man-eating Shugubu, and also feared the Barbarian God statue worshiped by the Shugubu.

At this moment, kneeling in front of the Barbarian God statue was an Iron Skill Bone with White Bone face paint, wearing the attire of the Shugubu Tribe.

”Shugubu’s Golden Core?!”

The captured Barbarian Cultivators were startled.

Kneeling before the Barbarian God statue, muttering something, the Iron Skill Bone was also startled.

He was frightened by Mo Hua.

Ever since witnessing the scene of the Golden Child slashing the Barbarian God with one sword, Mo Hua’s resemblance to the Golden Child’s appearance filled the Iron Skill Bone with dread.

Even though the Iron Skill Bone firmly believed it was just a dream, a product of his mind.

Yet there remained an instinctual fear of Mo Hua.

Mo Hua glanced at the Iron Skill Bone.