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The young man seemed to see the crowd's surprise and uncertainty, and without further ado, he walked straight to another totem.

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"Whirr..."

The young man's palm gently pressed on the raised part of this totem, and with a soft sound, the entire totem emitted a slight humming sound.

Fine, dense black particles gradually took shape, gathering together as if possessing life, forming a huge black curtain.

"This... this is the Blood Son?"

Brian rubbed his eyes and said in disbelief.

"Forgive my ignorance, Your Excellency Brian, can you tell me what the Blood Son is?"

Baelen asked doubtfully. Although he was the ruler of a country, it was the first time he had seen such a magical thing.

"The Blood Son is also known as the Scarab. This kind of beetle usually appears in ancient troll tombs. It is said that these scarabs are guardian spirits chosen by the trolls for their ancestors. This kind of scarab has a very strong aggressiveness. Any intruders who break into the tomb will be devoured by these scarabs..."

Muradin took over Brian's words, recounting them as if they were family treasures. He looked a little frightened, as if he had seen these Blood Sons somewhere.

"More than ten years ago, Muradin and I sneaked into the lair of the Sand Trolls - Zul'Farrak. Their culture is strange and barbaric, you can't even imagine it.

Those trolls actually made the corpses of their ancestors into mummies! Heavens, thinking of those mummies with pus all over their bodies, my beard is about to stand on end!"

Brian gesticulated exaggeratedly. After a long time, he calmed down and continued to talk about his and Muradin's past adventures.

"Although those hateful trolls are barbaric and backward, their culture can be traced back tens of thousands of years, at that time..."

"Cough cough!"

Muradin tugged at Brian's sleeve and coughed lightly.

"Look at my brain, how did I get off topic? Muradin and I originally wanted to go to their tomb to steal..."

"Cough cough! Cough cough!"

Muradin coughed even louder.

"Muradin, are you feeling unwell? Why are you coughing all the time?"

Brian scratched his head and asked doubtfully.

"Shut up, you idiot, let me tell it!"

Muradin covered his younger brother's reckless mouth and began his own narration.

"More than ten years ago, the two of us led a group of members of the Explorers' Guild to the tomb of Zul'Farrak for archaeology.

But as soon as we entered the tomb, we discovered this kind of scarab. The entire tomb was occupied by these dense insects.

The members who followed us turned into piles of bones the moment they came into contact with these insects, and those bones also disappeared visibly.

Brian and I activated the bloodline ability of the Bronzebeard family in time - Avatar, hardening our skin, and then escaped, so we call this terrible insect the Blood Son..."

Muradin patted his chest, still feeling lingering fear. Recalling that thrilling journey, his big heart couldn't help but beat "thump, thump".

"Hiss... is it really that terrifying?"

A group of human kings stared in disbelief at the black "curtain" hovering on the totem pole on the stage.

The young man listened with relish to the wonderful stories told by the Bronzebeard brothers, and was not in a hurry to explain anything.

The people under the stage also heard Muradin's thrilling story clearly under the effect of the amplifying magic, and bursts of noise broke out.

The dwarf's adventure story made them call it exciting. This was much more interesting than those long and old-fashioned knight biographies of the wandering poets.

...

After waiting for Muradin to finish speaking, the young man clapped his hands to focus everyone's attention on him.

"Your Excellency Muradin is right. This totem does bind the souls of tens of thousands of scarabs, but these scarabs do not come from Zul'Farrak. They come from Un'Goro Crater and are a kind of Qiraji insect...

Your Excellency Muradin has explained the characteristics of this beetle very clearly, but this Scarab Totem has an even more peculiar characteristic."

While explaining, the young man stretched out a hand, and the black "curtain" made one incredible movement after another along the young man's palm as if it were his arm.

The insect swarm would form an S for a while and a B for a while, ahem, in short, it was very flexible.

"The owner of this totem will establish a tiny soul connection with the insect spirit in the totem. Although this soul connection is only a tiny bit, it is more than enough to control these low-intelligence insects."

"Hoo... Hoo"

Brian sat in the VIP seat, rubbing his hands excitedly. The stick in front of the young man really suited his heart.

"Muradin! I want it!"

Brian shouted loudly like a child, causing a group of big shots to couldn't help but smile. Muradin disgustedly broke free from his younger brother's pulling and moved to the side.

Although the kings and high-level officials of various countries also wanted to own the totem under the young man's feet, that totem was at most a good treasure, and it was not precious enough to make them lose their composure.

"Everyone has almost understood the Scarab Totem, so let me introduce the next totem - the Water Totem."

Aier casually placed the totem exuding cold air at his feet.

"This Water Totem, as the name suggests, seals a Water Spirit inside. This Water Elemental has a powerful healing ability, which can heal some non-fatal strong injuries in just a few seconds..."

Baelen sat up straight all of a sudden. He knew very well what the totem that could heal non-fatal injuries represented. If this kind of totem was equipped in his army...

King Varian Wrynn couldn't help but indulge in a wonderful fantasy, but soon, the young man's words pulled him back to reality.

"Of course, according to the law of conservation of energy, such a powerful healing ability does not come from nothing. All Soul-Embracing Totems are the same. While maintaining their effectiveness, they also need massive amounts of fuel. I will explain the fuel problem later...

Time is limited, the name of the next Soul-Embracing Totem is - Spirit Turtle Totem. The spirit turtle's soul will bear a certain amount of damage for the host. The stronger the spirit turtle's soul, the stronger this defense will become..."

The breathing of the people under the stage couldn't help but become heavy.

"This is the Flame Spirit Totem, its function is..."

"This is the Earth Guardian, it can..."

Thrall: I'm leaving the group. You can be the Thrall of this world from now on!

...

Time passed inadvertently under Aier's explanation. Tens of thousands of viewers listened with fascination, the big shots listened with flushed faces, and the mages listened with blood surging. This was not a small public class, this was simply an appraisal meeting!

"The function of this Lynx Totem is..."

After explaining the function of the last totem, the young man wiped the non-existent sweat from his forehead, and couldn't help but show a smile of successful conspiracy when he looked at the big shots under the stage who were in a state of dementia...

"Clang"

Brian stood up eagerly, and accidentally knocked over the stool with his rude movements.

"Master Aier! That Blood Son, no, I want that Scarab Totem, old Brian. You name a price."

One stone stirred up a thousand waves, like a domino effect, the big shots all woke up from their fantasies.

"Ironforge wants that Spirit Turtle Totem!"

Muradin followed closely behind.

"Nonomregan wants the Poisonous Spider Totem, none of you can compete with me! This totem can very well make up for the defects in the constructs I invented!"

Thermaplugg shouted sharply, fearing that others would compete with him.

"Stormwind City wants the Water Totem!"

"Kul Tiras is determined to get the Water Totem, even if Thoradin comes, he can't take it away, I said it!"

Proudmoore, who had been eyeing the Water Totem for a long time, did not give in. The two, who originally had a good relationship, rolled up their sleeves, and it seemed that they were about to have a "friendly" boxing match with friendship first and competition second.

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