This abrupt feedback made Bladetooth realize that the 'electronic fluctuation' seemed to have a direct connection with light.

As a result, he reimagined his meditation time and environment.

In terms of time, of course, it was set on a daylight with plenty of daylight; Environmentally, the new treehouse's open-top meditation room is just the right fit.

In order to coordinate, the daily closed-door meeting was also adjusted to be scheduled for 12 p.m. after the sun had set.

Because the research carried out by Bladetooth is equivalent to opening the way for all the witch doctors, the rest of the members are very supportive.

In the following days, at least 15 lamp-hours of meditation were guaranteed during the day, and the remaining 9 lamps were filled with tribal affairs that were inconvenient to adjust to the night;

At night, in the first half of the night, he dealt with council affairs, exchanged spells with the witch doctors, communicated with his wife at midnight, and did not sleep until the second half of the night.

Thanks to the fact that there are 48 hours a day here, otherwise no matter how good the time management master is, he may not be able to play this set of operations.

The hard work paid off, and after such a bullish life lasted for more than half a month, the research has made significant progress.

First of all, the diamond-shaped area on the chest is actually fixed, and there is no longer a need for time-consuming meditation to maintain it;

Secondly, under the premise that the frequency of 'electronic fluctuation' does not decrease, the 'heat' spilled in the region is significantly reduced, and the efficiency of the 'energy conversion' activity is obviously improved.

Bladetooth guessed that perhaps it was the energy enrichment that the body automatically improved the 'energy conversion' function of these cells.

In addition, during this time, he paid attention to the macro changes in his body every day, carefully observing whether there were adverse reactions such as aging and weakness.

Maybe it's too short? Maybe Ben wouldn't exist?

In short, everything is normal with the physical feedback, he can run, he can jump, and he is as brave as ever at Midnight.

In this case, the blade decided to add another diamond-shaped area to become a 'testing ground'.

As for which part to put this time, he decided to ask Mia's opinion, because his wife seemed to be very fascinated by the diamond shape on her chest.

It was the middle of the night again, and Bladetooth consulted about the location of the 'proving ground', and the results were not unexpected, and Miya was willing to give instructions.

Blade Tooth gladly accepted this.

After enjoying some 'early consumption', the two trolls who had finished their health exercise fell into a deep sleep.

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As Bladefang continued to study further, a special group of 'visitors' caught the attention of the tribesmen.

It was a small pack of wind wolves, and they didn't patrol the tribe all day.

Due to the degree of overlap in the ecological niche, wind wolves have traditionally actively moved away from the troll community.

And now this abnormal situation made the tribe very nervous for a while, for fear that some unknown anomaly appeared in the depths of the Black Forest.

Sitting still is no such thing as a savage troll, and the tribe has dispatched several teams of off-duty warriors who are being trained to drive them away.

However, the news that came after that didn't seem so bad.

The pack consisted of only six members, each emaciated to a certain extent, and the scars on their bodies all seemed to come from their own kind.

Under the protection of the warriors, the Chinese witch doctor approached and observed:

This is the prototype of a new wolf pack consisting of two sub-adult male wolves who have failed to compete for mating rights, plus four rebellious young female wolves 'Leavers'.

They seem to lack niche experience, and after noticing the lack of medium and large high-ranking competitors around their tribes, they consider this a 'safe' area and are ready to build their own new nests.

With this result, the Chinese witch doctor Fangs did not choose to expel them, but instead started the idea of 'raising'.

However, he knows that wolves are fierce creatures, and if they are captured and domesticated by force, they are likely to get only corpses.

So, the Chinese witch doctor thought of another way.

Nowadays, the tribe's food reserves are quite full, and the hunters only need to have a 'big hunt' every few days, or even longer.

However, in order to achieve this, the Chinese witch doctor decided to change this model slightly.

With the approval of the council, he organized a group of hunters and began to hunt as he had done in the usual daily hunting pattern.

It's just that the scale is much smaller, and there are only ten members of the hunting team.

Every time they hit their prey, they will blatantly throw some of it to the wolves.

For the first time, the food dumping point was still not a short distance from the tribe, and the wolves only took it for nothing, and simply picked it up;

The second time, the feeding point moved forward slightly, but it was still quite far away from the tribe, and the wolves still did not hesitate to pick it up;

After repeated feeding in these two locations, so that the wolves almost developed the fun of 'white prostitution', the Chinese witch doctor moved the feeding point forward a large span and came to an area with obvious traces of tribal activities.

This time, the wind wolves were a lot more careful, they kept sniffing the residual smell in the air, three steps forward and two steps back, and after a long period of entanglement, they carefully took the prey.

This was followed by several more adaptive feedings, until the wolves had fully adapted to the smell of trolls in the air, and then moved closer to the feeding point.

In this way, after several months of this 'tug-of-war', the feeding point gradually came to the 'door' of the tribe, and the wolves had basically adapted to the close contact with this 'harmless tribe'.

Until one day, when the hunting team set out to hunt, they found that the wolves actually took the initiative to follow them....

In this regard, the warriors were not afraid, a single troll was far stronger than a single wind wolf, not to mention that they had a total of ten hunters at this time, which was more than this group of wind wolves.

So, they let the wolves follow, wanting to see what these wind wolves, who had been eating for months, wanted to do.

The answer soon emerged, and the head of the wolf circled to the front of the hunting party, constantly trying to say something by walking and stopping.

"It seems like it's telling us to keep up?" The team member whispered in confusion.

"Okay, let's go along and have a look, and be careful with me." After thinking for a moment, the captain of the hunting party gave such an order.

"Understood."

The strange procession, which also seemed eerie in the daylight, made its way through the Black Forest, gradually deviated from their usual path.

After more than a dozen hours of light like this, the 'leading wolf' in front of him finally slowed down.

The first wolf lowered its body and groped forward with a slow pace, and the rest of the wolves scattered around also fanned forward at this time, faintly showing an 'ambush' posture.

The captain just signaled the team members to stop, ready to see the situation, but he didn't want the wolf to immediately look back, as if he was silently urging them to hurry up.

The captain still asked the rest of the team to stop, and he quietly followed, intending to investigate the situation first.

He bent down, unloaded the steel and wood spear from his back, and clenched his grip, keeping a posture that he could throw at any moment, and slowly touched the left side of the wolf.

Seeing that the wolves were not unusual, he distracted some of his attention and looked ahead.

Although the deep forest was dim, he still saw something.

It was a group of animals he had never seen before, faintly brown in the dark;

Looking at the outline, the head is large, the neck is thick, the body is strong, the length is about 4 meters, and the shoulder height is about the same as that of a troll in the prime of life;

Several of them seem to be holding a pair of large horns that spread diagonally backwards, which are extremely majestic.

Seeing this strange animal community, which was composed of about 3 or 40 units, the eyes of the hunting captain gradually lit up.

He unconsciously stretched out his hand and rubbed the wolf, its fur in the feeding environment was unusually smooth and supple, and the feel was quite perfect.

The head wolf didn't make a drastic move, but just avoided it with some disgust.

It stared at the shadowy community in the distance, with a slight expectation;

There was a low shudder in his throat, as if to express his urging again.

The captain took the initiative to figure out the mentality of the wolf, and felt that it seemed to be speaking

'Hurry up! It's the best, if we don't beat it....'