Soon.
From Nekado's somewhat incoherent words, Elvin and the others understood who this "evil spirit that lost its child" was.
This land was vast and rich in the eyes of the pioneers. It was as if there were treasures everywhere.
However, it did not mean that the lives on this land were truly in heaven. The natives would also experience all kinds of natural and man-made disasters, war, and famine.
During the famine years, the Atreans' tradition was not to let their children starve to death with them. Instead, they took the initiative to … drown them in the river.
This was because in the legends, the children who drowned in the river would eventually become the spirit of the river — the beavers!
By eating the water plants, roots, and bark, their children could survive in another form.
This legend had been passed down for a long time. In the ignorant world, many mothers would do that when they had no other choice.
However, as time passed …
More and more mothers who lost their children inevitably died in the famine. Their resentful souls slowly gathered to form a regional evil spirit — the Childless Evil Spirit, Pocatello.
In fact, this was the original name of this land that the natives spoke of before the pioneers arrived.
As time passed, Pocatello's power seemed to grow stronger.
In recent years, it had appeared more frequently, and every time it appeared, it would cause a massacre. It was especially merciless against the hunters who hunted the beavers for their pelts!
This was because it firmly believed that the beavers were once its children.
However …
Unlike the past, the scale and intensity of Pocatello's revenge this time was unprecedented.
There were close to thirty people who could see it. Who knew how many victims there were in the North West Fur Trading Company or other places.
Clearly, for some unknown reason, the evil spirit's power had increased recently. It was even gradually evolving into a trend of strange disasters in the Transcendent World.
The more Nekado spoke, the more afraid he became. He no longer had the impassioned spirit he had before he set off for his friends. It was obvious that he had woken up from the bewitchment of the Perfect Fur.
He moved his feet and quietly hid behind Elvin, the Transcendent on his side.
"Pocatello … Pocatello …"
As the native tribe leader, Apsoa, kept shouting.
Suddenly, a strange wind blew over everyone's heads.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh …
The tall broad-leaved trees on both sides of the river kept swaying, and the yellowed leaves of the late autumn fell down one after another.
It was already evening.
The setting sun continued to spread the dense shadows in the dense forest. The shadows slowly extended from the opposite side of the river, covering a large part of the river bend and also the place where everyone was standing.
Finally, there was a reaction from the river. Small waves rolled, and a thick fog gathered on the surface of the river.
A cold and treacherous atmosphere gradually enveloped the entire riverbank.
"Chi … chi …"
In the fog, there seemed to be a weak patient gasping for breath with great difficulty. Faintly, he could hear a few baby cries that were as soft as feathers.
Although the voice was very low, it seemed to resound from the bottom of everyone's heart. It was sharp and ear-piercing, as if someone was scratching a blackboard with their fingernails, causing everyone's nerve endings to tremble.
In the study of mysticism, every person's name had a special meaning or even power. Some existences even had true names that were unique in the world.
The eastern "White Swamp Painting" was the same as the exorcism, witchcraft, and shamanism.
"Pocatello!!!"
At this moment, Apsova slammed his staff and shouted again.
In the shadows cast by the forest, the thick fog suddenly dispersed.
A hair-raising figure was revealed in front of everyone.
It was so thin that it was hard to tell if it was a man or a woman.
Its body was extremely shriveled, and describing it as a bag of bones would be a compliment.
Its short body seemed to be covered in a thick layer of plaster. It was ghastly white from head to toe, so white that it was frightening.
Only its palms were pitch-black.
Its body was wrapped in a large, dirty robe that seemed to have been dug out from the soil. It did not fit well at all. The patterns were completely mottled, and it was impossible to tell which era it belonged to.
The "childless evil spirit" turned its head slightly and "looked" at the people by the riverbank.
Around its sunken eye sockets were shattered cracks, surrounding the black, eyeless void in the middle.
It seemed to hide a bottomless abyss, and there were hundreds of female souls that had already turned into starving corpses, wailing and sinking in it.
Anyone who dared to look it in the eye immediately had their eyes filled with fantasies. Ardent calls for "child!" "Child!" rang in their ears.
Those with weak willpower would even walk into the cold river, step by step, in a vain attempt to reunite with this "mother."
For example … Director Nekado.
In the beginning, he had been intoxicated by the "perfect beaver skin" and had ignored the danger to come here personally.
Now that he was facing the main culprit, how could he resist?
However, he only took a step forward.
Elvin, who was beside him, pinched the back of his neck, and he fainted.
"Bam!" He fell to the ground.
It was worth celebrating that he didn't cause trouble for others.
Apsova, who was facing the evil spirit, didn't care about the commotion behind him. He slammed the white oak staff in his hand again and growled.
"Pocatello! Evil spirit, stop! This isn't a place you should be! "
He turned his face in Apsova's direction.
The evil spirit's shriveled lips cracked open slightly, revealing the black, incomplete teeth inside as if it was silently mocking them.
"Tsk —!"
