Heaven and earth are a good place, the only bad thing is that it is too high.

For ordinary people, it is out of reach of high-end, let alone a small body like Tamil.

The doorstep steps alone took Tamil half an hour to climb.

When he finally touched the threshold of heaven and earth, Tamil collapsed on the ground, and all his strength was cleaned.

It's too high.

From here, it's like climbing a peak and looking down at the bottom of the mountain.

"Heaven and earth...... Such an atmospheric name, such a splendid decoration, and these eight stone pillars that hold up the sky, and the brilliant lights......"

Tamil swallowed and whispered, "It must be the temple where the gods live." ”

Strangely, why are there no gods?

After lingering in front of the door for a long time, the desire to explore finally prevailed, and Tamil slipped along and trotted all the way into the hall.

The purple decorations that greet your eye are all over the place.

Purple......

This is the most expensive color on the Titan continent, unlike the common colors of black, white, red and blue lights, purple fuel is difficult to obtain, and it is difficult to make, even the kings of the civilized world can only get a ribbon or something, and there is no need to think about a large area of flags.

Tamil didn't know the price of purple, but he knew it was a color he hadn't seen before.

"A palace worthy of the gods, gorgeous, extravagant......"

"If you knock a brick and go back, you must be able to exchange a lot of sheep, right?"

The thought of the taste of roast lamb makes Tamil's stomach even hungrier.

The smell of food wafted in, and Tamil followed the smell and soon found the fruit bowl on the table.

All kinds of food that I have seen and have never seen before.

Well, I haven't seen any of them.

"Is this the feast of the gods? Mountains of food, fresh milk as big as a lake, and tableware like mountains of gold and silver......"

Hunger creates motivation.

Hunger is uplifting.

Tamil climbed all the way up with the leg of the stool, then grabbed the veins on the tablecloth upwards, and after some unknown time, finally touched the edge of the tabletop.

"Finally I won't be hungry."

Tamil ate a little bit of food in the small corners.

"The Titan God forgive me, I only eat a little...... Eat a little more...... This is the last time......"

In the end, Tamil ate so much that he couldn't sit up.

There was a rush of guilt, and Tamil did not dare to be presumptuous at the table of the gods.

But looking down from the tabletop, it looks like a bottomless abyss.

If you can't solve it here, you don't dare to jump down, and if you climb down, it's definitely too late.

At this time, Tamil slapped his head.

How did you forget the ring.

I carefully recalled the use of the ring.

"Wouldn't it be possible to teleport here every time you set up a fixed waypoint here?"

Thinking of not having to climb stairs, stools and tables, Tamil decisively set up a teleportation point.

By the way, there is still storage space in the ring.

"The Titan God forgive me, and I'll take a little ...... I'll take a little more...... It's really the last point...... That's all there is left, let's take it together. ”

After returning to the Titan Continent, Tamil fully understood what it meant to "have food in your hands and not panic in your heart".

Food for the gods.

Food that has never been tasted before.

Not only delicious, but also huge in quantities and piled up.

Tamil had never seen so much food in his life.

Don't talk about him, it is estimated that no living creature in the Titan Continent has ever seen it.

With so much food, what's next?

Full of warm thoughts**?

Inexistent.

Live the life of a rich man?

How can it be.

Tamil's honest face is embedded with a pair of slightly sly eyes.

Barbarians are proud of being brutal and arrogant, and ashamed of being calculating.

The barbarians think that Tamil is a fool, not because Tamil has a problem with his brain, but because Tamil does not speak and act in accordance with the customs of the barbarians.

To put it plainly, the Tamil is physically similar to that of the highland barbarian, but his brain is closer to that of the civilized world of the South.

But in the eyes of the barbarians, this is brain-dead, brain-sick, and abnormal thinking.

If the barbarians get so much food, the only possibility is to bring it back and share it with the tribesmen, and everyone will light a bonfire and celebrate for three days and three nights.

After eating and drinking, everyone should do what to do.

But Tamil is different.

He thinks about what he can do to get the most out of these foods.

Think about how you can use your ability to travel through the world to your advantage.

Maybe it was out of ignorance, or maybe it was out of awe of the Titans, even if there was no one in the other world, Tamil still didn't have the idea of a dove occupying the magpie's nest.

His vision was now limited to the tribe, and his greatest desire was to kill the chieftain and replace him.

Yes, kill the Chief.

That incompetent guy just has a good father.

Phew, dare to say that my father is a fake shaman.

Dare to say that we steal wine and drink.

In this respect, Tamils and highland barbarians are very different.

Big chest but big heart.

He's very vindictive.

So, after unexpectedly acquiring a huge resource, Tamil's first thought was how to use it for revenge.

At this time, a familiar and unfamiliar memory flowed through Tamil's mind.

Dressed in metal armor and armed with a long knife that shimmered with cold light, he slashed the chieftain seven times through the tribe, stomping on his head and ascending to the throne.

What a strange picture.

But it is undeniable that these images make Tamil's blood boil.

He'd wanted to do that for a long time.

It's just that strength doesn't allow it.

The chieftain held all the rights of the tribe to gather, hunt, and trade goods.

Because of this, the chieftain surrounded the warriors of the tribe, fed them for a meal, each with a set of leather armor, and some of the best ones could also get metal weapons.

Others, on the other hand, are poorly clothed and hungry.

Growing children don't have enough to eat, let alone others.

For the barbarians, who struggle on the brink of abject poverty all year round and often starve to death, mastering food is equivalent to mastering people's hearts, and mastering power.

Turned over his hand and took out a fragrant black food, smashed the hard shell on the surface with a few punches, and bit it down, full of oil and crispy fragrance (melon seeds).

Delicious!

Tamil stuck his head in and rubbed his head against the food, leaving himself shiny and fragrant.

In the southern civilized world, this appearance must be a representative of dirty and sloppy, but on the plateau, it is clearly a symbol of wealth.

In this way, as soon as Tamil entered the tribe, it attracted the attention of many barbarians, as well as their noses.

No one applauded, but a series of gurgling bellies outweighed more than applause.

"What is this?"

"It's so fragrant."

"What did Tamil eat outside?"

Tamil didn't speak, just stood upwind, letting the fragrance on his body drift farther away, so that more people could smell his strong domineering aura.

Oh no, body fragrance.