There is a numerical link between the amount of nutrients injected and the rate of development of the elf embryo;

In general, the greater the amount of the former, the faster the latter develops.

In that case, is it possible to achieve faster results by increasing the supply of the former without limit? Not really....

Exceeding the limit of nutrient supply will cause uncoordinated development of organs;

Some simple organs, or tissues within organs, will multiply as rapidly as cancer cells, even to the point of becoming a burden.

On the other hand, those organs or tissues that are relatively complex and need to be constantly self-adjusted to achieve the final function of the construction in the process of growth, after the nutrient provision exceeds a certain limit and reaches the limit of their own growth rate, no matter how much you supply, their speed curve will not grow again;

It may even be past a peak and then turn into a trough.

In addition, the nutrient and energy needs of different organisms and tissues in different embryonic stages actually have very different curves from each other.

For example, the optimal nutrient supply curve of wolf embryos at each stage of development is very different from that of large cat embryos.

The difference between the peaks and troughs of supply and demand of a single wolf embryo at different stages of its own development is also very different.

Therefore, every cross-category research and cross-stage research will create a new batch of victims.....

Therefore, these conclusions are accumulated bit by bit at the cost of animal carcasses that have died or been euthanized after deformity in previous experiments, and the whole project is equivalent to building on a pile of white bones.

At this time, the witch doctors are not facing a monster, but a new compatriot of the clan, and the whole debugging process is extremely cautious and conservative, for fear that they will create a tragedy because of the momentary radicalization of their own 'people'.

In the midst of this endless exploration, the elven cubs in the egg shell grew larger and larger, and after a few more years, her mental growth finally exceeded a preset threshold, and the sleeping spells imposed by the witch doctors lost their effect at this moment.

So, she opened her eyes.....

It was a pair of beautiful eyes, and the magnificent purple under the long eyelashes seemed to dazzle the witch doctors.

It's not some magic at work, it's the minds of the witch doctors who are destined not to be able to live their own creatures because of their 'sheer beauty'.

Therefore, this 'dazzle' is the taste of success and the sweetness after victory.....

Although the look in the elf's eyes is a little ignorant because of ignorance, the curiosity about the unknown contained in it is the embodiment of thinking.

They succeeded, and the witch doctors succeeded in cultivating a new evolutionary direction: an inherently powerful and intelligent elven creature was about to be born into this world for the first time through 'gestation'.

After the cheers, Nesta first calmed down and returned to reality from the excitement.

All previous observations have proved that the new life is healthy enough to act autonomously to a certain extent;

Her smooth awakening from the Sleep Spell meant that her mental development had reached the level that the witch doctors had envisioned.

That is to say, the baby.... No, it's time to call it a 'toddler'..... The toddler is already able to walk, feed on his own, and begin to learn.

"Let's break the eggs...."

"Understood."

Issa stretched out his index finger and wanted to cut the eggshell directly with the beautiful trimmed nails on it;

But after thinking about it, she took it back, picked up a scalpel from the side, and began to operate.

Under her slight force, the tip of the scalpel broke into the inside of the egg shell, and wisps of slightly viscous liquid slowly flowed out along the blade;

When one-third is cut, the lower part of the egg shell begins to tear at an accelerated rate under the action of gravity, and the buffer inside begins to flow out in large strands, and flows along the hole reserved at the bottom to other places and enter the sanitizing process.

At this point, Azhara's blade spun and cut the umbilical cord that connected the elf to the tree, and the child fell straight into the small box that had been prepared, and cried out 'Wow'.

A mouthful of viscous liquid poured out of its mouth, completing the step that should have been performed years ago.

