Immortality Through Array Formations

Chapter 2624: Chapter 61: Black Horn Barbarian Armor (2)

But he hadn’t expected that as the Chieftain of the Wulu Tribe, Wusha’s desire for Barbarian Armor was so strong. He would even voluntarily kneel before him and beg with a loud voice.

Mo Hua’s thoughts turned slightly, suddenly recalling that none of the Barbarian Cultivators of the Wulu Tribe seemed to wear any Barbarian Armor.

This implies that "Barbarian Armor" is actually quite scarce among the Barbarian Tribes?

Even scarcer than he thought?

Why...

Is it because the Barbarian Cultivators are crude and only focus on killing, neglecting skills like Artifact Refining in Tao Cultivation, so there are few Barbarian Cultivators who can forge Barbarian Armor?

Or is the legacy of Barbarian Armor itself extremely scarce.

Or perhaps "Barbarian Armor" has some symbolic significance among Barbarian Cultivators, and not just any Barbarian Cultivator is qualified to wear it?

Mo Hua temporarily suppressed these doubts in his heart, preparing to verify them later.

These doubts, he couldn’t ask directly.

After all, his current identity is the "Shaman" of the Royal Court, who should theoretically be the most knowledgeable about barbarian history and the origins of Barbarian Armor.

Once these "common knowledge" questions were asked, suspicion would inevitably be aroused, affecting his omniscient mystique.

Mo Hua looked at Wusha with a solemn tone and said: "I now gift you with this ’invaluable’ Barbarian Armor."

"But you must remember that all this is a gift from the Divine Lord."

"From now on, you must wage war on behalf of the Divine Lord, without any divided loyalties, or else the Divine Lord’s grace will become a fatal Divine Punishment, leading to the annihilation of your Divine Soul, without reincarnation."

Wusha, with a face of seriousness, kneels before Mo Hua:

"Wusha sincerely remembers your teachings, Shaman Sir, pledging his life for the Divine Lord."

Mo Hua nodded and awarded the Black Horn Barbarian Armor to Wusha, sternly ordering:

"Put on this Barbarian Armor, and lead your tribesmen to wage war for the Divine Lord."

"If you achieve military exploits, I will grant more Barbarian Armor as additional grace. At that time, your tribesmen will also receive the Divine Lord’s blessing."

Wusha was overjoyed, immediately declaring: "My Wulu Tribe will undoubtedly brave fire and water for the Divine Lord, never retreating!"

Mo Hua nodded, "You may leave."

Wusha, holding the Black Horn Barbarian Armor, expressed endless gratitude and departed.

The nearby Elder Jiao Hu, observing the scene, was visibly anxious, filled with indignation and resentment.

Mo Hua glanced at him, asking: "Elder Jiao Hu, is there dissatisfaction?"

Elder Jiao Hu cupped his hands, saying: "I wouldn’t dare," yet after speaking, he could not suppress the anger and said:

"The Black Horn Barbarian Armor is the Battle Armor of my Black Horn Tribe, the legacy of my Black Horn Tribe ancestors, the honor of my Black Horn Tribe."

"Those wretched ones from the Wulu Tribe, with their vile blood, foul blood, alien blood, aren’t qualified to wear my Black Horn Tribe’s Barbarian Armor, it’s a defilement!"

Elder Jiao Hu was filled with righteous indignation.

Mo Hua’s gaze flashed slightly, understanding the situation.

The Barbarian Armor of the Great Wilderness indeed values tribal bloodline and legacy, representing the tribe’s history and glory.

Not all tribes can inherit it.

Some seemingly powerful tribes, even if they prosper for a time and have significant power, ultimately are just temporary "upstarts."

If they lack ancestral "glory" and legacy, they can’t forge high-quality Barbarian Armor and aren’t even qualified to wear them.

Barbarian Armor of the Barbarian Tribes is not only a piece of equipment that enhances the combat effectiveness of Barbarian Cultivators.

It also symbolizes the identity and honor of the Barbarian Tribes.

Therefore, these Barbarian Cultivators view "Barbarian Armor" as lifeblood.

It is precisely for this reason that Elder Jiao Hu felt heartbroken and enraged upon seeing his carefully forged, representative of the Black Horn Tribe’s exquisite Barbarian Armor worn by the chieftain of the Wulu Tribe.

Mo Hua said: "All this is for the Divine Lord."

Elder Jiao Hu bowed deeply, responding: "Yes," only evidently bearing resentment and holding a grudge in his heart.

Mo Hua glanced at him calmly, remarking: "The Barbarian Armor of your Black Horn Tribe is of inferior quality."

Elder Jiao Hu heard this, instinctively felt anger, but realizing that it was the Shaman who mastered Holy Patterns speaking, felt ashamed and dejected:

"Shaman Sir, what you say is correct..."

Mo Hua shook his head, "...but the Barbarian Armor of your Black Horn Tribe should not be like this."

Elder Jiao Hu was taken aback.

Mo Hua slowly continued: "In the history of the Barbarian Tribes, your Black Horn Tribe was brave and commendable..."

This statement was a fabrication by Mo Hua.

He, a cultivator from the Taoist Court, knows nothing about the Barbarian Tribes’ history; he only learned of the Black Horn Tribe a few days ago.

But with Mo Hua, the "Shaman Sir’s" endorsement, Elder Jiao Hu was very moved.

Mo Hua further said: "But your Black Horn Tribe declined, most of the Black Horn Barbarian Armor’s legacy was taken away."

"So I let Wusha wear the Black Horn Barbarian Armor, to conquer and reclaim the lost legacy of the Black Horn Tribe."

"Later, I will personally take action, tracing back to the origin, consolidating the Black Horn Barbarian Armor forging method, to forge truly powerful ancestral Barbarian Armor for the Black Horn Tribe."

"At that time, I will award this ancestral-level Black Horn Barbarian Armor to your Black Horn Tribe’s strongest warrior, who will wear it to restore the glory of your Black Horn Tribe..."

Mo Hua spoke calmly, narrating steadily.

But Elder Jiao Hu was inwardly thrilled, his expression extremely excited, even his eyes reddened.

Mo Hua’s words, nearly every one, resonated in his heart.

Also revealing to him a road he dared not even imagine before, worthy of lifelong dedication, earnestly seeking.

Ancestral Barbarian Armor, restoring glory!

Elder Jiao Hu kneeled on the ground, making three loud kowtows, eager to pour out his heart:

"Elder Jiao Hu will exhaust his loyalty to Shaman Sir, giving his all until death!"

Mo Hua nodded, instructing: "The task of forging Barbarian Armor, I leave to you."