Finally, it was almost time to reach the part of the space where the demon core was kept, and Bladetooth was full of joy waiting for the old witch doctor's explanation.

The old witch doctor seemed to feel the anticipation of the blade teeth, he sighed imperceptibly, and said slowly,

"Strength, danger .... But it works; I don't want to pass it on, but I want to pass it on. ”

Bladefang wondered, what a wonderful power 'magic' was, how could there be trolls who didn't want to pass it on?

"Yesterday, 'price,' remember?"

Bladefang nodded to show that he hadn't forgotten, he remembered that the witch doctor seemed a little tired after sending out the 'crescent' yesterday.

"The price is not just 'tired'."

As if intentionally coming this way, the old troll took out a few 'books' from the shelf in front of him, sat cross-legged on the ground, and motioned for Blade Fang to come closer and sit down, before carefully opening one of them.

On the first page, a middle-aged troll with knotted muscles and knee-length arms is bowed over (as is the natural way trolls stand).

On the second page, with the simplest strokes possible, a record of growth from a troll baby, calf height, thigh height, lower abdomen height, chest height, and shoulder height is drawn.

On the third page, it's a 6 by 12 dot plot.

On the fourth page, a mound of earth is abruptly drawn.

"Understood?"

Blade Tooth shook his head when he heard this, the first and second pages were easy to say separately, but the third and fourth pages were completely incomprehensible. However, if the four pages of the picture are connected together, he has a vague idea, but he can't grasp it for a while.

"Warrior, big wounded, no, long life. Got it? ”

The old troll pointed to the 'growth trajectory' on the second page, then to the dot plot on the third page and the mound on the fourth page.

Blade Fang thought about it for a while, and finally roughly understood what it was meant.

To put it simply, the theoretical lifespan of a troll warrior without illness or disaster is equivalent to 12 times the time it takes a baby to grow to the prime of life.

"Understood."

Seeing that he understood, the old witch doctor flipped to the fifth page, where there was an obvious image of a troll witch doctor.

Then there is the sixth and last page of the whole 'book', which is recorded 6 times 14 in a dot matrix, and a mound of earth that looks like the fourth page is squeezed in the corner.

Obviously, this is a reference to the growth and death of the witch doctor.

"Witch doctor, life, longer."

He pointed to the two rows on the dot matrix that were more numerous than the warriors, and said.

Bladefang understood quickly, and understood that it meant the lifespan of the witch doctor, and that it took two more times for the troll doll to grow into a warrior than the warrior.

"Well, you're smarter, faster than me."

As if surprised by the speed of Blade Fang's comprehension, the old witch doctor praised it rather happily.

Blade Tooth was a little embarrassed, he felt that he was not smarter than the old witch doctor in front of him, and he understood quickly, but he had seen more things in his previous life, and his corresponding associative ability was stronger. I wanted to be polite, but after thinking about it for a long time, I couldn't find a relevant expression in the troll language, so I had to lick my face and respond.

"Qualification, few, but there; Longevity, tribes, witch doctors should be more, but no more. Think about it, understand? ”

The old witch doctor asked, and without waiting for the blade to give an answer, he replied to himself,

"Death, the price, turn into dirt, and the wind blows away."

The old witch doctor made it clear that the qualifications of witch doctors are indeed rare, but there will always be one or two in two or three batches of baby boomers; And the witch doctors live longer, and it stands to reason that the tribe shouldn't have only three witch doctors now.

So, what about the rest of the witch doctors? Look at what he meant, it seems that to pay the price, it has become sand and is blown by the wind.....

After understanding what the old witch doctor had expressed, Blade Tooth shuddered, and his heart, which had been burning since yesterday, also cooled down.

After seeing his reaction, the old witch doctor nodded with satisfaction, no longer scaring the child, but instead telling more systematically.

In short, the witch doctors rank known cores according to the cost of use, and this price is lifespan, or life force.

At the lower level, although it is clear that it will definitely cost life, it is relatively slight compared to the life force of the troll, and there will be no clear feedback, so it can only be distinguished by 'a little tired, tired, very tired';

In the intermediate level, the price after use is enough to get feedback on the spot, according to the changes in face and posture, it can be roughly divided into three categories: 'a little older, a lot older, and too old';

When you reach the advanced level, the price is already very heavy, and in general, you can divide it into three levels: 'you can still live for a while, you are about to die, and you will die immediately'.

Moreover, after using the high-level demon core, especially the power of the lower two levels, if the initiator is not young enough, it is likely to lead to a situation where the vitality is not enough to make up the cost, and thus die in vain. In that case, since the Demon Core cannot retain its strength, if you don't want the former to die in vain, you need to have a latecomer take over in a fairly short period of time (a few breaths) to continue to make up the cost and launch an attack.

Hearing these things, the blade teeth felt a chill again, and his heart shouted, 'Magic shouldn't be like this', but his curiosity made him can't stop asking how to use his power.

"Strength, feeling, entering the crystal, attacking; Warriors, no; Witch doctor, yes. ”

The old witch doctor took an eyeball-sized hedron from his waist and handed it to Bladetooth for him to try to feel it.

After that, Blade Tooth closed his eyes and muttered for a while, trying to experience the so-called 'feeling' of the old witch doctor.

For a while, nothing happened.

He looked at the old witch doctor with some apprehension, wondering if he only had an increase in memory, but in fact he didn't have any 'witch doctor talent'.

However, the old witch doctor's obvious expression of 'this should be the case' made him breathe a sigh of relief and turned to speak.

"Feeling, no."

The old witch doctor nodded and replied,

"Talent is not enough, wait for great."

"How long?"

"I, baby, warrior."

At this, the old witch doctor gestured his fingers, indicating that he had waited twice for the time he had gone from baby to warrior.

"You, talented, short."

After that, he first put away one of the fingers, thought about it, and felt that it was not accurate, so he reverted to two fingers. Only this time, he used his other hand to cover the top half of one of his fingers, and then he nodded in satisfaction, indicating that it was probably that long.

"Ahh This..."

Blade Fang was a little dumbfounded, even if his concept of time span was already very vague at this time, but just looking at his own feelings, he could understand that the old witch doctor was comparing a period of time.

Analogous to the previous life, from the memory to the so-called 'thigh height' today, there have been at least three or four years, right? And that's only one-fifth or even one-sixth of the time it takes for a troll to grow into a qualified warrior, and perhaps even longer, to be more precise......

What's more, you may have to multiply 1.5 after this....

God, you can't wait forty or fifty years?

It seemed that he saw the surprise of the blade teeth, and the old witch doctor also sighed, and explained helplessly,

"Warriors, exercise, strength; Witch doctors, who don't know how to exercise, can only wait. ”

He paused, looked around at the 'bookshelves' around him, and continued,

"Wait, it's not enough, you have to learn. Inheritance is more important than strength. ”

After receiving a nod from Bladefang, the old witch doctor ended his broad introduction and began the formal teaching.

And just like that, the days of learning officially began.

Usually, the little troll at his stage will already be asked to do some auxiliary work that can be done in the tribe, such as going to work for the troll warriors who are responsible for handling food, fur, etc. But since the day Bladefang became a witch doctor, these things of the tribe no longer require him to be involved.

This is to give the Witch Medicine Practitioners more time to accept the legacy, and Bladefang does exactly that, and intends to do it even better.

He decided to improve the tribe's recording tools first, the bark or something was obviously not very reliable....