Azara, on the other hand, carried a frame in one hand and secretly hid the scalpel in her arms with the other...

~~~~~

Normally, troll babies are born through a 'toddler period' of about three years, during which they can't do anything but cry for milk.

For trolls, this is a time of 'qualitative development';

During these three years, the internal organs, brain and other organs will gradually improve their functions, so as to prepare for the future 'quantitative change development'.

And the little guy in front of him, under the instruction of Nesta, is equivalent to completing this step before he was born.

But this comes at the cost of 'time', and the process of perfecting its organs in the egg and getting through the infancy period takes about six years.

Compared to the time consumed by ordinary troll toddlers at this stage, the elves are about twice as long.

"Is the optimal model of nutrient supply sorted out? How many years can the developmental period be compressed at this stage? ”

Taking the basket from Azhara's hand, Nesta brought the elf in front of her eyes to take a closer look, then asked casually.

"Now that it's sorted out, the next batch should be able to compress the juvenile development period to less than five years."

After returning from the mountains, he joined the research on tree embryos, and together with Nesta, Rough Fang, and the three advanced witch doctors who had participated in the early stage, left halfway, and later returned, they formed the first line of research.

At this time, he looked at the peak fluctuation tables in his hand, and after making further calculations, he continued to add,

"However, according to my preliminary estimates, it should eventually be compressed into about three years, but.... More data is needed to support this implementation, and this process can be refined in the next batch. ”

"Oh? Isn't that about the same time as a troll child? No, if it's a troll child, then it should be cultivated in this way for a shorter period of time than natural development. ”

Nesta was still a little confused, but she only figured out the difference in an instant....

Broadly speaking, it can be compared to the difference in growth rate between 'free-range chickens' and 'farmed chickens';

The data of the troll children comes from the 'free-range' state, and the data calculated for the elves and witch doctors in front of them is the data in the 'breeding' state, and there is not much comparison between the two sides.

~~~~

By the time the witch doctors were talking, the elf had stopped crying, and she was now looking curiously at everything around her with a pair of purple eyes open.

"Hey!" Nesta reached over with a finger and whispered a greeting.

The elves spend their entire infancy in eggs and never communicate with the outside world;

So, she probably didn't know what 'scared' was, so she instinctively grabbed Nesta's outstretched finger and giggled for some reason.

Watching her behave in an unfamiliar environment, Nesta sensed the limitations of this cultivation method to some extent;

When normal troll children grow up to a stage like her, they have been in contact with the outside world since they were young, so most of them go with the flow and have some cognitive ability;

They can barely speak, they know they are afraid, and they will never be what they are now.

However, there must be gains in losses, and compared with the labor liberated during this period and the reduced risk of accidents, it seems that the loss of enlightenment came later does not seem to be a great thing.

"The witch doctor... Come with me and say, Witch Doctor...."

Nesta took her into her arms, looked at the face that was many times more pleasing to the eyes than the little troll, and clumsily tried to communicate.

The elf obviously didn't understand what he was saying, but she had to sigh at the wonder of life, and she obeyed some instinct that seemed to be engraved in her genes, and began to repeat the 'witch doctor' pronunciation that Nesta emphasized.

“buyi~”

"Witch Doctor.."

“puyi~”

"The witch doctor... Witch Doctor..."

“wuyi~”

"Oh yes! Shaman! ”

"Witch Doctor~Witch Doctor~"

"Hahaha! Good! That's great! ”

"Okay~Witch Doctor~Too Good~"

The fully developed brain, driving the perfect mouthpiece, allows the little one's 'parroting tongue' to quickly approach Nesta's pronunciation in a fairly short time.

While he was still immersed in the joy of 'communicating' with the elves, the other witch doctors didn't have too obvious intimacy;

After passing the blissful stage of 'successful research', this little elf has become a 'protected object' in their eyes.

But that's all, the trolls, including the three who have completed the elven transformation of Azshara, apparently do not have any feelings for the child that are similar to Nesta's and that they think are somewhat 'weird'.

For the new life in the tribe, they only have in their hearts the obligatory 'protection concept' that arises from the continuation of the tribe, and there is no 'licking calf feeling' that is common in human society.

Therefore, their eyes were not on the little guy at this time, but rather expectantly looking at Nesta, waiting for him to make another decision.

"Your Excellency, Speaker... Do you see this next stage? ”

Seeing that he was still indulging in the incomprehensible joy, Fangs had to remind him by the side.

"Uh...."

Nesta also realized that he was 'out of place' at this time, and after a moment of loss, he made timely adjustments, transformed himself into a 'researcher mentality', and began to further observe the child in his hands.

"Excellent physique, excellent intelligence.... So, start a month-long education and see if there are any abnormalities in your daily life. ”

"A month later....?"

