Soon after, the day of testing came.

The test method is not complicated, all three witch doctors of the tribe have taken the bark 'textbook' that can turn the pages. After grouping, in front of each child, turn the page at a speed that is not slow, but enough to see what is depicted on the page.

After that, let the children write as much as possible to reproduce the content of the 'textbook'.

What is shown in the 'textbook' is a pattern that is as regular as possible. The witch doctors are also very impartial, and the children are seeing these patterns for the first time, and there is no possibility of remembering them beforehand.

The little pot friends of the little troll group were almost completed at the same time as the other two groups of friends. But he didn't start reproducing what he saw at the first time, like other little pot friends, but closed his eyes a little stunned.

'Am I so gifted?' ’

Looking back at the basically clear content in his mind, the little troll was a little surprised. He had never experienced the taste of 'Xueba', but he immediately became happy again.

Perhaps, the superposition of the spiritual power of the two worlds will affect memory? ’

Although I have never heard of the so-called 'spiritual power' in my life, who let me read a lot of idle books in my previous life?

So, the little troll casually set a concept that didn't know whether it was true or false, and enjoyed the taste of 'never forgetting' with peace of mind.

Of course, as far as the final result is concerned, there is still a certain gap between him and the real 'unforgettable'. When forked, there were a lot of differences in details. Despite this, it still startled the old man of the witch doctor, and the three of them came over to make up a series of tests to confirm the authenticity.

Eventually, they cheered, ranking the little troll as the most gifted witch medicine cultist of all time.

emm.... Although, strictly speaking, they do not have the concept of 'history'.

In addition, he was the only one in this batch of 'thigh-tall' little trolls who passed the test and became a 'witch medicine apprentice'. The other children's test results were mediocre and empirically unfit to become witch doctors.

Although it is not yet clear whether the witch doctor is really capable of it, the little troll is still very happy. I have been a human being for two lives, and finally I have a 'benign special'.....

'This feels awesome...'

Thinking so, after accepting the new name according to tradition, the little troll... No, it's time to call him 'Blade Fang' from now on.

So, Bladefang followed the witch doctors away. From today, he will begin his studies as a 'witch doctor'.

"Don't 'from now on', when my words work, I will definitely change this broken name....'

Bladetooth complained about the new name in his mind as he made up his mind something else.

"I can't say that I started studying witch doctors, so I put down my physical exercise..."

On the one hand, it is the psychological shadow caused by sudden death in a previous life; On the other hand, it is also because I don't trust the methods of witch doctors very much.

This distrust was broken in a very quick time, and the slightly younger of the three witch doctors staged a scene that made his three views explode later.

After leaving the testing site, the witch doctors led the fangs to a nondescript courtyard in the heart of the 'kindergarten'. After asking him to wait, one of them took out an irregular crystal from the room.

"Blade Tooth, know, witch doctor power."

With that, the witch doctor raised the crystal in his hand, only closing his eyes slightly, and a crescent-shaped blade visible to the naked eye formed in front of his hand and launched it at a rapid speed.

I only heard the sound of 'boom', and then I saw that the solid ground in front of me was trampled on, and a rather deep cut appeared.

"This...."

Bladetooth was dumbfounded, and although he had been prepared for the nature of this world, he still felt incredible when this fantasy scene actually appeared in front of him.

"See? The witch doctor is knowledge and power. Stronger, see later. But.... Stronger, more expensive. ”

The witch doctor who sent out the 'crescent moon' gasped a little when he spoke, and Blade Fang sensitively felt the decline of his 'spirit'.

As he was only 'insight', the initial lecture was over, and the witch doctors sent him back to pack his things and wait until he moved in tomorrow before starting his formal studies.

Blade Fang, who didn't understand what the so-called 'price' was, left happily, and packed up the same day, and moved into the witch doctor's hospital overnight.

'Magic! I'm going to learn magic! ’

For a whole night, he was immersed in fantasies about the future, such as what space moves and jumps his face + time stops hard control + seventeen or eight attack magic, which naturally makes him insomnia.

On a new day, just a little sluggish, Blade Tooth waited at the door of the old witch doctor early in the morning, looking like he wanted to knock on the door but was a little hesitant. Fortunately, he didn't have to wait long, and the three witch doctors came out of their respective houses, and after greeting each other, the eldest was in charge of teaching him, and the younger two went out with their bodies on their backs. With such a large tribe and just three witch doctors in total, there is always something to do.

The old witch doctor led the fangs to another large storehouse-like room in the courtyard. When the door opened, wooden frames stretched in, and the old witch doctor introduced him in rows.

Among them, there is the kind of bark 'book' that I have seen before. These things themselves are not fine, limited to the processing conditions, each 'page' is quite thick, plus there is no text, the whole text is composed of pictures, and there are not too many things that can be recorded in each 'book'.

As a result, these 'books' alone occupy most of the 'treasury'.

"Bark, knowledge, monsters, cores; herbs, efficacy; Traps, prey. But it will be broken and will be rewritten; Record, do not understand, the witch doctor said. ”

Blade nodded in understanding, and if there was no annotation of the accompanying text, it would be impossible to say that the hand-drawn things would be unrecognizable in the next generation.

"The bark, the dampness, the insects, should be checked, and if it is broken, it should be redone. You, no, you can't wait until you've finished speaking. Later, you will also talk about it. ”

This part can also be understood, for example, the same thing, there must be a difference between the painting of the predecessors and the painting of the later generations, and when the successive generations have repaired and renovated more, the square can become round. Therefore, only on the basis of understanding what was depicted in the pen of the predecessors can we change it to something that is convenient for us to remember and understand when repairing and renovating.

This series of exchanges made Blade Tooth feel a little emotional.

In terms of the current means of transmission of the trolls, it is actually inconceivable that they can pass on knowledge in an orderly manner with an extremely underdeveloped language system and a thousand strange 'picture records'.

Among them, a considerable part of the credit is due to the developed 'brains' of the witch doctors. In a short period of contact, Bladefang clearly felt that the witch doctors were different from ordinary trolls. They are more logical and more active in thinking, but the language system restricts their play, and they only have a stupid taste when they speak.

The most obvious example of this is the previous set of tests, in which the witch doctors were able to jot down and accurately copy three times more than him in the same amount of time.

If nothing else, it may not be long before the traces of civilization begin to emerge in these witch doctors.