In the forest.

There was a muffled "bang", and a large elk weighing more than 300 kilograms fell to the ground without saying a word, rubbing its legs a few times, and then simply went, sticking an arrow deep in its eye.

"Oh my God, Thal, your arrows are so accurate, they have to be more than two hundred meters away!" There was a cry of admiration in the dense forest.

"Hehe, let's go, carry the deer back, there will be food in the past few days." Sun Ran smiled, walked to the elk's corpse, grabbed its legs, and with a fierce effort, he put the more than 300 kilograms of large meat ball on his shoulder.

The eyes of the half-elf Monsa who saw this power almost protruded, and he stood next to him and swallowed his saliva.

As a half-elf, he asked himself that his strength and archery skills were already good, but today he was compared to this guy... He could only stand aside, and even this hunt, he was just watching from the beginning to the end.

"Go, go back. I can't see anything with my hand, so you keep an eye on my surroundings for me, hoping not to run into elves. Sun Ran said.

"Okay." Monsa nodded, he still had some effect.

All the way back, it was smooth and there were no accidents.

After returning to the village, Sun Ran threw the big elk on the river beach, and Mengsa on the side immediately said to the villagers who gathered around: "This is the deer hunted by Saar, it will be the food of the village, hurry up and deal with it, it's hot, don't let the fresh meat spoil!" ”

The villagers burst into cheers.

"From this day forward, Saal is the new chief of the village, and he will protect you, and he will hunt and provide fresh meat for everyone." In return, you will listen to his commands, serve him, and do your best to make his life comfortable, won't you? ”

"Yes!" The villagers shouted in response, one by one elated.

The strong are respected. Having a strong leader is a guarantee for the survival of the weak.

Sun Ran didn't refuse pretentiously, he came to this village to be the head. With his strength, he is not right, and others do not agree. The former chieftain, Monsa, could not sit still himself.

In such a primitive tribe, whoever is the strongest is the natural leader, there is no doubt about it.

He drew his broadsword, walked over to the big elk, 'brushed' a few swords, dismembered the elk's carcass into large pieces that were easier to handle, as easily as cutting tofu, and then he put away his sword. Raise your arms high to reveal your strongest body.

The villagers were overwhelmed by the power he had shown, and they all bent down and looked up at Sun Ran to express their awe.

Sun Ran walked all the way over, patted the head of every villager who was close to him, and smiled, "I, Saar." We will do our best to protect the village! ”

"Thor! Thal! Thal! The villagers shouted one after another, their faces beaming with joy.

"Good!" Sun Ran nodded. Then he commanded, "Let's all get busy now." ”

So everyone went to their homes, and a few old men and women began to process the pieces of meat on the ground, while the other women fished in the river or picked wild vegetables and fruits nearby.

As long as it is edible, the villagers collect it as much as they can.

In fact. These wild vegetables and fruits collected by the women are the greatest guarantee of survival, because the men do not always have a harvest when they hunt, and if something happens, the villagers will have to go hungry, which is obviously not good.

So. Don't look at the women in the village who are thin, but in fact, they provide most of the food for the village, of course, only vegetarian food.

Sun Ran followed Monsa back to the shack.

When he got into the house, Monsa said, "Chief, you will live here from now on." ”

"What about you?"

"Hey, there are a lot of empty shacks in the village, any of them will do." Monsa's face was full of sad smiles.

"It's fine." Sun Ran knew that Monsa was guaranteeing the authority of the leader, and he did not refuse. In this Terran village, which is similar to a primitive tribe, everyone is straightforward, and there is no such idle time and pretension.

Monsa and Anna moved out.

Sun Ran was alone in the shack and took out the magic crystals of the Fire Demon Lion given by Monsa, preparing to use it to purify the magic power in his body.

The pale red magic crystals looked very pure, and there were faint flame fluctuations in them, and Sun Ran held them in the palm of his hand and poured his flame magic into them.

The palm of his hand suddenly shook, and the magic crystals began to get hot, Sun Ran did not stop, and continued to infuse the magic power. It's no secret that this is a common way for the world of gods to use magic crystals.

The crystals became hotter and hotter, and suddenly, after crossing a critical point, a new flame magic power in the crystals fed back and flowed into Sun Ran's body.

Sun Ran felt it carefully, and he found that this new magic power was completely fused with his body, without any rejection. Of course, there were impurities in this new magic power, but it was much purer than the magic in his body, and when it flowed through his body, it brought him an even more powerful explosive power.

Each type of magic has a special effect, and the natural magic of the elves is swiftness. And the role of flame magic, in addition to the general magic power to kill and improve physical fitness, its special effect is to greatly increase the user's explosive power!

The purer and more powerful the mana, the greater the increase in explosiveness.