"If all goes well... Let's move on to the next phase in a month's time. ”

"Good!"

~~~~

In keeping with tradition, the witch doctors did not give the little one a name, and directly began the education + observation stage.

Over the course of the next month, several witch doctors took turns teaching the elf the language and bringing her to the first familiarity with the world.

In the day-to-day education, the elves can speak more and more words, know more and more things, and can already accurately express the "just needs" such as "want to eat" and "want to play" in words.

She is lively, active, and curious about the things around her;

With her senses intact and emotionally stable, she is basically a healthy, 'normal' little girl who can run and jump, and can punch and kill animals.

At this point, it is basically confirmed that there is no major problem with the 'tree embryo'....

Therefore, Nesta did not delay any longer, and immediately gave the order to start the next phase of the experiment.

The germ cells of the Honourers, including witch doctors and sergeants, are activated from dormancy, and genes from females and males begin to merge freely on the principle of 'randomness';

On the giant tree that had long been emptied of the embryos of the Demon Beasts, a whole thousand fertilized eggs had successfully 'sat on the bed' at this time, and began the initial process of their development.

And the female elf who had been born was inserted into an ordinary school for a period of time, after basically mastering the language ability, and began her own learning career with other little trolls of the same stage.

Her appearance is very different from that of other trolls, and although it has caused some trouble, under the supervision of the lecturer and the fact that the troll children do not have a tradition of 'suppressing dissent', it did not cause much problem in the end.

Moreover, the appearance changes of the three advanced witch doctors such as Aishara were placed there vividly;

As a result, the trolls have formed a similar concept: 'This is what a strong man should be', so in their eyes when they look at the elves, there is still a lot of goodwill and envy.

~~~~

Time passed little by little, and the new embryo continued to develop without much surprise, supported by the data accumulated in the early stage.

But the task of the witch doctors here did not diminish but added one more - to comprehensively record all the changes in the development of the embryo.

This was Nesta himself, and he needed to know as much as he could about the changes that took place in the period from the fertilized egg to the infancy to the adolescence.

The aim is to find a bridge between 'natural development and transformation' and 'intervention by magic, etc.', and to combine the two as much as possible.

As for the reason....

In fact, it is easy to understand that Tooth has more than 30,000 trolls;

In addition, in the Black Forest, there are also six such tribes of trolls, which will inevitably be annexed in the future.

The vast majority of these trolls have at least more than two hundred years to live, and the 'population sublimation' naturally has to take them into account.

Or else? Just one by one to increase the number of newborn elves, and then just watch the old trolls grow old and die little by little, and finally complete the replacement of elves for trolls?

It is indeed possible to do so.... But even if we don't take into account the social problems that will inevitably arise from this, the choice itself is too cruel in Nesta's view.

