I Became a Shaman in a Fantasy World - Chapter 105



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#105 The orc is making a good noise. (1)

A soul that is hundreds of years old.

The reason the soul stays in this world is because of foolishness and resentment.

To remain in this world for hundreds of years means that the grudge is strong enough not to fade with time.

Moreover, as time passes, that foolishness becomes stronger.

It is because it is strong that it endures, and it is because it endures that it is strong.

“….”

“Profit?”

In the current case, the circumstances seemed a little more complicated.

A soul weary from waiting for so long.

It was already worn out and I had lost my soul.

What I mean is that right now, it just exists.

Yet the presence of the soul was tremendous.

“What kind of fire is this?”

That blue fire.

That was restoring the state of the soul.

Although it has the shape of fire, it does not burn, but rather soothes and heals the soul.

“Chwiik! It’s a sacred flame.”

“So what is that?”

“It is the flame where the great ancestors dwell.”

As expected, what the orcs were telling me was similar to what I was seeing.

“Chwiik! Even now, the ancestors of Shamans dwell in the flames!”

“that’s right.”

“It smells.”

Ancestor of Shaman.

Romenel said it last time.

About five hundred years ago, there were special orcs.

“I don’t think it was five hundred years ago… Did he die after that?”

“The last shaman died four hundred years ago.”

“hmm?”

“I am now the last remaining descendant of the Shamans.”

The Shaman’s lineage has been cut off.

If that’s the case, then it means that we need to awaken that soul to solve the problem.

I guess that was one of the reasons I lit that fire.

The fact that no proper shaman was born after that spirit means that the lineage was completely cut off.

And that’s probably it.

“Is this the work of a necromancer?”

“Yes. All my brothers were either killed by them or taken captive.”

“You got caught?”

“The last of my brothers died a while ago.”

Swish –

When I turned my head, the spirit of the orc that had guided me bowed its head with a gloomy expression.

This guy also met me after he died, so he must have been in the same situation.

“Why were you arrested?”

“….It is because of the power of the Shaman. A power that has now disappeared.”

There was one thing that crossed my mind.

An old book I saw in the mountains.

A text that only orc shamans can read.

“Is that what it says in the book?”

“Chwi, chwiik!! As expected from a human shaman, did a great spirit tell you that?”

“Anyway, I think that whatever a shaman guesses, it’s because of some miraculous ability.”

If you go to a fortune teller and ask, “Are you here to have your fortune told?”, everyone is surprised.

It’s foolish to make a mistake even though you knew it in advance.

There are people who use this to commit fraud.

“You were dragged here to read that? What do necromancers do with it?”

“I don’t know, either.”

“….?”

“I’ve never been caught. Because I’m strong.”

Didn’t this guy meet me right before he was almost dead?

Actually, if the guy next to me who was called my brother hadn’t come looking for me, I would have died right then.

“A surviving orc. A strong orc.”

“….”

“The orcs here. They’re all strong.”

If we follow that logic, then it is correct that it is strong.

Because they are orcs who succeeded in crossing the sea on a raft.

The weak ones won’t even get there.

“Then the whole race will die out?”

Gulag’s face darkened.

So much so that his evil face looks pitiful.

“The current Orcs are powerless. It is an inevitable fate. Chwiik…”

“So you’re hiding here? Or because of that spirit?”

“Why are you asking me that?”

Then who would you ask that?

You should ask the person who is in charge.

“Didn’t you give me directions yourself?”

“….?”

“I just walked in that direction.”

When I heard Gulag’s story, it was truly heartbreaking.

Monsters that attack without warning.

And the pursuit of the necromancer that follows.

It appears that the only descendant of the Shamans who survived was Gulak.

“Chwiik! Many orcs are dead.”

It seems that he had gathered orcs and formed a tribe, but it seemed to be insufficient.

Well, there’s no way for orcs to fight against necromancers, right?

“I ran and ran again. Until the orcs no longer smelled like death.”

As Gulag finished speaking, wailing could be heard here and there.

“Chwiik… a prophecy of death.”

“…profit.”

I think I heard it from the orc I met last time.

That’s why I was afraid of my drops.

“Weak orc, whenever I smelled death, I would let you know. Just like when I was helped.”

“Well done.”

Isn’t this behavior quite similar to that of a shaman?

Because it’s a warning of impending disaster.

“But they all died.”

“….?”

“Chwiik! Because the orcs are still weak.”

Somehow, the orcs were said to be excessively afraid of the prophecy of death.

In their situation, it would have been no different from a death sentence.

As soon as Gulag spoke, he would have died.

“That’s why I came here looking for a place where there’s no smell of orcs. They still chase me.”

“You’ve worked hard.”

Who would have thought that you would have been on the brink of life and death while I was not looking?

These guys seem to have lived strange lives, as befitting monsters.

“Human Shaman, I followed the directions you gave me and was able to meet the final Shaman.”

Chuck –

Blue flames pointing proudly.

His shoulders were raised as if he was boasting.

