Counting it, it took Sheyan quite a long time to hunt and kill this crow. Fortunately, the consumption of this area has been reduced to 1000 general points per hour. To be honest, this price is still not cheap at all. However, after Fang Sheyan accepted the baptism of 10,000 points/hour, he already felt that this price was quite benevolent, even worth the money.
After this milestone is completed, a title called Scavenger is obtained. After being equipped, when attacking all mutant creatures (including demonized creatures, vampires, etc.), there is a chance to cause an additional 10~20 points of real damage. This title is obviously It is very useful for gunners with super fast attack speed, but it is rather useless for Fang Sheyan. And it seems that it is nowhere in sight to advance.
Hunting the mutated crows delayed Sheyan for another two hours, but he was already deliberately waiting for the evening, so it didn't matter if he wasted some time.
In the primitive jungle here, as long as the sun is below the horizon, the night will fall very quickly, and it will never be muddy. So Fang Senyan was not idle during the waiting time. He not only cleared out an open space in the forest that was at least the size of a basketball court, but also piled up the felled trees in one place. If it wasn't for him being the contractor, then there was really no way to complete this physical work in a short time.
Seeing that the evening was approaching and the burning cloud appeared in the sky again, Sheyan collected some dead branches and leaves and lit the huge fire. It didn't take long for the raging fire to burn tens of meters high. pressing.
Because most of the trees used as firewood are fresh, the fire carries very thick black smoke, which rolls up into the blue sky and the clouds, and the wind is also small, so even after rising into the air, the smoke column still has not dissipated. , It is estimated that even if it is hundreds of miles away, it can be clearly seen.
Sheyan sat down beside the fire, closed his eyes, and seemed to be quietly waiting for something, letting time pass by.
"I'm so excited, the camouflage of that period of history will soon be torn apart in front of me..."
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The sky was getting dark gradually. In the primitive jungle, the surrounding area was surrounded by deep darkness. Where the light of the fire could not shine, it seemed that there were hungry beasts quietly spying on something.
The fire was still raging, and the high temperature had dried the wood at the bottom layer. At this time, there was a soft "cracking" sound in the flames, and the texture of the wood turned yellow and scorched, and finally burned. Large groups of moths and mosquitoes were attracted by the flames and rushed in one after another. The sound of insects in the surrounding area was one after another, showing full of vitality.
From among the grass in the distance, there was a clear sound suddenly. It was the sound of a person pushing aside the grass and approaching. Sheyan turned his head and looked into the darkness. Within a few minutes, an old face with wrinkles and ravines appeared. Before Sheyan's eyes.
This man was none other than the chieftain of Combe Harbour, old Aram.
There are still oil paints on his face, colorful patterns on his head, and the weird snake stick in his hand, everything looks no different from the first time he saw him.
However, against the dim light of embers, Old Aram's face had the illusion of reflecting the raging flames, and there was a kind of majesty that he had never had before.
Sheyan stood quietly in front of him, like a powerful stone statue, with a clear outline like an axe.
"How do you know this method to contact me? Where is Mbenga?" Old Alam looked around suspiciously and said hoarsely.
Sheyan looked at the old man and said calmly:
"He is dead, and that thorn in the side will never appear in front of you."
In an instant, Sheyan suddenly felt a strong wind hit his face! In this sweltering tropical jungle, the air flow was so fast that Sheyan felt like he was out of breath! Even though the leaves are not moving, where does the wind come from
Sheyan soon discovered that it wasn't the air that was moving, it was himself who was moving! And the feeling of suffocation is completely real—the crooked old man with angry flames in his eyes instantly rushed to him, and even grabbed his neck, lifting him up with one hand and resisting heavily. In the hard and cold tree!
Because of the great oppressive force between the two, Sheyan could clearly feel the slight tremors that were reflected back from the huge tree trunk behind him, as well as the suffocation on his neck! !
Old Aram's hands were shaking violently, and he didn't know whether he was so excited because of Mbenga's death or Sheyan's words. Although Sheyan's life and death are in his hands, he said nonchalantly:
"I know you are strong... If you don't have a few brushes, how could you escape from that nightmarish ghost place? Do you think I am wrong? In your heart, Mbenga has actually been a few years ago Just die with no bones left! You have always regarded that person, the heir of the Ouroboros tribe, as a nightmare in your heart! You don’t want to see his face, because it will remind you of the most painful thing buried deep in your heart. remember!"
