This research direction is not unimportant, and all the 'functional trees' of the tribe at this stage, including the 'refrigerator tree', the 'fruit tree', the newly developed 'steel tree', and the 'weapon tree' derived from it, can be said to be all disposable.

They have either been simply emasculated from their ability to reproduce, like the 'refrigerator tree';

Either the next generation will not inherit the abilities of its parents after being 'artificially modified', and will only become an ordinary plant.

This greatly restricts the tribe's application of the 'function tree'.

In particular, the 'fruit tree', as a food in a certain sense, is in great demand.

However, at this stage, the improved fruit tree can only be obtained through witch doctors, and the related spells are named 'Advanced Plant Transformation', which have a high threshold in terms of 'rune understanding', 'rune application', 'precision', 'self-mind hypnosis', and even 'magic', and there are not many witch doctors who can use them independently.

Therefore, there is a contradiction between the tribe's need for an increased 'function tree' and the 'high' witch doctor's need for private 'human' time.

It is in this context that the great witch doctor took the lead in gathering several new witch doctors and witch medicine practitioners who are also interested in this area, and carried out research in this area.

Let's not mention this doomed to a long research, after the basic needs in terms of weapons and food reserves have been satisfied, many things that could only be pondered in the heart of the blade teeth can be gradually taken out and talked about.

The small and broken conference room where several witch doctors were conducting their seminars was a day of gathering new and old witch doctors, as well as many more witch medicine practitioners.

"Blade Fang.... Ahem.... Gather everyone over.... There must be something wrong with that..... Let's talk about it. ”

The old witch doctor was quite old, his voice lacked breath, and every now and then he coughed like bellows.

But his eyes were extremely pleased, especially in the face of this room full of juniors, his face was uncontrollably happy, and his hands trembling on crutches seemed to have more strength.

The life of a troll can be roughly divided into three stages, which are the growth period, the prime of life, and the old age period.

Among them, the prime of life is the longest, much longer than the growth period and old age combined.

After passing the stable prime of life and entering old age, the troll's physical function will usher in a cliff-like decline.

However, this decline will not directly make the troll grow old, but will once again maintain the stability of the function within the limit when a certain threshold is reached.

The strength and duration of this tipping point depends on how much the troll overdraws his body when he is younger.

In general, the more often the regeneration of amputated limbs and the overloaded combat becomes, the lower the physical strength and shorter the stability period in old age;

As for the witch doctor, if he does not encounter a situation that requires him to spend his life to cast spells, whether it is physical strength or the duration of the stabilization period, it will generally be significantly longer.

Regardless, old trolls are still strong enough to perform labors such as fruit gathering and processing meat;

It is only when finally, when death is really approaching, that the troll's body shows signs that it cannot even sit still.

For example, the old witch doctor nowadays, even if he is simply sitting, he must use crutches to barely support himself.

This means that the final death is near, and the old witch doctor is running out of time.....

'Alas... It's inevitable that everyone will usher in this day. ’

Sighing silently, Blade Tooth didn't think much about it, and cleaned up his mood and spoke,

"After countless years of hard work, the tribe can be said to have begun to take root."

As he spoke, he saw the young trolls adoring with pride on their faces.

"Well, the progress of the tribe is obvious to all, and pride is also deserved.... However, there are already too many praises on weekdays, and today I don't want to sing praises for myself or anyone, but I want to say something that discourages me. ”

He paused slightly, giving the dazed young trolls a moment to react before continuing,

"I must remind you that our foundations are shaky and can hardly stand the test of nature."

Hearing this, the reactions of everyone present were completely different, the three veteran witch doctors were thoughtful, but the rest of the newly grown young trolls were a little unimpressed.

Of course, this kind of 'disapproval' is not out of a mind like 'my lord, times have changed', but they really trust Blade Tooth and the changes he has led.

Those countless achievements made these juniors firmly believe that under the leadership of Blade Fang, the tribe could not be destroyed by any force.

"Collect your thoughts, and listen to me tell a story first."

Bladetooth glanced at it and spoke again,

"A long, long time ago, until the old witch doctor was a child, the Tooth Tribe didn't actually live in the land it is now."

"Deep in the Black Forest, quite far from what is now the tribe, there is a much richer land."

"There, an ancient tribe has grown over the years to become a huge force with thousands of warriors in the prime of life.... Thousands of troll warriors in the prime of life, do you know what power this is? Old Witch Doctor, do you remember that tribe? ”

"Hmm... Remember... When I was a kid.... A hunting party... There was a conflict with us, and several soldiers died. ”

Blade Fang looked at the hard work of the old witch doctor's words, and couldn't bear to take over the conversation again,

"Well, you told me before that the hunting party escaped a few members, and later led two hundred heavily armed warriors to retaliate, hunting the hunting party and snatching the prey, and finally forcing us to move to this corner."

"That's right... They.. It's too powerful. ”

"Well, you see, what does it mean that so many soldiers can be fed without a refrigerator tree, and two hundred stalwarts can be sent out to nuisance the outside? Who can tell? ”

"This suggests that they may have mastered a far more efficient way of obtaining food than hunting." A young witch medicine practitioner responded.

"You're right, you've already seen the impact of a change in the way you get food."

"The same is true for other tribes, looking at their attitude towards the dead and wounded, and how they deal with them afterwards."

"Whether it is the speed of retaliation, or the ruthlessness and precision of the means, it proves that they have indeed escaped from 'barbarism' to a certain extent and entered a certain stage of 'civilization'."

"Such a tribe should definitely not be underestimated, even if they have not formed a systematic spellcaster power, but who knows how many witch doctors they rely on magic crystals to cast spells? Even the will and number of warriors alone are enough to destroy us now. ”

"But.... It's such a behemoth, but it was swept away almost overnight. ”

"Between the ruins, there are blood-stained footprints of demonic beasts, scattered fragments of the remains of trolls... A tribe with thousands of warriors, just disappeared. ”

Blade Fang looked around at the hesitant looks on the young faces of the people, and said in a solemn tone,

"And this is the eternal threat from the Black Forest—the beast tide."

"Legend has it that when a tribe grows enough to affect the balance of nature, retribution from the will of the Black Forest strikes and sweeps away the greedy nature takers."

"Now tell me, when faced with a beast tide composed of hundreds, or even thousands of demonic beasts of various levels, can we resist it? In the face of the charge of thousands of warriors, can we resist? ”

The young people are tempted to say 'yes', but since they are sitting here, it means that they are not reckless.

At this moment, no one can give such an obviously incomprehensible answer.

"Okay, what are you scaring them for, tell me what you think." The great witch doctor, who had seen a lot of wind and waves, just smiled, stroked his beard and spoke.

He felt that legends and beast tides should be treated separately, and legends were too ethereal to be imagined.

As for the beast tide, there is no need to worry too much, there are not enough demonic beasts to form a beast tide in this horn, and you only need to worry about it when the legend is true.

However, even if the legend is true, the size of the tribe today is not eligible for 'natural revenge'.

Therefore, it is completely unnecessary to worry too much about these problems now.

Of course, since the Great Witch Doctor waited until now to interject, it also explained part of his attitude:

First of all, it's okay to plan ahead;

Secondly, these little guys are indeed a little floating.