"This is our dry season camp, and now that the dry season is coming to an end, everyone is preparing to relocate. "The Guardian who leads the way is fluent in the lingua franca and is quite talkative. He saw that Faust looked puzzled by the hurried appearance of the people in the tribe, and hurriedly opened his mouth to explain.

Along the way, he briefed Faust and his party on the camp, and whenever Faust's eyes fell on something, he was kind enough to shift the conversation to the relevant side - this was certainly not the treatment Faustus and his party deserved, but the psychomancer had a way of changing the attitude of the weak.

"It's a pity that this year coincided with the Great Hunt, and the relocation festival was canceled, otherwise you would have seen good things!" he said mysteriously, with a wicked smile on his face that all men understand. Faust shook his head helplessly, this guide is good at everything, but not very serious.

However, his presentation did help Faust to understand the situation of the indigenous people—some of the mayor's intelligence was decades old. From his introduction, Faust knew that the size of this tribe was seven or eight hundred people, which was more than the Toad tribe where he had been. About a quarter of the men were able to take up arms, and they were among the most powerful tribes in the surrounding areas.

He also revealed intentionally or unintentionally that there were thirty so-called "wilderness hunters" like him who had received special training from the chief, and in addition to a dozen of them who were the chief's personal guards, the rest were often sent out to hunt some powerful monsters that threatened the tribe.

"Oh, then Batura and Regulen are Revenant?" Faust asked thoughtfully. He didn't believe that the chief could improve the combat power of others out of thin air, and he was afraid that he had mastered some special training method—or even a unique class. If Lei Gulun also learned relevant skills, he could ask Lei Gulun directly.

You must know that there is no equality between combat classes, and excluding the caster class, even among the melee fighters, the civilian class of the warrior can only be said to be decent, and cannot match many special classes.

However, regardless of whether the professional training method mastered by the chief was able to produce top powerhouses, it was already a terrible thing to be able to train a soldier with an average rank of three or four in the jungle with few resources.

These Revenants could have taken the initiative and turned the town of Marula into a sea of fire overnight, and the mayor's militia couldn't even find their shadows.

If in an environment with abundant resources, this kind of profession that does not seem to have any special requirements can easily train even hundreds of elite soldiers, except for those high-level professionals with terrifying strength, this is already a lot of force around Redstone City.

How on earth did a native, get this valuable knowledge?Faust sneered, probably something from that city. This made Faust even more interested in what the city had to offer - if he could get a similar training method, he could quickly become a veritable Sir Faust Lopez - and even Count Faust Lopez.

"No, no," the guide waved his hand, "Batura, Regulen, and Miss Zhannath are not Revenants, but the Gurubang, who he is." "Besides, he's one of the strongest wilderness hunters outside of the chief, and if it weren't for the problems here, he'd probably be the head hunter." He nodded his head.

Sure enough, the Chief was also a Revenant, and Faust was even more convinced that the Chief had been trained in some kind of ancient profession in that City of Flesh - if it was a potion or treasure that could increase his strength, there was no need for the Mayor to give himself a similar name.

"Severy, this is where you rest. Faust was thinking about things when the native-guide who was leading the way suddenly stopped. He pointed to a large, very clean tent with one hand and respectfully introduced Faust.

"Well, you go back and report to the chief, and we'll get some rest. Faust nodded and replied casually. He just gave a simple hint and couldn't really distort the other person's mind and make him do something against his intention.

Ignoring the departing guide, Faust entered the tent first. There was no frills in it, just a few hides on waterproof floor mats, and a few pieces of cork, barely pillows.

"Don't mind, Lord Faust, that old man probably sleeps like this, with a few layers of animal skins at most. The mayor seemed to see that Faust's face was not good, and hurriedly excused the chief. It's not that he's still thinking about the friendship between the two, but after a few days of understanding, he already knows that Faust is not the kind of character who sulks in life. Faust likes to anger others more than anything else.

"Although this tribe is strong, it seems that the living conditions are not as good as the Toad People tribe. Faust sighed, he thought that when he arrived at the camp he would not have to continue his hard life, but at least he would get a soft little bed. But the truth is always keen to shatter his illusions.

The mayor has been crawling in the jungle for most of his life, and although the Toad people tribe is remote, he has also been there. He hurriedly explained to Faust, "Your Excellency Faust, the Toad People tribe is guarded by a sacred tree, which can dispel overly large rain clouds, so they can settle in the jungle. The other tribes did not have sacred trees, so they often migrated with their backs to the rain, so the conditions were relatively rudimentary......"

Faust waved his hand, interrupting his explanation, "I know, I know." It will be just one day, and tomorrow morning we will negotiate with the old chief, and whatever the outcome, we will not stay here. ”

Faust, after losing his emotion, pays more and more attention to the satisfaction of his own desires - if he loses his desires again, what difference does he have from a piece of wood?

"Okay, everyone rest, I'm going to start meditating early today. With that, Faust sat down cross-legged and entered a meditative state—he was already close to level four, and if he could break through before the expedition, he would also increase his certainty of success. Therefore, he extended his meditation time these days in order to accumulate more psychic power.

Before Faust entered meditation, he habitually flipped through his character interface. He looked at the page with his attributes written on it.

Name: Faust

Ethnicity: Aventus

Faith: Demigod Legba

Faction: Order and Evil

Class: Psychiocrat

Level: 3

XP: 3→4 (190/200)

Attribute:

Strength: 13

Dexterity: 12

Constitution: 15

Intelligence: 18

Perception: 13

Charm: 13

Characteristic:

Children of Water and Atmosphere: The Aventus are the darlings of water and atmosphere, and can travel freely between the two worlds, increasing the effects of their abilities involving water and wind.

Meningeal Resonance: You know the brain so well that when you use this ability, the brains of all creatures within ten feet experience a strong concussion.

Psionic Words: Powerful psionic entities permanently alter your speech centers, allowing you to understand and speak all the languages of the multiverse that don't have much power—if your vocal organs support it.

Channeling Negative Energy: Any pastor can release waves of energy that originate from faith. This energy can be used to heal or inflict damage, depending on the type of energy and the target species. The Evil Priest channels negative energy, which can be used to deal damage or heal the undead.

Affinity Shard: Gain the ability to create a Slug Servant, which can be recreated 24 hours after being destroyed, and the new Shard Shard will retain the previous memories and personality.

Task:

1. Evading the investigators of Baba Yajia, the time limit is one year (remaining time: 339 days, 5 hours, 6 minutes and 51 seconds).

Reward: Psionic Alchemy (Starter).

2. Explore the Forbidden City.

"Come on, work a little harder, try to break through tonight. Faust was a little anxious, the old chieftain's tribe was bigger and stronger than Kuaza, which often meant that he was also much stronger than Kuaza - if the mayor's memory was to be true, the old chieftain was indeed far stronger than Kuaza.

Faust's strong opponent also gave Faust a sense of urgency, and for the first time he felt that his strength was a little lacking.