I Am Stuck In A Beta Test For 1000 Years

Chapter 250. Heartbeat

The Beast Dancers believed in their intuition, and they called it the ancestor's perception.

The so-called Beast Dancers were originally a group of priests who used special dances as a ritual to summon and communicate with their ancestors. Later, they found that these strange movements and tattoos could communicate with more powerful forces, and then slowly evolved into today's situation of standing and magic, and magic also became a witchcraft that combined summoning.

This was enough to show the importance of physical training for Mages.

The inheritances were derived from this feeling.

This was a real dream cultivation. The awakening of beast dancers was mostly in the dream. The ancestors would choose an intelligent and talented heir, teach him or her combat skills in the dream, and then pass on this line.

Char had always thought that this was just a setting and did not delve into it. However, now that she understood the nature of the world and had a goddess who controlled reincarnation in her, she could not let go of this problem.

"Goddess, what is the situation with the ancestor of the Beast Dancers? "

"It's similar to the existence of 'heroic spirits', but much weaker than that. Perhaps there's an 'energy source' here as well," explained Mitsuya. "Just like the lake in the garden of the Holy Tree. Otherwise, it would be impossible to produce a similar product, but this time, it's too weak."

Char understood.

The heroic spirits of the court of the Holy Tree had been born because their wills had been attached to energy, and the energy had been provided by that lake.

At present, there was something similar to the lake of origin hidden in the Red Earth Grassland, but it was not as high quality as the former, which gave birth to incomplete heroic spirits. Their minds were not complete, and the energy was not enough for them to appear as' heroic spirits'. They could only help the barbarians in this way.

With this thought in mind, it seemed that there was nothing wrong with Franco's speculation. The gem named creation was likely to be hidden under the red soil, bringing vitality to the land that was supposed to be frozen.

Then, where could it be hiding?

While Char was deep in thought, Kali misunderstood him and thought that he was doubting life.

"Do you think you've been insulted?" She asked.

She felt that Char, who was from long ears' side, might not be able to accept the barbarian's logic-spoils of war should be obeyed without any objections.

If it were any other barbarian, they would not have the ability to 'take the initiative to enlighten'. This was evident from how Sonya had treated Ksenja's husband back in the novice village. Spoils of war were spoils of war. In a society where the strong preyed on the weak, there was no dignity to speak of.

Obviously, Kali did not treat Char as an ordinary battle trophy.

"I don't know when I'll die," She muttered to herself

"The war will come soon, and the emotions of the barbarians will be affected by the things around them. I also foresee that the red earth will be stained with blood again, so I need to choose a suitable man as soon as possible to have a child. Just as I was thinking about this, the ancestor sent you to the door. I think this is fate."

She leaned forward slightly and held Char's face in her hands. Her eyes were calm, but her tone was unusually firm.

Fine, this was the disadvantage of trusting one's intuition.

Char could not help but feel helpless.

There were no feelings involved in physical communication. Even if they took what each other needed and put on an act, they had to increase their favorability. When everything was done, they could cook the raw rice.

Otherwise, he might as well 'ah' in front of the book.

After all, it was very tiring.

"I don't think it's insulting. I don't think any man would reject your request. Of course, not everyone is as lucky as me to be chosen by you." He pouted helplessly.

"However, just like how you use the logic of a Barbarian to think about problems, I have my own logic too.

"Last night, I didn't leave because I believed in my intuition, just like how you believed in your ancestor's guidance. I also believed in my intuition."

"What intuition?" Kali could not help but ask.

Char's gaze brushed past Kali's face as he looked behind her, the scenery passing by.

"Move forward a little more," he suddenly said.

"What?"

"Come closer, I have something to tell you."

Kali did not know why, but she still did as she was told.

She leaned forward as much as she could and put her ear close to Char's mouth. This action lasted for less than two seconds before the unusually steady wolf suddenly started to go downhill. With a bump, Kali lost her balance and fell into Char's arms.

Their chests were pressed against each other, and they could feel each other's heartbeats through the two deformed mounds in the middle.

Kali's expression was slightly annoyed. Just as she was about to leave, Char suddenly said in a low voice, "Can you feel it?"

"What do you feel?"

"My heartbeat."

Kali did not understand.

"Since you can't feel it, then feel it for a while longer."

Kali felt it for a full minute before leaving him. She asked curiously, "Your heartbeat is very strong, steady and strong. Is this what you want to say?"

"There's no problem with you saying that. It's steady." Char smiled, "I don't have any guidance from my ancestors, but I believe in reincarnation. When I saw the wolf outside the camp last night, I felt like I'd seen you somewhere before. My heart beat a few more times, and that's how you found out about it. But now, I'm sorry, it's beating so steadily. Even when you said you wanted to make a baby with me, it was like a pool of stagnant water, with no reaction at all. It's not that I can't do it, but it's just different from what I imagined."

Kali thought for a while.

"You mean, you're staying to figure out why I'm making your heart race?"

"That's right."

"But you didn't find it, so you're planning to escape?"

"Congratulations, you're right."

"How are you going to run like this?" Kali asked, embarrassed.

"Then you're underestimating me."

Char smiled, and with a burst of strength, he suddenly broke free from the rope, flipped to the left, and fell.

Kali was shocked and quickly reached out to grab him. The black lines on her arms left her body at the same time and reached out two black slender wrists with gold and silver ornaments to grab Char, but she did not expect him to roll down the slope at an even faster speed. He disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Kali was unwilling to give up. She stepped lightly on the wolf's back and flew out.

She suddenly stopped after two steps.

There was a deep stream in front of him, but Char was nowhere to be seen.

Shaman!

The group was forced to stop, and a few Barbarians from the Black Mamba tribe rushed over.

"What happened, my Lord?"

"The captive ran away."

Kali frowned, her eyes swept through the dark abyss, eager to try.

"Madam, you can't go down. We're very close to the Gray Wing's hunting circle," One of the clansmen hurriedly advised. "If we're discovered by them, we might be attacked."

"That's right. It's time to leave,"

The clansmen persuaded her all at once, and kali also let go of this thought.

However, she turned back to look at the deep stream for some reason, and felt that she would eventually meet the other party.