Going down the stone steps, this time facing Mawson, Tuka's attitude was much more restrained, and all thanks to King Kong.

"The Prophet wants to see me, why?"

"You are the only human in the record who can communicate equally with the race of the Patronus."

"Call me Mawson."

Tuka nodded, "Because of the nature of the race, I can make any creature feel our thoughts without the need for specific verbal communication. ”

"We have tried to communicate with him, but we have completely failed, and in fact, if it were not for the presence of the Prophet, the Patronus may not have blessed us."

"I'm really curious, how did you do that?" Tuka asked, slightly confused.

Mawson thought for a moment and didn't hide it, "Maybe I've earned his respect." ”

"Earned his respect?"

Mawson nodded, "I helped him kill a skeleton creeper." ”

Hearing this, Tuca's next step was missed, and he almost rolled down the stone steps, he finally managed to gain a foothold, turned and stared at Mawson with wide eyes.

"What did you say you did?"

"Killed a ......"

"How is this possible?"

"Are you alone?"

Mawson nodded.

As if thinking of something, "I see you carry a lot of weird weapons, you use those things, right?" ”

Mo Sen shook his head, "You can't get the respect of the strong by relying on foreign things alone. ”

Swish!

The red light flashed, and Mo Sen had a blood-red long knife in his hand.

"That's what I rely on!"

Feeling the thick bloody aura on the knife's body, Tuka couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

"Hmm...... Let's hurry, I think the Prophet should be in a hurry. ”

He changed the subject in a panic, and then ran deep underground without looking back, this time significantly faster.

Take back the Fallen Blade. Mawson also jumped in to follow. Although he has gained Tuka's respect because of King Kong, there are times when he still needs to show his strength.

I don't know how far I walked, the heat wave in the ground came in, and in this hot environment, instead of feeling uncomfortable, Mosen felt that every pore was extremely comfortable.

He knew that it was the chimeric red boy gene that played a role, after all, he didn't even feel the slightest sense of the normal burning flame, and this temperature only made him feel comfortable.

Coming to an open cavern, Tuka opened his mouth and let out a strange sound, and not long after, in the depths of the cave, a short body came out.

Seeing that figure, Mo Sen couldn't help but rub his eyes, glanced back at Tuca, and asked tentatively, "Is this ...... Prophet?"

Tuka nodded.

"Get out, I'll greet this guest......" an old voice remembered in his head.

Looking at the old white ape in front of him, Mawson's heart was in a mess, he had had countless ideas, but the craziest of them would not have thought that the prophet of the tribe would be a monkey.

From the outside, Mawson could not deduce the age of the white ape, he looked like an old man among humans, and was covered with an animal skin.

Although it looks ugly and dressed roughly, it gives people a strange sense of elegance when walking, as if the person controlling this body is not a monkey at all.

It's a person.

"100 years ago, a fallen nobleman came here, and I learned a lot from him."

"But unfortunately, he didn't make it out of here."

"Please come with me, distinguished guest." The white ape walked towards the depths of the cave with his hands behind his back.

"Did you tell Hank that we were coming to this island, and how did you do that?" Mawson asked the doubts in his heart.

I came to a room that had been carved out by hand, and the walls were inlaid with fluorite of unknown material, reflecting the place as if it were daylight.

"It's a special ability of mine to see special images in my sleep that are indicative of the future to come."

"With this ability, I have helped Tuka and his people avoid many disasters, but unfortunately, this ability cannot be used actively, and there are some things that I can't see."

"So after so many years of development, the tribe is still this scale."

The Prophet was so old that he seemed to be dying at any moment, but his eyes were bright, and he looked at Mawson fixedly.

"All Iwi people, after birth, need to drink the juice of macaroni grinding, which will slowly transform their people, giving them the ability to communicate with anyone without sound."

"It turns out that this ability is not innate." Mawson suddenly realized, "Then Hank also drank this juice, right?"

The Prophet nodded, "He passed our test and is now part of the tribe. ”

In Mawson's view, the herb's effect is probably more than that, it should change certain structures in the brain, so that people who drink macaroni juice have the ability to receive thoughts and sense emotions.

This thing should greatly improve the perception of the human body, and perhaps improve one's mental patience.

I just don't know if it will have better results with repeated use.

"This macaroni is so powerful, haven't you tried to use it repeatedly?" Mawson asked the doubts in his heart.

The Prophet smiled, then pointed at himself.

Mawson was stunned for a moment, then seemed to understand something, and couldn't help but blurt out.

"Are you also from the Iwes!?"

Mawson's eyes widened, and he carefully looked at the prophet opposite, with pale hair, a rickety waist, and exaggerated arm length, not to mention the features on his face.

In short, from the outside, there is not the slightest human characteristic, and compared to him, King Kong is even more like a person.

"All the people in history who have taken the second macaroni have all died violently, and I am the only exception."

"After taking the second macaroni, my body underwent a terrible mutation, and in just a few months, it became what it is now."

"Although I have acquired strange abilities, since then, I have been extremely afraid of cold, and I have to live in extremely hot underground, and I have not left this place for many years......"

"Please follow me." The Prophet stood up and left the room with Mawson all the way down, the temperature below was obviously much higher than in the cave, and after walking for Mawson, he saw an open underground space.

Clusters of orchids, with a little bit of light, grow there, about 30 centimeters high, the plants are nearly a finger thick, and they are densely covered with white spots.

"That's macaroni."

"The land on which it grows is a river of lava that draws the heat from it, and it takes 20 years to fully mature a plant!"

"This is the greatest treasure of the entire tribe."

Mawson didn't get closer, just took a closer look, although this thing was useful to him, he wouldn't just send it into his mouth without any research.

At that moment, he suddenly noticed a few bits of dark red in the blue plant, which were exactly the same shape as macaroni, but completely different in color.

"What's that?" Mawson asked.