"So you neglect him, you reject him, you marginalize him in the tribe, but you will not know until he leaves the tribe and out of your sight for a long time, the fate of the two of you has long been We are deeply connected!!"
"Ah!!!" Old Alam's eyes turned red all of a sudden, and he threw Sheyan out of the way. Fang Senyan, who is over 180 centimeters tall and weighs 86 kilograms, flew straight for more than ten meters like a small rock and rolled several times in a row. Climbing up, Fang Sheyan, whose strength reached 49 points, was actually powerless to fight back under the hands of this old Aram! !
It's just that old Aram's gaffe fell into Sheyan's eyes, but it made him show a sneer:
"I calculated that in this era, food is scarce, infectious diseases are prevalent, and those ferocious beasts are watching, so the average life expectancy of you Africans will not be too long, at most forty years old, even if your father is a chief , you can have certain privileges to live longer, and you can only suffer from incurable diseases at the age of fifty, so your real age should be between twenty-five and thirty-five years old, but you look younger than you now My father is going to be old before he dies! With such pain and burdens in his heart, it must not be easy for him to age so fast."
After listening to Sheyan's words, old Alam suddenly calmed down. He looked at the huge pile of bonfires, and after a while, he said shyly:
"Tell me, how did he die?"
Fang Senyan answered irrelevantly and said:
"He has something to ask me to bring to you, but before that, I still have a question in my heart."
Old Aram said hoarsely:
"you say."
Sheyan looked at him seriously and said:
"Although your strength is very strong, it is absolutely impossible to be the opponent of the warriors of the Ouroboros tribe or the Sun tribe in the inner layer. Then, when you set off at that time, why did you have the confidence to get the Sun Ladder and have a full body?" And what about the retreat? Don’t tell me it’s a gamble. If it’s a gamble, then you should go alone. You definitely don’t risk the lives of the entire clan. The purpose of bringing more than a hundred people over is definitely not Rely on their strength!"
Old Alam closed his eyes, his voice seemed to be sighing:
"I didn't expect that it was an outsider who wanted to know the truth... Well, let me tell you, it wasn't me who voluntarily entered the place where those damned traitors lived to find medicine, but my father... The old chief forced me to bring enough people in, if we don't go, then we have to die with him!"
"Actually, we were also Dubaiyans a long, long time ago, but our ancestors' physical and spiritual qualities were not enough, and we were exiled from there. Therefore, in some tribes with relatively complete and long-standing history , I know some secrets in the giant swamp of Dubai. For example, the blending method and ratio of the ointment that you smear on your body that can hide your traces, and some unknown roads, and even know some secrets even in Dubai. The high priests in the core area of the giant swamp have lost their things!"
"So that's how it is." Fang Senyan's heart was shocked, if he said it like this, many things could be explained.
"Then what is the purpose of you bringing more than a hundred people in?"
Old Allam suddenly sang, half muttered in a strange rhythm:
"Before reaching the sacred flame square, you must pass the test of the God of the Burning Sun, and before accepting the test of the God of the Burning Sun, you must pass through ancient and dangerous ruins! The purpose of those people I brought is to use them to start Find your way through the ruins of that terrible labyrinth."
"Then Mbenga?" Sheyan asked hesitantly, "Is it also cannon fodder for sacrifice?"
"No." Old Alam shook his head slowly: "Although our ancestors were not expelled because they were unable to bear the grace of God, from time to time there will still be exceptionally outstanding descendants, such as me, Mbenga, and Kuriya …”
Fang Senyan noticed that when Old Alam said the word "Kuriya", his voice was soft and gentle, obviously he probably had an adulterous affair, so he couldn't help but fell into the memory, so he didn't urge him, but is the interface path:
"Your phenomenon is called atavistic inheritance in our country, or atavism. Although it is not common, it is not uncommon... In this way, don't you, Mbenga, and Curry Ya, are they actually descendants of the Ouroboros tribe who were exiled before?"