Therefore, he wanted to find a simpler 'non-embryonic' transformation plan as much as possible, instead of the previous extremely difficult and dispensable 'witch doctor advancement' path.

~~~~

During this period, a witch doctor proposed to 'completely interrupt natural fertility', saying that all female eggs and some of the male's sperm should be collected regularly for dormancy, so as to lay the foundation for subsequent 'fertility increase'.

Such a proposal has even entered the formal discussion stage..... It was carefully analyzed by the witch doctors.

During the discussion, the witch doctors summarized the pros and cons of this scheme.

First of all, it does have the effect of 'increasing reserves';

Secondly, it can 'artificially' cut off the rate at which trolls increase, thereby accelerating the process of 'elves replacing trolls'.

Thirdly, the basic development of 'ovulation drugs' and 'preservation methods' has been completed, and their results have matured, and although the 'sperm retrieval methods' are somewhat unsightly, the trolls do not care about this..... The combination of the two is sufficient to meet the actual needs of the moment, so the implementation means of the plan itself are feasible and convenient.

Again, the troll females themselves are not strong enough to give birth, they actually prefer to be like the males, who can live a free life and not be 'locked' in the department because they are pregnant.

Finally, this solution may alleviate the social conflicts that may arise in the future between the new elves and the old trolls;

If the witch doctors can't find a suitable 'bridge' to make it easier for the latter to evolve to the former.....

It seems that there is no way to completely avoid this kind of contradiction, and the depth of the divisions and scars it has caused to society depends entirely on administrative means to alleviate and adjust.

The option in question may be another form of 'mitigation' in addition to administrative means.

Because of these advantages, there are many witch doctors who prefer to 'recognize'.....

But Nesta herself felt entangled and scrupled on this issue.....

First of all, it is to alleviate the 'social contradictions';

This may seem like a feasible solution, but it is a stable expectation of a stable future by 'castrating population growth in the short to medium term';

That is, while 'controlling this end', 'grow the other end' as much as possible.

It's a difficult choice, at least in Nesta's opinion....

It is expected that the contribution of tree embryos to 'population growth' will reach the level of '1,000 school-age elves born every 10 years' from the third batch.

If the level of erosion of the cave wolves increases again, or if new 'mother tree batteries' are captured, then this expectation can continue to increase significantly;

The latter, in particular, can immediately increase the spawn rate of the elves.

And what is the cycle of natural breeding of trolls?

For a female to give birth to a troll, it takes an average of six to seven years from conception to birth and through the nursing period.

Of the nearly 30,000 trolls in the tribe who are in their reproductive years, about 18,000 are females at this time.....

If... Just if, if even a third of these females were pregnant, it would be possible to contribute more than 6,000 school-age troll teenagers in seven years at most.

Of course, the actual probability of pregnancy is much lower than this, and the female troll's body has a self-protective instinct to 'eat' a large number of children before they are even found to be pregnant.

This is also the main reason for the slow growth of the tribe's 'population' for a long time, and it is also one of the reasons why the tribe wants to promote 'tree cultivation'.

However, having said all this, in fact, the problem still exists;

That is, at the moment, even if the probability of pregnancy and the willingness to conceive of trolls are already quite low, the 'population contribution' of tree embryos still cannot keep up with the growth rate of natural pregnancy.

Otherwise, the trolls should have been extinct a long time ago...

Therefore, once natural breeding is completely stopped, the growth rate of the tribe's 'population' will be immediately reduced by more than two-thirds.....

Of course, this is also a disadvantage that some of the opposing witch doctors have already thought of.

The other group of witch doctors, although they also recognize this, believe that this is one of the effects that the plan aims to achieve;

Because the part that has been reduced is the 'primordial troll' who is 'doomed' to be eliminated....

In the present world, where there is no opponent on all sides, they believe that this is actually a price that can be paid compared to the 'contradictory expectations' of the future.

In the discussion of the above point, the public opinion in the parliament is justified and the mother-in-law is reasonable, and at the moment when Nesta has not expressed his opinion, although neither side can convince the other, the voices of the supporters and the sacrificials generally have the advantage.

In addition, another concern lies in the 'back road'....

Although the performance of the tree embryo so far is normal, it can even be called an 'excellent' compliment.

But in any case, this is a new thing, and there are possible uncertainties in itself, from concept to product.

Therefore, putting all the chips on it at this stage of the moment may seem like a risky gamble for a tribe.

Although the fertile period of a troll in the prime of life is quite long, the damage that this risk can cause is somewhat reduced;

It can be said that even if the failure of the plan is discovered after a hundred years, the troll tribe itself can rely on its ultra-long 'standby period', leaving some room for resistance.

But this risk is real, and if the plan fails, the loss of 'population' during the period is real.

In the reflection on the first concern, Nesta was unable to make a choice in his mind about which was better or worse, even though he was unable to make a decision in his mind until the end;

But this second scruple became the last weight, overwhelming the balance in his heart.

Thus, in a relative span of time, 'natural conception' will not, at least not be completely terminated, but will become a relatively 'free' choice....

At the very least, if a female troll is pregnant, the headquarters will neither force her to give birth nor force her to kill her.....

Although it is very reluctant, it can be regarded as a kind of compromise under helplessness....

~~~~

Northern plateau, fortress settlements.

The reclamation group composed of 500 trolls has taken deep roots here, and there are various factories in the fortress, a circle of animals, as well as standard refrigerator trees, fruit trees, steel wood trees and other Black Forest 'specialties';

Because the construction of the city has become less difficult with the support of various factories and witch doctors, the construction of this place is extremely huge, so huge that it is too exaggerated for a mere 500 inhabitants.

Because there is not so much need for construction at the moment, a lot of land is vacant in the city, and some of it is used by trolls who can't spare to grow vegetables and other crops that are not suitable for 'farm production'.

Since it was rebuilt from the original army camp, the city was located on a river when it was first built;

At this time, five keelwood bridges were built high above the water, and they were responsible for the communication between the left and right parts of the fortress.

However, since the residential areas are relatively concentrated on both sides of the river in the middle of the city, in fact, only one of the bridges has been actually used.

On the land adjacent to the bridge, on the left is a row of hydroelectric factories laid along the river.

There are many such factories in the headquarters and in various large locations, and they produce a wide variety of parts and complete industrial products day and night.

