Morning.

Blackstone woke up.

He looked at the humble room and smiled with great satisfaction: "I'm not a sacrifice now. ”

A year ago.

He was chosen by the elders of the tribe to become a "devotee".

It sounds like a good name, but it's actually a quasi-sacrifice.

Something to be offered to the tribe is nothing but life.

Blackstone didn't dare to resist.

Because the result of rebellion is death.

He didn't dare to run away.

Because there are people staring at him all day long, as long as he shows the slightest inclination, he will be beaten severely.

Since then.

Blackstone was in constant fear.

Until half a month ago.

He finally received a message - for the next sacrificial ceremony, you will contribute to the tribe.

Blackstone suddenly fell into deep despair.

However.

It was on the eve of the festival.

His fortunes took an unexpected turn.

"Boom!"

After a loud bang.

A huge thorn, more than two hundred meters long, emerged from the ground and easily destroyed the tribe.

Taking advantage of the chaos, Blackstone decisively fled the tribe.

He wandered for three days, accidentally encountered a spirit bird, was guided to Dawning City, participated in the refuge ceremony, and officially became a member of the tribe.

As a result of his extraordinarily positive behavior, he was the first to come forward and smear his blood, and he was assigned a small room where he did not have to crowd the dormitory with the others.

At this time.

Blackstone reached out and picked up the dagger resting at the head of the bed, the gift of the totem pole.

He stroked it a few times and muttered, "The person who destroyed my original tribe should be the Great Elder, right?" ”

Although a long time had passed, he still had a trembling feeling just thinking of the giant pillar of thorns that seemed to rise into the sky.

Although it had only been two days since he joined the tribe, Heishi already had a thunderous feeling for the Great Elder.

Mysterious!

Powerful!

Wise!

That's what Blackstone is all about.

After a simple breakfast.

He arrived at Plantation 3 and received a large pruning knife from the tool room to officially prune the extra branches of the green sheep wood.

The purpose of pruning is to ensure that the fruit produced by the green sheep tree receives enough nutrients.

The cut branches can be used as fuel, or fermented as fertilizer, in short, there are many uses.

Heishi stood under a tree, looked up at the canopy, and sighed in a low voice: "The green sheep tree can actually produce such a big green sheep fruit!" ”

Normally.

At most, the fruit is the size of a fist, and not only is the skin very hard, but the flesh is also sour and astringent, and only some animals will eat it.

But the green sheep tree he saw only had six green sheep fruits hanging on it, and the size of each one reached an astonishing two meters.

It's too much of an exaggeration!

Blackstone shook his head and muttered, "Everything is so strange here. ”

Tribes do not need living sacrifices;

Totem poles can actually grow knives;

Qingyang wood is obviously useless, but the tribe cultivates it on a large scale;

The plantation didn't even have a steward, even if he was lying down and sleeping, no one cared about it, unlike the original tribe, and the steward couldn't wait to follow his ass.

This strange incident is really incomprehensible.

Blackstone bent his legs slightly and kicked the ground hard.

"Bang!"

There was a muffled sound.

Blackstone easily jumped more than three meters high and rode on a branch.

The joints of the legs of the Qingyang people, contrary to those of humans, have spring-like structures on the feet.

This gives them a strong bouncing power.

Ordinary adult green sheep people can jump up to four to five meters.

The more powerful Qingyang fighters, it is not difficult to jump thirty meters at all.

"Click! Click! ”

With the sound of scissors.

Extra branches fell from the canopy to the ground.

It's his job.

It's simple, though.

But very fulfilling.

So Blackstone is very motivated.

Half a day later.

It's time for lunch.

Lunch is provided at the plantation.

Although the taste is average, the amount is large and filling.

More than a dozen workers chatted quietly while eating.

An old worker suddenly said: "I found that several people were lazy in the morning, and I advise you to work hard." ”

Several workers looked puzzled.

"Why?"

"There's no steward staring at it, what's wrong with taking a break?"

The veteran worker smiled: "Who said there is no management?" ”

He immediately asked, "Hehe, how did you all end up in Dawning City?" ”

"I'm following a bird."

"There are spirit birds to lead the way."

The veteran worker laughed: "Then when you were working, didn't you notice that the spirit birds flew from the sky from time to time?" ”

Heishi was like an initiation, and he instantly understood: "I understand, the spirit birds are in charge, and they are watching us work." ”

"Smack!"

The veteran worker slapped his face hard and praised: "Clever! ”

He then said, "The spirit bird will observe your behavior and then report back to you. ”

Several workers who were lazy suddenly looked bad.

Blackstone was secretly glad that he was not lazy and had been working hard.

The veteran worker added: "If you work on the plantation for one day, you can get 10 points, and if there is any negative slacking behavior, the points will be deducted."

"If you work hard, there will be additional rewards for your work, anyway, you will get more for more work, and you will get less for less work."

Blackstone couldn't help but nodded: "That's fair. ”

He liked it a lot.