“I succeeded in making a fire by following what was shown to me then.”

“Follow me?”

I don’t really know anything about that firework.

Today is the first time I’ve seen something proper.

What on earth did you do to me to create that?

And it’s not something you can just see once and follow.

No, I absolutely cannot follow that.

Because it’s more complicated than you think.

“Chwiik! Bring me the cane.”

“Sacred ritual!”

An orc running towards one side came with a long staff.

A staff longer than a gully.

The staff had skulls hanging from its end.

“The head of a weakened orc. Fight with me!”

“….?”

“Chris, I heard the rumors and studied them. Look at my growth.”

An orc walking in front of a blue fire and raising his staff.

“What the heck?”

The appearance was quite plausible.

If you think of the fire in front of me as a candle, its purpose is similar.

Because we inform the spirits of our location with candles and invite them by shaking bells.

Even if it really were not the spirit of an orc dwelling in that fire?

Gulag waved his cane once.

“oh…?”

A staff with skulls hanging from it that makes no sound.

More than that, things similar to spirits were moving.

What should I say, it’s a spiritual energy that accumulates because you’re not a human?

A slightly different energy source.

“Profit!”

The energies moved and poured out as blue flames.

Hwaruruk –

A slightly larger flame.

It was burning with even greater momentum than before.

This guy definitely has talent.

That means there is inspiration.

“her…”

It wasn’t like I was receiving help from a spirit, but it was something similar.

It seemed like if only I had a decent soul, I might be able to get help.

In an instant, Gullak bent his legs and lifted his body up.

Like when I do good.

“Hmm…”

This time there was no change in the flame.

It’s a given.

That’s a wrong method from the beginning.

“wait for a sec.”

“Profit?”

“Why are you running?”

“Isn’t this the way to do it?”

It’s right to do it that way, but… .

There is nothing wrong with the movement.

“So you don’t know why I’m running?”

“…profit, yes.”

Oh my, I never thought I’d teach an orc how to do good.

But it didn’t feel that bad.

The first person I met who was similar to me.

It’s not just about talking, it’s about being able to smell the soul and discern death.

They were more courageous than shamans who worshipped evil spirits or gods.

It was a proper half-penny for a half-penny.

“It’s brave of you to have done it on your own.”

“…Am I wrong?”

I’m excited for the first time in a while.

How can you stand being in a place like this?

“I’ll tell you, so listen carefully. Where can you go and not learn?”

“Okay! Focus!”

“There are many reasons to dance while lifting your body.”

What is not missing from the good is music and dance.

These are meant to be exciting.

The same goes for the shaman performing the ritual, and for the dead and living who watch the ritual.

You have to be excited to feel good.

“Why do I feel excited when I’m excited?”

The reason why shamans and celebrities have similar fortunes.

There is one thing that is crucial, other than causing an emotional change in others.

It is a state of ecstasy that one becomes absorbed in while in a state of heightened excitement.

“You have to receive the thoughts and will of the spirit.”

Daughter –

“If your thoughts are mixed in here, the attack and defense will be distorted. You may not be able to see it well.”

Daughter –

Forget me and fall into it.

It’s like singers or actors completely immersing themselves in something and reaching a state of selflessness.

Daughter –

Shake your shoulders once.

Daughter –

Raise your body.

It calms my mind and thoughts and erases me.

The rhythms lingered in my ears as if I was actually hearing them.

“You don’t move your body. You let the excitement take over and move it on its own.”

When I was getting so excited.

I started to feel dizzy.

When an artist reaches a state of selflessness.

When a shaman is young, it is called a reception.

I was literally thrilled.

Daughter –

Daughter –

When you are excited and thrilled, the people watching are happy.

The soul is happy, and I am happy.

Playing with the spirits to appease them and relieve their resentment.

That’s the essence of good.

Daughter –

In an instant, his mouth opened and a volley of bullets burst out.

“Good!”

The gaze of the Lord followed the drops and came to me.

The eyes of the gods that had come into contact with me passed by.

Daughter –

A full-blown spiritual awakening.

When you have some fun and calm down.

I found myself unconsciously holding my hands behind my back in the afterglow of the body being given to me.

And at that moment.

Hwaruruk –

Pot.

The blazing blue flame went out.

The shaman’s spirit inside it also disappeared.

“….Chwi, chwiik….! Great soul…!”

At some point, the souls of orcs were all lying face down on the ground.

Gulag was as absent-minded as when he first had his fortune told.

“Poem, the sacred fire has gone out!”

Swish –

As I looked at the gully, I saw it avoiding my gaze.

Since he’s an inspired guy, it’ll be harder to make eye contact.

“It’s because you’re still weak. That’s natural. You can’t even make eye contact, right?”

“Profit?”

There is no way that the Gulag can light a candle in front of me easily.

Even now, I am still feeling timid and unable to show my true colors.

anyway.

“Have you seen it all?”

“I saw it clearly.”

“Try it.”

“…Profit?”