As he got closer, Mo Ren could feel the difference between this indigenous old man and the other natives. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

That's a unique temperament.

Leader, or something else, Mo Ren didn't know how to describe it, but in short, this old man's temperament was indeed different from the others, just his bright eyes were already different from other elderly natives.

The years have engraved countless traces on his body, which makes his eyes reveal a unique and long vicissitudes of life, his weather-beaten dark skin is full of all kinds of wrinkles, his snow-white beard is combed very neatly, although he is old, his waist is still very straight and straight, like a poplar tree in the desert, it seems that he will never be knocked down by this harsh environment.

And when Mo Ren walked up to the old native, he suddenly showed a kind smile and spoke a piece of English that he was not very fluent in.

"Hello, Warrior. ”

Even if it was just two words, he didn't say it accurately, and there were some obvious errors in grammar.

But this did not prevent Mo Ren from understanding the words of the indigenous old man.

"Hello. Mo Ren glanced at the old man with some surprise, and at the same time replied to the other party in very fluent English: "It's a pleasure to meet you." ”

"Let's go talk in the house. ”

The old man stretched out his hand and pointed to a thatched hut and said to Mo Ren.

"Good. ”

Nodding, Mo Ren also followed the indigenous old man towards the hut.

He was still in a good mood now, he thought that he would not be able to communicate with these natives, but suddenly a chief who knew English came, so that he would save a lot of time, of course, it was a good thing.

After entering the hut, the old man pointed to a round straw mat on the ground and motioned for Mo Ren to sit there.

Mo Ren didn't say much, just made a butt, in front of him was a small square table made of clay, there was a straw mat opposite, and there were two clay fired plates on the table, which were placed with some things like dried fruits and jerky, which should be a special place for chatting.

As for the rest of the hut, Mo Ren looked up, and it turned out that except for a bed, there were only some animal bones, teeth, leather drums hanging on the wall, and some items that were obviously used for sacrifices or prayers.

"Warrior, I heard Cashdello speak of today's dangers, and I thank you on behalf of the village. ”

The old native sat across from Mo Ren, and he said to Mo Ren in somewhat broken English: "As you can see, we have nothing here, but you will always be our friend, and I hope that the 'Spirit of Tukalu' will give you eternal good luck." ”

"Thank you. ”

Mo Ren went through the English of the indigenous old man in his mind a little, and after correcting the mistakes, he understood what the other party meant: "I actually ......"

Before he finished speaking, a young native suddenly came in at the door, and I saw him holding a few not very big clay pots in both hands, and seemed to say something respectfully to the old native, and then the old aboriginal beckoned to him.

Several clay trays were placed on top of the clay table, and the young native slowly walked in, carefully pouring something out of the clay pot.

Mo Ren looked down and saw that it was some fresh animal milk, like a brain flower soaked in plant juice, and some carefully cut tender slices of meat, a few hard-boiled eggs, offal and plant roots, and a plate of slimy sauce that I don't know what it was, which didn't seem to be very appetizing, but it was definitely the best thing these natives thought was there.

“……”

Mo Ren quietly looked at these special delicacies, and I have to say that he misses the antelope meat half a month ago.

"Warrior, what did you just want to say?"

The old native man picked up a bowl of fresh animal milk in both hands, handed it to Mo Ren, and asked at the same time, "If I knew, I would have told you." ”

"Thank you. ”

This bowl of fresh milk looked quite normal, so Mo Ren took it and took a sip, only to find that this unknown beast milk tasted good: "...... In fact, for some reason, I'm looking for something that can hallucinate, plants, animals, wine, whatever, I wonder if you can help me?"

"Hallucinogenic?"

The old native man repeated the word, as if to confirm that he had heard correctly: "Warrior, do you mean hallucination?"

"Yes. ”

Mo Ren took another sip of beast milk, nodded at the same time, and confirmed: "It's something that can make people hallucinate, anything is fine, as long as it can hallucinate." ”

"That's too much, Warrior. ”

The old man shook his head at first, but then his expression became a little serious: "But this is very dangerous, if you use too much, you will die, if you want to find happiness in this, I don't recommend you to do it, it's not worth it." ”

"I'm not using it as a poison (harmony), I'm ......"

Mo Ren put down the beast milk in his hand and thought for a moment: "I need to draw strength from them, I need to become stronger." ”

"Strength?"

The old man didn't seem to understand what Mo Ren said, and a trace of doubt flashed in his clear eyes.

"Yes, power. ”

Mo Ren pointed at the muscles on his body with his fingers, and swung a few punches into the air, surpassing the strength and speed of the human body to thump the air, and he patiently explained to the indigenous elder: "I want to draw strength from these things and become stronger." ”

"Unbelievable ......"

The old native man looked a little surprised, only to see him pick up his bowl of animal milk and drink several sips in a row.

And after drinking most of the bowl of animal milk, he raised his hand to wipe the corners of his mouth, and then said to Mo Ren in broken English: "You talk about a lot of such things, but I must help you, otherwise you will die, because it is very dangerous here." ”

"Hmm. ”

Mo Ren nodded slowly, it was naturally great to be like this.

Next, because Mo Ren's most important thing had been almost done, he also chatted with the indigenous old man while eating and drinking.

And with this small talk, Mo Ren also grasped a lot of information about this village.

The old native's name was Rulen, and he was a wizard in this village, but it was not quite correct to say that he was a wizard, because Rulen's English was very non-standard, so Mo Ren guessed that he wanted to speak words like witch doctors, and the reason why he knew English was because he had joined the nearby warlords when he was young, where he learned some broken English, but then because he was worried about his relatives in the village, he sneaked back again.