But since there is not much labor to use them, the fate of the vast majority of these products, especially the parts, is piled up in the warehouse, waiting for the day when they will be used.

Only the finished product, and a small number of the parts, are made according to the actual needs, and they are distributed to the production team that needs them, either to become new tools or to repair old ones.

Turning back to the fortress city for the time being, there was also a medium-sized city dock on the right side of the bridge, in which transport ships from the south were moored.

Leather products, textiles, and tools from the Headquarters..... From here as a starting point, it is distributed among the alliances on the plateau;

A large number of technologies that originated from the Hornhoof tribe, but were improved and increased by the Black Forest trolls, were resold here, and the production enthusiasm of the Three Alliances was almost exhausted at a lower price.

Gradually, apart from food and livestock products, the Hornhoe Tribes no longer had any 'fist goods' to earn, making the repayment of war reparations a 'business' that could last for hundreds of years.

～～～

On this day, a special sailing ship arrived in the harbor, and three witch doctors and the special guards assigned to them disembarked from it.

After the combination of the witch doctor and the guard came ashore, he greeted the members of the reclamation group on the left and right, and indifferently glanced at the horned hoofs that he occasionally came across to try his luck here, and hurried towards the lonely high platform in the northeast of the city.

It was the ancestral altar that originally belonged to the hornhoof, and now, it undoubtedly belonged 100% to the Black Forest trolls....

Not long after leaving the harbor and heading northeast along the streets of the residential area, the surrounding scenery gradually became deserted.

It used to be a bustling area in the city of New Toulon, but the old buildings have been demolished by trolls over the years, and today there is no trace of its former existence.

The three witch doctors didn't stop long, and they hurried, almost straight, towards their destination.

When they reached the bottom of the altar, several apprentices happened to come down from it, and when they saw the three witch doctors, they asked in surprise,

"Your Excellency the Witch Doctor of Inshates..... What are you doing now? ”

"Huh? Didn't the resident witch doctor inform you? Today is the day of the handover. ”

"Uh... Anesta Witch Doctor and the other two Witch Doctor Doctors haven't come down from the top altars for days, so..."

"Well... I guess I forgot, okay, you guys go get busy first, and we'll go up and hand over by ourselves. ”

With that, the female witch doctor, named Yinshates, took her two companions and the rest of the guards up the stairs.

The apprentices who remained in place looked at each other and continued to walk in the direction of the 'inner city'.

"I don't know what the temper of the new witch doctors is...."

"What else, I guess it's about the same as the Anesta witch doctor.... Stuffy. ”

"Tsk.... It's hard to deal with, I don't know when we can become witch doctors..."

This last sentence seemed to resonate with the other two apprentices, and they all sighed about the difficulty of stepping through that last step.

"Meditation Space..... Every time it feels like it's just a little bit, but that's been dragging me for more than a decade. ”

"Who's to say it isn't....."

~~~~

On the altar, the female, one of the three newcomers, began to say 'hello' loudly as she approached the top floor.

"Ane! Come out!

We're in for a shift change!

！ ”

At the top, in a simple research room set up by the witch doctors, the Witch Doctor of Ane, who was urging the famous young hornhoof to try to connect with the spirit of the ancestors, was also attracted by the greeting below.

Just hear him murmur,

"'Shift change'? It's been three years.... Time flies.... Alright, that's all for today, you go down and rest first. ”

"Yes, Your Excellency...."

The hornhoofed teenager bowed deeply, then silently withdrew.

As soon as he walked out of the house, he was confronted by three fanged brutes whom he had never seen before, and these horned hoofs hurriedly pressed some of the emotions that were somewhat revealed because they had left the room;

He hurriedly bent down, stepped aside, and said respectfully in his mouth,

"Good day, great troll from the Black Forest..."

Inshates seemed to have noticed the slight emotional outpouring of the hornhoofed planted earlier;

At this time, she looked at him with some interest for a moment, and then when the hornhoof felt panicked, she nodded kindly and said softly,

"Go and do things, leave us alone."

After that, he went into the house with two other companions.

Behind him, the bent waist of the horned hoof was unable to lift up for a long time, and drops of sweat leached out of his head, and soon wet his mane that had not yet grown....

~~~~

Inside, a tired-looking Ane stood up to greet him, greeting the three compatriots who were basically already acquainted.

"What about the other two?"

