"The answer is psionic energy!"

Ian didn't plan to go into hiding, now that the farm and the surrounding villages were under attack, the natives must be plotting something that no one knew about, but it was extremely dangerous.

Now, instead of hiding his clumsiness, he should show his potential, so that he may be able to get some resources as a guarantee before danger comes.

"Sure enough, you awakened your psionic energy at that time......"

Some shocked, but more envious. In his recent observations, Brin had already determined that Ian was already a psyker, so he wasn't much surprised.

What shocked him even more was that the other party could actually throw the Supor sleeping powder, which was not easy to collect for the natives, as a hidden weapon, without a trace of hesitation: "It's too wasteful...... If you really want to use sleep powder as a hidden weapon, you can add some cordyceps repellent seed powder and smoked wood bark residue, the effect is just as good, but the price is only one-tenth! ”

Although a bag of confusing powder that can confuse people for five or six seconds will cost several thalers, but as a hidden weapon, the cost performance is much better.

"That's all for the future, and life is the most important thing now."

After setting up Brin and letting them rest for a while, Ian stepped into the forest and retrieved a twisted human form that was dying and had only one breath left.

It was the indigenous knife hand who had broken his arm and even had damage to his spine and had gone into shock from the bucket he threw with all his might.

Ian's height is actually not as tall as this native hunter, and his figure is even more slender, and with that beautiful face, no matter how you look at it, he tends to be polite, and he should appear at the dance banquet.

However, he showed strength far beyond his own size, easily picking up the native knifeman, who was estimated to weigh more than him, and throwing it in front of Bryn.

"How?"

Brin was startled when he was resting with his eyes closed, but when he opened his eyes and saw the natives who were already foaming at the mouth, he immediately knew in his heart: "You want to take the live mouth back for interrogation?" It's difficult, we can't run fast with this guy, and if we get caught up by other teams of Native Hunters......"

"Nope."

Ian was concise and steady, and Brin thought that the other party could easily spot himself and the natives, and could easily target the target in the dark, so he stopped speaking: "Okay, but I'll wait a little longer for the wound to stop bleeding." ”

"So fast?" Ian looked up in some surprise, he was no longer hiding, a watery halo swirling in his pupils, looking at Brin's wound.

In Foresight, Brin is a dark white humanoid with a faint layer of blood hanging from his body, as if he had just faded from a denser color.

And the place where the blood is the most intense is the lower lung where he was stabbed by the knife hand before.

However, when Ian brought the knife hand back, Brin applied himself with the potion, and now the blood-colored wound was fading at a visible rate, eventually turning a slightly thicker red than the rest of his body.

"Alright."

Brin staggered to his feet, and the tall herb picker's urn said in a suffrage: "It's still bleeding inside, but it won't affect your movement for the time being until tomorrow...... I'll be the swordsman. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he grabbed the distorted body of the native knife hand with one hand and clamped it under his armpit.

"The physical fitness of the Terra people is really incredible, Brin is like this, and so are the natives, who were broken all over their bodies by my bucket, but they still hold on to their deaths."

Seeing this scene, Ian couldn't help but sigh in his heart, although it was not the first time he had seen the Terra's perverted anti-injury and self-healing abilities, but every time he felt incredible: "If I hadn't dissected it, I'm afraid I would really think that they only have the appearance of humans." ”

"Don't worry." Letting go of the worries in his heart, Ian motioned for Brin to continue resting: "I'm going to search for something on those natives, maybe there are clues to their attack, maybe there will be some gains." ”

"It's all up to you."

Brin nodded—after the battle just now, he had fully understood that Ian, the kid, was stronger and smarter than he had imagined...... Even more mature.

His plans and opinions are certainly better than his own.

Ian turned his head, not closing the horizon of foresight, and continued to look at the bodies of the other two natives.

In order to defeat the natives in a short period of time, he used the essentia stored in his virtual source species to strengthen his physical fitness.

The pale blue halo was the manifestation of the essentia chips in his body that surged in the capillaries and muscles of his limbs with the flow of blood.

Because the battle ended quickly, he didn't consume much essentia, and in order to save his life, there was no such thing as a loss, but he felt that he should still be able to recover some losses from the enemy.

Surprisingly, there was a little bit of blue light mist flowing on their corpses.

"Sure enough, it paid off."

Walking forward, Ian saw a blue mist of light in a small bag on the Native Hunter's waist, and he opened it to find large light brown seeds inside.

The seeds resemble almonds, exude a mellow aroma, and have regular paper lines about the size of his eight-year-old thumb.

The sensation that the seed gave him was a fierce sense of movement, but also a sense of danger, and the boy felt a little irritated just by smelling it—the perfume was very fragrant, but if it was too strong, it would stink, and it would not taste good in the mouth, and that was the reason.

Crises and gains coexist.

Subsequently, Brin's surprised words also confirmed Ian's hunch: "The pit of the fruit of the Sumo tree? Luckily they didn't have time to eat it, otherwise we probably wouldn't have made it out alive! ”

"Sumo Tree? Oh, it's the wine tree. ”

Ian didn't react for a moment when he first heard the scientific name of the Sumo tree, but the days of Hilliard's teachings were useful, and he immediately remembered that among the many wonderful sublimation plants in the Baissen Mountains, the sublimation plant commonly known as the wine tree.

As the name suggests, the sap of the sake tree is a natural wood wine containing alcohol, and the fruit is also a treasure for making fruit wine, containing natural and easily absorbed essentia, and can be used as a stimulant without sequelae.

Harrison Harrison has a high-end brewery that sells suma sake, which caters to wealthy merchants and aristocrats, and is said to have such an exciting function, so it has always been in short supply.

However, the core of the fruit of the Sumo tree is different, it contains too many stimulants and impurities, it has reached the point of poison, if it is chewed and swallowed into the stomach, it will make people 'drunk to death' within a few minutes - a large amount of essentia and stimulants will penetrate into the blood circulation through the mucous membrane, causing the brain to die of lack of oxygen, but at the same time, the swallower will burst out of the body's extreme strength in a short period of time, not afraid of pain, and even the head is half blown away can not prevent these people who have been 'drunk to death' from dying again.

But even so, the refined extract of the Sumo kernel is still the key material for the true form inheritance of the 'Selfless Fighter'.

It is a legacy that can burn one's own life when necessary, and put oneself in a slow destruction, but quickly destroy the enemy.

"What kind of earth-law suicide berserk potion."

Agitation, Ian withdrew the kernels, his brows furrowed: "The natives actually let the hunter team carry this kind of life-fighting thing, or even something that is used together...... What exactly are they going to do? ”

Although the indigenous tribe has a large number of people, the hunters are not something that can be consumed at will, not to mention that these backbone hunters are the pillars that support a tribe and allow them to achieve this point...... It can only be the 'Great Shaman' revered by the natives of the Redwood Forest!

Shaking his head, Ian stopped thinking about it.

In addition to the Sumo fruit core, only the blow arrow smeared with arrow poison wood venom on the natives is considered a bit valuable, but this thing is too dangerous, and it is not an expert who will poison himself if he is not careful, and Ian himself does not plan to use it, so he smashes it with a stone on the spot and destroys it.

Three Native Hunters, with a total of nine Suma Tree pits, Ian handed three to Brin.

After all, without Brin to attract attention and pin down the enemy, he would not have been able to easily take out all the Hunters.

In the spirit of face and momentum, the herb picker wanted to refuse - his life was saved by Ian, where did he get the face to accept it? What's more, it's too weird to take the loot in the hands of a child, he can't accept it!

But Ian gave just too much.