The veteran worker stretched out his hand to the sky and said leisurely: "I have heard a sentence that the large number of spirit birds in Dawning City are the eyes and ears of the Great Elder, and the Great Elder actually knows everything.

Between words.

There happened to be a spirit bird, passing through the sky.

Heishi subconsciously glanced at it, full of awe.

There are hundreds of thousands of people in the tribe, and the Great Elder really knows everything?

That's amazing, isn't it?

On the other hand.

This unheard of way of "supervising the tribe with a flock of birds" really amazed him.

Heishi asked a question at the right time: "What is in these big green sheep fruits?" ”

The eyes of the other workers were all locked on the veteran worker, waiting for his answer.

The veteran worker shook his head and replied, "I don't know." ”

He then revealed a piece of gossip: "The chief priests of the tribe said that the big green sheep fruit contains the future of the tribe. ”

This sentence made a group of people more curious.

Heishi blinked his eyes and asked, "Is this also the creation of the Great Elder?" ”

The veteran worker nodded, "Except for Dawn City, other tribes don't have this thing, of course this is the creation of the Great Elder." ”

Heishi looked fascinated: "The things in the fruit must be very powerful." ”

The others nodded.

*

Three days later.

The size of the green sheep fruit swelled at an astonishing speed.

Blackstone finally saw what the future would look like.

Because the presiding priest gave an order for the plantation to pick the green sheep fruit.

That day.

At least thirty spirit birds came to the plantation, flying around in the sky.

This scene alone.

This shows the importance of the Great Elders.

The way to pick is simple.

Using vines to turn into nets, several people pull the site under the tree.

The workers then jumped onto the tree and used knives to cut off the handles of the fruit.

After a busy day for a long time, the picking is finished.

It was afternoon.

The chief priest organized a group of people and began to process the green sheep fruit.

Peel off the hard skin, and carefully peel off the white flesh, revealing a piece of metal.

It looks like a black metal tube, with a natural strange texture on the surface.

The end of the tube, with a wooden handle, is just enough for the hand to hold.

Blackstone looked confused.

Could it be that the future of the Dawning Tribe is these metal pipes?

Isn't that a bit of?

A minute later.

Blackstone's cognition has been subverted again.

The priest himself picks up a tube, opens a mechanism at the end, and stuffs a small gray ball into it.

He lifted the pipe and aimed it at a large rock dozens of meters away.

"Smack!"

The priest pulled a small mechanism.

The next moment.

Something shocking happened.

"Bang!"

Just hear a pop.

The stone exploded.

Blackstone's eyes were about to fall off.

Fools can see that this should be a weapon.

The most unbelievable thing is that this is actually a weapon growing out of a tree.

Blackstone looked at the torn stone, and then at the main priest, and his heart suddenly became excited.

He suddenly realized that the main priest was not using the Totem Shadow.

In other words, any ordinary Qingyang person can use this weapon.

And it's powerful enough to kill a Green Sheep Fighter.

The reason is simple.

Is the body of a fighter as hard as a stone?

Of course not!

So.

This means a very scary thing - ordinary people with this weapon can kill the Green Sheep Fighter.

When Heishi realized this, he couldn't help but exclaim, "Oh my mother! ”

Only then did he believe that he did see the future.

*

Afar.

With the help of the spirit bird's perspective, Cheng Han saw the demonstration of the new weapon as it was.

He smiled with satisfaction: "Not bad! The power of the magic weapon is slightly stronger than I expected. ”

The so-called "magic weapon" is the new weapon he created, that is, the weapon that grows from the green sheep fruit.

Beforehand.

He discovered that the soil in this realm was unusually rich in iron, as well as other metallic elements.

And the green sheep tree that is everywhere can absorb metals in the soil.

Cheng Han naturally had an idea - can he use this characteristic to make weapons grow from trees?

The answer is – yes.

The dagger is the best evidence.

And then.

Cheng Han began to think about another question - can the Qingyang tree grow more powerful weapons?

After many deductions, combined with the special situation of this realm, and referring to firearms from another time and space, he researched a new type of weapon.

Namely—the magic bolt.

The transformed Qingyang Tree absorbs metal elements and "grows" magic guns in the fruit.

And using the power of the world, he imprinted a magic circle on the surface of the magic gun.

And then.

Another blade tree, using the power of the world, "grows" a "bullet" in the fruit.

This is also known as the "magic pill".

The magic pill contains a trace of extraordinary power, which can be completely activated by the magic pill.

When the pill is thrown out at high speed, it can easily shatter stones.

Cheng Han stared at the picture and said with a smile: "The magic gun is the future I planned for the Qingyang clan, and it is also the change that has swept this world. ”

In the near future.

Groups of Qingyang warriors will hold magic guns in their hands to face the catastrophic insect swarm that fell from the sky.

Cheng Han looked at the sky and snorted again: "The real treasure of this world, no one has discovered it for so many years.

"These gods of the Qingyang clan are really a bunch of useless waste."

(End of chapter)