"The blood of one warrior shall be repaid with a hundred imperial men."

He spoke, but his hand did not stop.

The Great Shaman will be located in the box, and although it has been taken out a long time ago, the two hearts that are still bright red and beating are gently plucked.

Then, it was placed softly in the crucible, which had completely turned a bright red color, like magma, and like a medicinal mud of boiling blood.

As the heart sank into the mud, the ritual was completed.

As he held his breath, a flash of spiritual light visible to the naked eye flickered.

The muddy mud inside the crucible instantly became pure and deep, and the red blood paste transformed into another ink-like liquid in a few breaths.

A kind of clear and pure 'blood ink'.

And at the moment when the blood and ink were formed, a gust of wind rose out of thin air, and a burst of mountain shouts suddenly sounded halfway up the mountain outside the great shaman's tent, like the shouts and roars of the ancient ancestors, causing all the totem poles to shake.

The cries spread all the way to the redwood swamp at the foot of the mountain, and the sudden wind swept through every branch and tree trunk in the forest, making the whole jungle noisy, and the miasma of mist above the swamp rose to diffuse a flood of colors.

Thirty-two hunters were on their knees at the moment, prostrate on both sides of the tent, Anim picked up the medicine pot, he stretched out his hand, and reached into it, not caring that the bright red medicinal juice and blood ink in the medicine pot were far hotter than boiling water.

Then, the old man used his hand as a pen, stained with blood ink, motioned for the hunters to raise their foreheads, and then slowly drew blood-colored lines on the top of the hunters' foreheads.

Each hunter couldn't help but look happy, and then his expression became painful, but he gritted his teeth and forcibly endured—the bright red blood-colored lines spread along his forehead towards the inside of the flesh, spreading between his breath, implanting between his muscles and viscera, making his breath thicker.

In the bodies of the few hunters who were extremely accustomed to the blood ink, tiny scales followed.

The air was filled with the smell of earthy and sea breeze, the smell of mountains and tides, and the harbingers of the awakening of the spirits of mountain tides.

Anim painted the lines in blood ink for the thirty-two warrior hunters, but he did not stop, but made his way to the redwood swamp.

In his ears, the tremors of many totems and the cries of the spirits slowly converged into one, surging like a tide.

As time passed, the roaring sound became clearer, and finally turned into a faint, low murmur from the depths of the swamp.

【Life ......】

Letting the vague but soul-shaking spiritual sound whizz back and forth in his ears, Anim's face was solemn, the blood ink of the crucible in his hand had dried up, and the dregs of the medicine had completely hardened and turned pale.

Only two hearts, one large and one small, were extremely red, and they were violently agitating, containing incomparably strong life force.

"Lord of the mountains, son of the sea, the pulse of the tides, the call of the mountains of the earth...... This is a sacrifice that belongs to you alone, a life that is offered to you. ”

Reciting ancient sacrificial words, the old shaman stepped into the center of the mire.

Then, place the pots on top of the murky swamp water and turn away.

The redwood swamp shook slightly, and all the trees in the woods shook.

In the middle of the swamp, the mire began to spin, sucking the potion into the depths, and the invisible spiritual voice let out a loud roar, followed by the sound of greedy sucking.

If you look down from the mountainside, you can vaguely see that in the depths of this swamp, which the Redwood Tribe regarded as a sacred place, there is a huge shadow that is shaking and drumming.

Its shape spiraled, and a six-point scarlet light lit up in the mud.

It wriggled at the bottom of the mire, emitting a roar and howl that humans could hardly hear.

The Pure Sacrifice that took place in the ancestral land of the Redwoods did not cause any changes in a short period of time.

But there is no doubt that something has already happened.

After some time, the canopy fell, and Harrison Harbor entered dusk.

It was late in the evening, and Ian lit the fire in the house, and he used his burning stick to stir the charcoal in the stove, causing a handful of golden-red sparks to burst out from the gap between the stove and the pot, bringing up a puff of smoke.

As the fire grew stronger, some more firewood was added, and the boy, who was cooking porridge and preparing dinner, got up and went to the cupboard next to him, and took out the contemplative herbal water that had been sitting for a day.

- Boom!

A white light pierced the dark sky, thunder rang out, and it rained heavily in Port Harrison.

Ian, who had picked up the potion, looked sideways out the window, and the rain covered the entire land, and the rain clouds rolling in the sky faintly rolled the thunder that had not yet taken shape, and every now and then a real lightning bolt slashed to illuminate the entire harbor and coast.

"Normal tropical weather, it's unlikely to be so bad."

Shaking his head slightly, he listened to the thunder five times in three minutes, and Ian knew that the weather in another world must have more variables than in his hometown.

But the fact that Harrison Harrison has two thunderstorms in three days in the summer, and can even attract a large group of mine-hunting jellyfish at the nearby Sighing Cliff, is obviously not within the scope of the usual situation.

The thunder that shone and dissipated in the clouds contained an aura that made Ian instinctively uneasy.

He had a vague hunch that his teacher's mission was related to the real cause of this strange weather.

But now is not the time to think about that.

After sitting for a day, the condensation potion exudes a peculiar fragrance, if Ian is to describe it, it is the mint-flavored flower water mixed with the smell of cooling oil, just by sniffing, you can feel a slight coolness from the tip of the nose to the lungs.

Upon careful observation, Ian noticed that the water quality on the surface of the potion was different from normal water, and opened the Prophetic Horizon, and the faint blue halo emitted from the upper half of the jug proved his point.

"It seems that the active part of the condensation herb and other herbs is a lighter substance than water, and after decoction and then left to rest overnight, the medicinal quality will float, which happens to be the simplest and most effective purification step."

