When daylight dawned, Zhang Yang and Wu Yuan had already escaped for more than fifty miles in one breath, but there was no saber-tooth tiger king chasing after them.
This is almost certain.
Because compared to Gai, the tiger tribe traitor, they only killed ten tiger tribesmen, and their hatred value was not at the same level at all.
But if they didn't escape last night, then with the heads of ten tiger tribesmen hanging and some secret arrangements by Na Gai nearby, the saber-toothed tiger king might really eat them alive once it appeared.
Of course, it is more likely that they will both lose and gain.
As expected of the male protagonist, he is smart and cunning, and is even good at digging holes for others.
"Stop, it's safe here for the time being. Wu Yuan, go and wash away the bloody smell on your body and calm down the murderous aura. And this matter can't be left alone."
Zhang Yang looked around and said smoothly.
"Village Chief, there are still 59 hours until the new mission countdown. Shouldn't we go to the tiger territory immediately?" Wu Yuan asked, he still felt a little guilty now, because if they hadn't been deceived by Gai, then they wouldn't have to be confused. The hidden plot was started, but the time was limited to three days, which really cost me my life.
"There's no rush, let's kill the saber-toothed tiger king first. Besides, you think the Tiger Clan is a soft persimmon. There are hundreds of warriors. When the time comes, we go there just to deliver food to people."
"Still killing?"
Wu Yuan was stunned and couldn't believe it. He had accumulated so much power last night. You couldn't kill him with just one word, so I ran away with all my previous efforts wasted. Now I have to go back and kill him again. It's not like this.
"Don't be stunned. As the saying goes, if you want to do your job well, you must first sharpen your tools. Last night our weapons were not strong enough, and you would have killed them. So this morning I will warm up an ironwood tree for you, and you will cut it into a suitable shape." The spear you used, the wooden spear.”
"Secondly, I have to break the suppression of me by the melee professional murderous aura field, otherwise I won't be able to help in the battle."
"Third, my research on the fireball spell has made great progress in the past few days. I'll see if I can upgrade the power of the fireball spell."
"As for the last step, I will try to see if I can purify mana from the blood of these ferocious beasts."
"We don't fight an unprepared battle."
After saying this in one breath, Zhang Yang started to get busy. He now had a complete set of plans, so although time was tight, he was still very confident.
Half an hour later, Zhang Yang first threw away a ball of rare beast blood wrapped in a soul force field.
"So that's it, doesn't the blood of ferocious beasts even have any demonic power? They really rely solely on the power of the physical body to explode. From this point of view, when the beasts advance into monsters, they are equivalent to human mages. And if After advancing to become a ferocious beast, it is equivalent to a warrior. This power system is really simple and old-fashioned but extremely reliable, and it can also restrain each other."
Zhang Yang grinned. If the saber-toothed tiger king was a monster, he wouldn't have to be so vigilant. Throwing a set of confinement spells would open up the fight.
"It seems that I not only have to crack the murderous field of the melee profession, but also find a way to increase the power of the confinement spell. But I am afraid that the latter is too late, and there are not many ways, because the confinement spell is a constant spell, and the power of the spell itself remains unchanged. It will change according to the soul strength level of the releaser."
While thinking about it, Zhang Yang quickly found a suitable tree nearby without stopping, and then opened his soul force field and began to warm up. Now that his soul force field is stronger, the warming process will also be faster. quick.
Just an hour later, Zhang Yang withdrew his soul force field and took a few steps back. Without his instructions, Wu Yuan, who had already been prepared, quickly stepped forward with a bronze dagger in his hand.
"Village Chief, please step back a little further, because the hardness of the iron wood cannot be cut by the bronze dagger, so I need to use some other methods."
"Murderous field? Can you tell me the principle and basic use of this power?" Zhang Yang asked immediately. If he wanted to crack the murderous field of the melee profession, of course he had to start with Wu Yuan.
Wu Yuan was stunned and immediately understood Zhang Yang's intention, "The name Murderous Aura Field is good, but I don't know the principle. I can only say that this kind of power is not obtained simply by accumulating murderous aura, but by continuously accumulating strength. Higher-level changes, for example, are like this."
As Wu Yuan spoke, he held a bronze dagger in his left and right hands. He poked the iron wood with the dagger in his left hand, leaving only a white spot. When he poked it again with the dagger in his right hand, it penetrated the iron wood like tofu.
"This is your power, Mr. Village Chief, and this is my power. We use the same bronze dagger, but the results are so different, because as long as the power reaches a certain level, even a small branch can turn decay into magic. , this should be the reason why your confinement spell is ineffective against me, it is very simple, but difficult to crack, unless your spell level is stronger."
"As you said, it doesn't mean much if I give you warm ironwood?" Zhang Yang frowned.