They easily understood what it meant. Everyone who dared to kill its "child" … had to die!
Clearly, this evil spirit that was gradually growing in strength had started to possess some evil spirit traits. For example, it strictly followed certain established rules to kill people.
However, no one could be sure whether this evil spirit, whose strength had increased recently due to unknown reasons, would be hunting down those who dared to hunt beaver pelts in the future, or would it take revenge on all those who had hunted beaver pelts in the past.
After all, beaver skin was the mainstay of the fur trade. It was far more precious than other items such as white-tailed deer skin, bison skin, and so on.
Moreover, the difficulty of hunting beaver skin was lower than the latter two. As long as one wasn't afraid of the cold river water, one would be able to reap the rewards.
Therefore, every hunter in the New World had hunted beaver skin at least once.
These hunters in the original Pocatello area included almost every adult male of the native tribes!
Moreover …
The largest native tribe in this area was, of course, Apsova's Yucatan tribe and several other large Huron tribes.
As the leader of the tribe, Apsova couldn't possibly gamble on the idea of an evil spirit.
No one could predict if it would gradually expand its scope of revenge as it killed more people and grew stronger.
"I have to kill it or banish it!"
After making up his mind.
For a native shaman, to deal with a "spirit", of course, he had to borrow the power of other "spirits"!
Perhaps it wasn't too accurate to use the Old World's term of "shaman" to refer to them.
Strictly speaking, they should belong to the "shaman religion" as they believed in the existence of spirits. It would be more appropriate to use the term "shaman" to define them.
Apsois took out a dagger made of bear's teeth, gold, and obsidian, and gently cut his palm.
Psst!
He smeared both his hands with fresh blood and used it to communicate with the "guardian spirit" that the tribe and the entire Huron tribe believed in.
The "spirit of nature" that existed widely in the New World was a powerful spirit born between heaven and earth. It was materialized because of faith, and it was constantly growing stronger because of faith.
Although it didn't even have the status of a demigod, it relied on the deep-rooted connection with this land to possess great power that surpassed all spirits, including evil spirits!
Dong dong! Dong dong! Dong dong!
He carried a hand drum, "Tebonastre", that was made by burning a tree trunk, and kept hitting the bear skin drum with both hands.
His feet moved in a primitive and exaggerated dance steps, the feather crown on his head swaying gently, and the copper bell at his waist kept ringing.
He used the native language to loudly sing praises, and the ethereal and high-spirited voice spread out.
For beings with strong spirituality like Elvin and Milan, even if they didn't understand the native language, they could clearly understand the meaning of the song.
"'Spirit of the Great Bear', Graham!
You are the embodiment of the power of the War God (our elder brother)!
The forest is your fur!
The mountains are your arms!
The plateau is your head!
.....
"Spirit of the Great Bear"
Your subjects call upon your power to destroy the evil spirit! "
In Elvin's spiritual vision, there was an earthy yellow magic light spreading out along with the sound waves.
Dong!
Apsova, the shaman, used all his strength to hit the hand drum heavily.
Rumble!
The terrifying evil spirit standing on the water surface seemed to have been bound by some powerful force from the first beat of the drum, and it couldn't avoid the power of the "Spirit of the Great Bear" in the drum!
It was like a giant hammer smashing a piece of ice.
Screech!
After a sharp cry, the pale figure disappeared without a trace.
"Yaku —!"
"Yaku —!"
The group of native warriors who came with their leader cheered loudly for the power of the "Spirit of the Great Bear".
However, Elvin's expression didn't relax at all.
He could feel the energy waves when Apsova was casting the spell just now. In terms of his activated spiritual energy, he was at most on par with himself, at the peak of a Level 1 apprentice.
Even if he received the blessing of the "Spirit of the Great Bear" through the prayer ceremony, the overall strength was still there.
For an evil spirit with so much resentment that it was almost equivalent to a Level 2 Transcendent, even if it was injured, it wouldn't be crushed into pieces without any resistance like just now.
Moreover, Elvin didn't see the "Evil Spirit Dust" after the evil spirit was destroyed, and he didn't feel the cold atmosphere in the forest dissipating.
There must be something wrong with this abnormal situation!
He began to carefully observe his surroundings.
Evil spirits had many unreasonable abilities, and the common abilities included: killing with their thoughts, cursing, possessing, immunity to physical damage … The more powerful ones had all kinds of special abilities.
When dealing with such strange things, one must be very, very careful. If one was careless and failed miserably, it would be a big deal.
Suddenly.
He noticed something strange.
The "Brown Bear Warrior" had taken care of all the "Skinless Men" with the help of the three Crowmen, but he didn't remove the Transcendent blessing that seemed to have taken a toll on him.
Instead, he lowered his head slightly and slowly walked to Apsoa's side with his body covered in blood. To everyone's surprise, he raised the obsidian sword in his hand that still had broken bones and pieces of flesh hanging from it.
He smashed the sword at the back of his leader's head.
"Ah!"
"Stop!"
Clang!
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