Although his mind was thinking about the summary, Ian's hand did not stop.

After arriving at the room where his younger brother Elan was, he simply followed Elder Pudde's instructions, scooped up a spoonful of water with a cleaned wooden spoon, fed it to his younger brother, who was still dreaming in a daze, and then took out the medicine residue that had turned into a light green powder from the bottom of the medicine jar and applied it to the temples and around the forehead of the other party.

“~”

While still asleep, Elan opened his eyes due to the stimulation of the potion, and the young child looked at Ian with wide eyes, and looked at his brother for several seconds, before revealing a rather comfortable expression, closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

"The effect is quite good, and the eyes are a lot smarter."

Ian wasn't surprised by this, as he had already predicted using the Prophetic Horizon before giving it to Elan that the potion was not dangerous or even very beneficial.

Soon, he himself did as he was instructed to take a small amount of the remaining concentrating potion.

A spoonful of potion went down his throat, and at first he didn't feel anything, but soon, Ian couldn't help but shiver slightly.

An icy cold sensation spread along the throat, stomach, and even the entire digestive tract, spreading throughout the body.

This feeling made Ian, who had been a little dizzy and tired from practicing psionic energy for an afternoon, suddenly wake up, as if he had taken a cold shower when he was dazed, and was temporarily full of energy.

Even if you are full of food and drink and have plenty of physical strength, if you use your spiritual energy for too long, it will make people feel as if you have stayed up all night and used your brain too much.

In the afternoon, when he was most tired, Ian even felt that his brain was like a red piece of iron, hot and painful, with a feeling of swelling as if it was red, swollen and inflamed.

After a period of rest, this discomfort has subsided quite a bit. But after taking this concentrating water, Ian immediately noticed that his originally hot brain and body were rapidly 'cooling', and a comfortable feeling of coolness was constantly pouring out.

For example, Ian feels that this comfort is no less than a summer day when he runs around in 42 degrees Celsius and finally goes home and eats ice cream in an air-conditioned room.

"The medicine is really good!"

Ian couldn't help but admire, but he also knew very well that this condensing herbal water was definitely worth a lot of money, just a small packet alone, I am afraid it would not be a problem to sell seven or eight talers, and a few bags would add up to his uncle's original salary for a year.

The elder handed over an entire box of medicine packets to himself, which could not be described as generosity, it was as incredible as throwing money into the water.

It can only be said that this kind of resource, which is quite precious to the common people, is probably just a consumable for the nobles and the big people.

"Anyway, it's not poisonous, so it's not in vain."

Hilliard hadn't returned yet, and Ian hadn't waited for the other party, so he finished his porridge and settled dinner first.

After eating and drinking, he sat quietly by the window, closed his eyes, and tried to sense the source seed while the effect of the concentrating potion was still there, and his spirit was uplifted and clear.

Because of the guidance of the teacher Hilliard, and the recent eating of a Warcraft-grade salmon that contains a large amount of essentia.

Ian soon sensed the presence of essentia in his body, as well as the presence of a virtual source.

For a moment, he heard a slight 'whooshing' sound, like a tidal wave.

Ian knew that it was synaesthesia from the flow of essentia fragments in his blood, which was flowing in every corner of his body, subtly increasing his physical fitness.

"The essentia flow is a little faster today, and the afternoon practice seems to be useful."

Essentia flows down the circulatory system of the body, back and forth around Ian's body and heart, and the muscles, internal organs, and even cells of his body are greedily absorbing the essentia and absorbing the energy of this life.

But the real big head is still the virtual source species located in the heart.

A large amount of essentia fragments poured into it, which was absorbed and compressed by the source species that was operating automatically, and condensed into a truly regular essentia.

Ian stared, and every detail of the originally vague virtual source species became clear.

With his past professional work experience, these two days of practice and observation have given him a considerable understanding of the structure of the source species.

Throwing away all bells and whistles and cultural connotations, the source is simply a storage and conversion device.

Structured like a turbocharger, it operates with the force of the heart's beating and breathing, and the essentia produced by the digestion of food enters the bloodstream, where it is collected, refined, stored, and released when needed.

Essentia is a special kind of life energy, and a small amount of essentia fragments flowing in the blood circulation system can increase a person's physical fitness.

The high-purity essentia is released by the source species and enters the body organs, which will greatly increase the physical fitness in a short period of time.

It includes absolute strength, nerve reflexes, exercise tolerance, regenerative ability and physical toughness, all of which are improved in all aspects.

In the world of Terra, if an ordinary person who usually eats and drinks normally, if he is forced to the point of desperate life, he may burst out of the essentia instinctively preserved in his body, and release a power far beyond his limit in a short period of time.

The fact that a mother kicks a big rock with one hand to protect her child in a moment of crisis is not magical news in the world of Terra, but something that is no longer normal, rather than a strange thing that does not happen.

Ordinary people can do this, let alone the sublimator reserve who holds the source seed?

Taking Ian himself as an example, after eating a Warcraft salmon, even if his body is still weak in his bones and he is only an eight-year-old child, if he completely releases the essentia accumulated in the source species, he can exert his strength comparable to that of an adult man in ten minutes.

Of course, the true efficacy of essentia is certainly not to be used as a consumable in this way.

As the essence of life, the sublimator accumulates essentia in order to condense the sublimation organ.

If essentia is only used to improve physical fitness for a short period of time, and it returns to normal after consumption, or even overdraws all energy, then the sublimation organ has the same power as the essentia explodes in normal conditions, especially in most cases.

Therefore, if it is not a true desperate situation, Ian feels that no sublimator will use his stored essentia indiscriminately.