"Of course not, Mr. Village Chief, what I just said only applies to opponents weaker than me, but when encountering the Saber-tooth Tiger King, it is very necessary to have a better weapon, because a stronger weapon can withstand it. My power, you see.”
Wu Yuan suddenly rubbed his hands, and the bronze dagger was directly crushed into a ball by him.
Zhang Yang was silent for a long time, "I understand, does it mean that if I warm and cultivate harder iron wood for you, you can kill the saber-toothed tiger king without my help?"
"Yes, Mr. Village Chief, in theory, this is the case, so you don't need to crack the murderous field. The conflict between melee professions and professions like yours is innate. How can it be perfect? No matter how you crack it, as long as you If you get within 100 meters of anyone in close combat like me, you're almost certain to die."
"But if we keep the distance, I don't think I can withstand the bombardment of the fireball. Of course, I am referring to the terrifying fireball we encountered when we faced the orc mage that day."
Zhang Yang was silent again. Wu Yuan's words made him realize. He really wanted to understand everything he saw. With his soul force field, he wanted to understand everything.
In fact, not necessarily. He cannot be perfect in all aspects. Instead of wasting time like this, he should concentrate on discovering and improving what he is best at.
For example, rubbing wooden spears, rubbing fireballs, confinement spells, and soul force fields, just these four kinds, if they continue to improve, they will already be very powerful.
So he solemnly asked again:
"If I can give you warmer and stronger ironwood, are you sure you can kill that saber-toothed tiger king?"
"Yes, Mr. Village Chief, I am very sure that a good weapon can make up for the power gap between us." Wu Yuan also said solemnly.
"Okay, just wait!"
Zhang Yang was also furious. He had never tried to raise Tiemu Wen to the extreme, because it would be a waste of soul power, and there was no need.
But now he's going to give it a try.
Wu Yuan nodded and stepped aside, his eyes looking forward to it.
At this time, Zhang Yang was not busy warming up, but raised his head and looked up at this big tree that was already very different, from the crown, the top of the tree, to every leaf.
The soul force field was released, but it was not compressed at all. It was just enveloped very calmly, like an invisible cloud.
Zhang Yang abandoned all distracting thoughts and imagined himself as a big tree. His feet turned into tree roots and went deep into the ground. His body turned into tree trunks to resist the violent wind and rain. His head turned into a crown. He could see farther and higher. No, it was to plunder more. Lots of sunshine.
This thought flashed through his mind, and he suddenly felt warm all over his body. Even the scorching sun in the sky was no longer dazzling. All the leaves cheered. There was a mysterious power that was being absorbed and gathered by him bit by bit. .
Then this absorbed power is divided into countless parts and becomes a part of the body.
"I need this power."
Subconsciously, Zhang Yang felt that this power was very useful, but he did not withhold it. Instead, he used his soul force field to participate, concentrating these magical powers on the trunk, and once again accelerated the growth of internal fiber cells, and at the same time, it was growing. In the process, their arrangement is densified to the greatest extent.
This is a very complicated and monotonous job, and it also consumes a lot of soul power.
But what's interesting is that when Zhang Yang's soul power is consumed a lot, the energy from the photosynthesis of leaves can actually restore him in a small amount.
"Could this be the truth behind the Wood Demon's Tower being able to restore vitality and soul power?"
Zhang Yang didn't have many associations, and he didn't care about the passage of time. He always stayed in this state. It wasn't until those leaves could no longer transmit energy that he took back his soul force field. When he opened his eyes, the sun was setting. It took a whole day.
But what surprised him even more was that the big tree he had cultivated died.
That's not right, because the leaves of the big tree are still there, the branches are lush, only the bark is dead, and all the bark is dead, like a mummy whose energy has been sucked away by a vampire.
When you pick it up with your hands, it's a big piece.
There is still a lot of dead bark like this, and if you peel off one layer, there will be another.
When Zhang Yang uncovered the last layer, he saw a dark jade-colored tree trunk, full of life, and only as thick as the mouth of a bowl.
Knock it gently with your hand, and it will make a crisp sound like gold and jade.
"Village Chief, this is really amazing. Throughout the day, I have seen with my own eyes that this big tree is constantly evolving like a python shedding its skin, and now the trunk is harder than my captain. The first-class spear is even stronger."
Wu Yuan also shouted excitedly, if a weapon made of such materials cannot kill the saber-toothed tiger king, from now on his surname will no longer be Wu!
"Can you cut?"
Zhang Yang asked him, and the ecstasy on Wu Yuan's face instantly solidified. Yes, he was powerless to cut.
"So, when it comes to rubbing wooden spears, I'm actually the most expert, are you right?" Zhang Yang smiled slightly, feeling full of accomplishment.
"Yes, yes." Wu Yuan's head was like a chicken pecking at rice.