Sun Ran now has a first-level flame magic power, and the maximum power he can use to stimulate the burst of magic power can reach twice as much as usual!

Therefore, when he used his magic power, even if Lu Xiping had second-level natural magic power, he couldn't fight with him, and he could only use the force unloading technique to dodge.

In the past, when Sun Ran was sparring with him, Lu Xiping succeeded in unloading his strength every time, so he could draw with Sun Ran every time, at least Lu Xiping himself thought so.

The purification of mana did not take long, it was only about half an hour, and there was no mana fed back from the crystals.

Sun Ran spread out his palms and looked at it, and saw that the magic crystals that were originally as pure and dazzling as rubies had turned into a mixed black and gray color, and its interior was full of cracks, and there were no more flame fluctuations.

Sun Ran understood that the black and gray color in the crystals was the magic impurities filtered out of the magic power in his body, and all the magic power originally contained in the crystals also flowed into his body.

After feeling his body carefully, Sun Ran found that the magic power in his body had grown a little stronger, and at the same time it had become a little purer, and the growth rate that had tended to stagnate before began to accelerate again.

"Heh, it really has some effect, but the improvement degree of a fire demon lion's magic crystals is too small, and if I want to be promoted to the second level, I need more flame magic crystals." Sun Ran thought to himself.

This forest is the world of elves, he is fleeing privately now, and if he encounters elves in the future, it will definitely be an endless ending. So, he had to boost his strength as soon as possible.

At this time, the smell of meat came from outside the shed, and the venison was almost cooked, so Sun Ran walked out of the shed.

The villagers he saw along the way immediately saluted him, and his demeanor was very respectful, which made him feel much more comfortable, and the depression he had when he was a slave in the elven clan before was completely two extremes.

"From now on, the human race will be my foundation."

There was a clay pot in the center of the village, where the meat was boiling, and the villagers were busy with their work, Sun Ran walked over, sat down on the flattest stone on the side, and beckoned to Mengsa, who was also busy.

"What's the matter, Chief?" Monsa quickly adapted to his new role.

"How many of our people are in this forest? Are there any other gathering places? Sun Ran asked.

Monsa nodded: "Quite a lot." There are more than half a million of them, but most of them are slaves of elves or werewolves, and the number is about 400,000. The rest of the freedmen were less than 100,000. As for gathering places like this, there are probably twenty or thirty of them, and we are a small one. The largest gathering place is in the Falling Star Valley, and the leader is a second-level warrior, and there are more than thirty magical warriors under his command. They seem to have mastered the means of activating their magic. ”

"Oh." Sun Ran nodded: "This leader is good and smart. ”

"Clever is smart, but very narrow-minded and very cruel, and his people are not as good as elven slaves." Monsa looked dismissive.

Sun Ran nodded, thoughtful.

At this moment, the broth was cooked, and a girl about fourteen or fifteen years old knelt down in front of Sun Ran with a clay pot full of pieces of meat, and held the clay pot in her hand in front of Sun Ran, while the other villagers waited quietly, and no one moved the food.

Sun Ran was stunned for a moment, and then understood that this was the authority of the leader.

He took the clay pot, took a sip with a wooden spoon, and then said, "Let's eat." ”

The villagers just started to do it, it looked a little chaotic, but there was still order in the chaos, the strong and healthy villagers got more and better food, more meat in the broth, less wild vegetables, and less in the thin ones, and there were not a few pieces of meat in it, which were basically wild vegetables.

This is the law of nature, and Sun Ran is not in a position to interfere now, so he just watched silently.

After a while, the previous girl came back, holding a pottery bowl in her hand, squatting at Sun Ran's feet, taking small sips of broth, trying not to make a sound, and seemed very quiet.

Sun Ran took a closer look at her and found that she was very beautiful, and she also had a delicate charm of an elf. At least compared to the more than 100 villagers, she was the youngest, the most beautiful, and the healthiest.

Mengsa on the side saw Sun Ran looking at the girl, and said with a smile: "Chief, she speaks out when the jasmine flowers bloom, so her name is Jasmine, and she is fifteen this year...... Belch...... Also my little daughter, if you like it......"

"Daughter? So how old are you? Sun Ran looked at Monsa with some surprise.

"Half-elves have a relatively long lifespan, can live for more than a hundred years, and they don't look too old. Don't look at me so handsome, in fact, I'm in my forties, haha. Monsa laughed.

Sun Ran turned his head to look at the girl, and the other party was also looking up at him, and when he saw him looking over, he smiled shyly, and then lowered his head.

"Okay, I like her, so she'll follow me." Sun Ran nodded.

Everything in the primitive tribal society is simple and natural, like is like, and there is no pretentiousness and grace here. (To be continued......)