#238 - [Dream Magic] and [Memory Recall]

The battle that occurred late last night was a completely new experience for the tribal shamans.

Besides it being the first time everyone used wands in combat, they also achieved results they had never accomplished before.

Capturing prisoners alive.

In the past, when court mages landed on the island, they would often recklessly barge in, relying on their magic robes.

Even if they were eventually surrounded, they could use their magic robes to perform a short-distance shift and escape the encirclement.

But this time, their shifts were clearly seen by Munn, who was flying in the sky.

Another point was that the speed of wand incantation was very fast, almost capable of resolving battles in a very short time.

High Shaman Hai Lan did just that when intercepting ships at sea.

He led three tribal shamans on flying broomsticks in the air, indiscriminately bombing the court mages' large sailing ship on the sea.

Everyone fired forty to fifty [Thunderbolt Explosions], and then the sailing ship raised a white flag.

While searching the cabins, the experienced High Shaman Hai Lan immediately recognized the mages hidden among the crowd.

Then, this mage unfortunately became High Shaman Hai Lan's first test subject for the [Leg-Locking Spell].

"Mr. Bailey, I didn't expect us to meet again so soon."

Because Ryan Bailey kept shouting on the ship that "he knew Munn Scarlett", he was brought to the tribal council hall separately.

"Mr. Scarlett, aren't you a fugitive mage from the mainland? How did you become the tribe's high priest?"

Ryan Bailey was already tied up at this time, and all his spellcasting tools had been confiscated.

Watching Munn sitting at the top of the council hall, with several old shamans from the tribes sitting on both sides, Ryan Bailey felt like he was in an absurd dream.

"How I became the tribal priest is not important; what's important is that Mr. Bailey is coming to Xing Island as a guest.

Why didn't you notify me in advance?"

"I...:.. I, wasn't I trying to give you a surprise!"

Having lived a life of luxury and abundance since childhood, Ryan Bailey had never experienced the treatment of a prisoner.

Looking at Munn, who had undergone tremendous changes in just a month, Ryan Bailey's speech became somewhat stuttering.

"Is that so? This surprise is really big. What benefits did the court mages promise you?"

Hearing Munn completely reveal the truth, Ryan Bailey was so frightened that he fell to the ground.

He never thought that he had finally managed to latch onto the thigh of the court mages of the Menelaus Empire, but it vanished overnight.

Looking at the dozen or so adult shamans standing in the room, Ryan Bailey recalled a sentence from his family manual that he had never understood before.

"Do not provoke the shamans on Ember Star Island."

Now he truly understood the meaning of this sentence, but it was already too late.

"I am willing to surrender. I will give you whatever you want, including the Bailey Chamber of Commerce."

Ryan cried and crawled towards Munn, but was blocked by Lang and Han in front of him.

"Since he has admitted it, lock him up first."

Munn waved his hand, and two tribal warriors walked in from outside, skillfully tied his hands, sealed his mouth, and then took Ryan Bailey away.

"High Priest, I must say, the magic you taught us is really useful."

Looking at only his own people left in the room, High Shaman Hai Lan happily described his glorious achievements to everyone.

"You didn't see it, riding a flying broomstick and using a wand to strike from the sky to the ground is as simple as stepping on ants. That huge three-masted sailing ship was blown to pieces by us in less than ten minutes."

Because the number of flying broomsticks Munn brought back was limited, and High Shaman Hai Lan was on an expedition again, he distributed four of them to him.

Other shamans showed envious expressions when they heard this description.

"I want to try flying in the sky next time too."

"That's right, that feeling must be very cool."

Listening to the tribal shamans' comments, Munn looked at High Shaman Xingmang next to him.

Because this high shaman was good at making shamanic artifacts, Munn put a flying broomstick in his place for research and production.

"High Shaman, how is the research on the flying broomstick and wand going?"

"It's still under research. Because some magical concepts are completely different from shamanism, it may take some time."

In order to study these two magical creations, High Shaman Xingmang was reading the magic books Munn brought back every day.

There were some magical concepts that he really couldn't understand, but the effects were right there, forcing him to believe it was real.

Forced by desperation, High Shaman Xingmang could only use the most stupid method: rote memorization.

"Okay, if there are any problems you really can't figure out, you can also bring them up for us to discuss together."

"Okay."

After the two finished speaking, they looked at the tribal shamans in the room who were still discussing non-stop.

Through this battle, they all discovered that the new magic taught by the high priest was much easier to use than the original shamanism.

Some young shamans even believed that there was no need to learn tribal shamanism anymore.

"You little brat, what are you talking about! Tribal shamanism is our root, how can we give it up?"

High Shaman Hai Lan was a little angry when he heard this and reprimanded everyone.

The young shamans shut their mouths one after another, and the room suddenly became much quieter.

"Actually, the high shaman is right. Tribal shamanism also has very powerful aspects, it's just that you haven't studied it thoroughly."

Seeing that the atmosphere was gradually becoming a little wrong, Munn stood up and explained with a smile.

"Just like the [Tide-Calling Art] and [Wind-Praying Art] performed by Shaman Lang, the power is very good, and they saved two young shamans last night."

"Yes, Lang used the [Tide-Calling Art] last night to help us block the court mages' fire magic attacks."

The two young shamans who were rescued also stood up and spoke at this time.

"So tribal shamanism still needs to be learned. In the future, I will also study combining tribal shamanism with new magic spells.

If you give up tribal shamanism now, then you may not be able to fully understand the new magic spells in the future."

Hearing Munn's words, the young shamans nodded.

High Shaman Hai Lan also breathed a sigh of relief next to him.

Although he knew that the inheritance of tribal shamanism had been cursed, the three high shamans did not want these inheritances to be cut off in their hands.

As for the words Munn spoke, they were also completely sincere.

During this period of time, as long as he had free time, Munn would study these ancient shamanic arts.

Among them, he put the most effort into Xingmang Tribe's [Dream Weaving Art], Ling Tree Tribe's [Beast-Repelling Spell], and Hai Lan Tribe's [Wind-Praying Art].

According to the explanation on the tribal shamanic stone carvings, [Dream Weaving Art] allows the caster to enter the dreams of others, or directly create special dreams in the target's mind.

It is a means of torturing, confusing, and influencing enemies in their sleep.

Of course, learning this shamanic art was not for Munn to tease others in their dreams.

But he discovered that this shamanic art would help him improve [Memory Recall].

Munn's current brain magic can only rely on his excellent memory to recall past events.

But this function is too simple, and it is not very useful to Munn.

After seeing the introduction of [Dream Weaving Art], Munn had a direction for the next transformation of his [Memory Recall] magic.

"The caster uses his own magic power as a medium to connect with the target's spiritual world, and then manipulates their perception and consciousness."

What Munn wanted was not just recollection, but manipulation of everything in the spiritual world.