When Mo Ren asked about the exact location of this place, Rulen said that he didn't know either.

According to Rulen, although he said that he had joined the nearby warlords, he was in fact just a sentry, and he did not come into contact with anything, and after he escaped, he also wanted to go back, but when he went there again, he found that there was nothing left, and there was not enough food, so he had no choice but to return to the village.

After that, he had to bring a lot of food every few years and look around for other human shadows, but he didn't find anything, and finally he was gone.

[It should be a no-man's land or something, and some parts of Africa are vast and sparsely populated, and it is indeed possible that such villages may appear.] 】

After hearing Lu Leen's statement, Mo Ren also guessed.

After that, because it was getting late, Mo Ren also rejected Rulen's intention to stay overnight, and got up and returned to his stone room.

Of course, because he didn't eat anything in the village, Mo Ren beat a small herbivore on the way, skinned and removed the meat near his stone house, and used his mental power to bring most of the tender meat back to the inside of the stone house, and with some fine salt left in his pocket, he roasted it with charcoal fire.

"Whine......"

Some hyenas sneakily ran to the vicinity of the stone house, and when they smelled blood, they found the animal entrails and bones that Mo Ren had left behind, and chewed them violently.

While they quickly swallowed these still warm internal organs, they cautiously stared at the direction of the door of the stone house, the smell of barbecue wafting out of it seemed to attract them even more, the tempting aroma made them can't help but whimper in a low voice, but they didn't dare to take a step beyond this thunder pool, because anyone who dared to run towards the stone house would be thrown into the position they were in now in a few seconds, with different heads and different flesh and skin, and they couldn't die anymore......

……

The next morning, when the sun had just risen, Mo Ren had already opened his eyes.

Last night, he had a rare night's sleep.

This is to achieve a better state of being able to withstand the effects of the hallucinogenic plants, so as to achieve the effect of self-hypnosis.

The charcoal fire on the ground had long since been extinguished, leaving a blank slate, and Mo Ren took the leftover meat hanging on the beams of the house, the meat that had been roasted last night had become cold and dry, but Mo Ren didn't care about it at all, and after eating them with some wild vegetables and berries, he slowly left the stone house.

In the past half a month, Mo Ren has not been subject to any interference and restrictions, and has been constantly tempering his mental power almost every day and night, so at this moment, the value of his mental power has also increased significantly, the strength parameter has skyrocketed from 1.5 tons to 4 tons, more than doubled, and the burst parameter has increased to a level close to 20 tons, but this value is not absolutely accurate, because there is no clear weight reference nearby, so these two parameters are estimated by Mo Ren.

However, in addition to these two parameters, Moren's other parameters have also been improved to a certain extent.

The range of telekinesis has been increased from a radius of one hundred and twenty meters to two hundred meters, the duration has increased to about three and a half hours, and the accuracy has been further improved, and Mo Ren estimates that even if he manipulates hundreds of blades to attack the enemy at the same time, he should be able to attack the enemy with ease.

However, although the other parameters have been greatly improved, the recovery speed has not increased in the slightest.

It's still six hours.

This made Mo Ren's desire to cultivate delusional extreme intent even more urgent.

There were almost no human tracks in the African grassland, so Mo Ren simply didn't bother to continue walking, and his invisible telekinesis directly supported his body, and flew towards the direction of the village at an extremely fast speed, and he had reached the vicinity of the village in a short time.

In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, Mo Ren chose to land near the village and walked to the village.

In the village, the witch doctor Rulen had been waiting in the thatched hut for a long time, and after seeing Mo Ren's arrival, he also greeted him directly.

"Good morning, Morin. ”

In yesterday's conversation, Lu Renen knew Mo Ren's name, so after seeing Mo Ren at this moment, he also took the initiative to say hello.

Roureen was dressed in a completely different way than yesterday, he had taken off his witch doctor's outfit and replaced it with a suit of culottes sewn from animal skins and linen, his upper body was shirtless, and he seemed to have a maroon paint on it, which made his skin look a little different from the usual dark, and on his face he was painted with something like bone meal that Mo Ren couldn't read, and he carried a rattan basket on his shoulder, and in his hand he held an iron tool that looked like a combination of a sickle and a shovel.

“…… Hello to you, Rulen. ”

Mo Ren was a little uncomfortable with this British way of greeting.

If it's summer, it's common to say hello to each other by asking "have you eaten?" or "why are you going?"

"The sun hasn't risen too high yet, so it won't be too hot if we go out now, so we're going to start moving as soon as possible. Rulen grinned and smiled happily: "If it goes well, we should be back before noon." ”

"Well, let's go. ”

Merin nodded, and then followed in the footsteps of Rulen, leaving the village to a low hill not far away, with the blessings of the other natives.

And when looking for these hallucinogenic items, it is indeed as Rulen said, as long as it goes well, it will not take much time.

In the face of all those terrible threats on the African savannah, Mo Ren did not listen to Rulen's advice to take a detour, and directly led the other party to the most dangerous, but also the most efficient road, because Mo Ren knew that no matter whether it was hyenas, lions, bison, crocodiles, or even the most dangerous hippos and wild elephants in the African savannah, there was no way to stop his steps.

Bison, blow its head.

Hyena: Twist its neck directly.

Hippopotamus kicks back into the river with a casual kick.

The crocodile, tearing open its gaping jaws alive.

In this way, Mo Ren took the already stunned Rulen all the way, like a heavy tank that rushed into the crowd, and with an absolute attitude like a rampage, he forced a way out of the African savannah.