"Sense in the other two directions, and after I stop here, they should come back too."

"How? Is there any progress? Your Excellency the Speaker is looking forward to it~"

"Alas... It's still the same, the selected horned hoofs can't be connected, and our perceptual probing is useless.... After three years, the building structure has been clearly felt.... But this is what the last round of witch doctors have already done. ”

"Tsk... So you're working for nothing for another three years? ”

"Who's to say it isn't... I don't know what the problem is. ”

"Ane! How did it stop? ”

At this moment, two footsteps and a question were heard from outside the door, and it seemed that the other two witch doctors stationed here had returned.

The door was pushed open, and two tall witch doctors entered, making the room look much smaller with the presence of six witch doctors.

Everyone knew each other well, so there weren't too many politenesses mixed in, and after a simple greeting to each other, they started a discussion around the situation here.

"How many qualified people have been picked out from the hornhoof?"

"A total of three were picked out in the seven-year span, and the one that just went out was the oldest among them, and was picked out before the expeditionary force left, and the other two were still very immature.....

"None of the communications succeeded? So why don't you find a few more? ”

"The magic qualifications of the horn hoof species are not good, except for the one who can barely get into the eye, the other two are not even qualified to be called apprentices according to our standards..."

"But.... No matter how you say it, you should succeed, and you don't ask them to become witch doctors.... It's just a little bit of activating mental power, at least the one you just saw is theoretically already able to do it. ”

"Are you sure?" Hearing this, Yin Sha asked thoughtfully.

"Of course, the meditation method taught is the original from the main department, and in terms of his qualifications, six or seven years have passed, and it should not be without the slightest reaction..."

"Isn't our meditation method not applicable to the horned hoof?"

"Maybe..."

"No... Maybe he's hiding it? ”

Yin Shates remembered the look she had seen at the door earlier, it was undoubtedly a kind of hatred, such a character counted on him to cooperate?

Yin Sha shook her head, feeling that there was not much hope....

"Uh... No way? He was very respectful and very obedient. ”

"You... I guess it's a study of the lake flats, right? What did we do, and we didn't have any points in our hearts? 'Respectful' and 'obedient' are the most abnormal, right? ”

"How do he know this, he was just over a meter tall when he was caught, I've seen the materials...... But... I'm a little worried about what you said.... Is there a way? If he's really hiding it....."

"You can use some means to tempt.... If they are really concealing, then simply ask ruthlessly, anyway, after learning the meditation method, His Excellency the Speaker will not allow them to live, so we can let go of our hands and feet.... If it really doesn't work, just kill it and change it again. ”

"Killed? But in time..."

"There's no need to scruple, if it's really him, or if something goes wrong with them, then it's a waste of time to continue waiting, it's better to gamble."

After deliberating for a while, several witch doctors agreed with Yin Sha's suggestion and decided to test it first....

After that, the juvenile hornhoe species, which had previously been allowed to withdraw to rest, were recalled again;

When he entered the house, there was a faint uneasiness on his face, but he was quickly forcibly suppressed.

"Your Excellency the Six Honorable Witch Doctors, you summoned me?"

"Khatib .... Tell me the truth, are you hiding the fact that you are able to communicate with the spirits of the ancestors? ”

Hearing this, the horned hoof was shocked, and quickly began to deny it....

Taking advantage of his distraction, Yin Shasta pulled out a dagger from his back and headed straight for his target's neck.

This abrupt attack, which directly endangered his own life, made the hornhoof subconsciously start to resist.....

A simple, sclerotherapy-like effect applied to Yin Sha's neck as Yin Sha deliberately slowed down his hand, successfully fending off the dagger's attack.

"Hehe...."

At this point, Yin Sha and the other six witch doctors no longer kept their hands, and even though they relied on their physical strength to simply restrain him.

"Invaders! Don't be delusional! I won't do what you want! ”

Seeing that the truth had been exposed, this horned hoof no longer tried to hide it, and even scolded directly.

At this time, his hands and feet were firmly trapped by the vines, and the whole person was forcibly pressed to the ground, and there was no chance to resist at all, so he could only use some ferocity in his mouth.

But apparently, the witch doctors didn't take his curses to heart....

~~~

"What did the expeditionary force do? Such a guy can also be singled out? ”

"It's so hidden...."

"It shouldn't.... He wasn't such a character before, I read the materials when I changed shifts, and I didn't find anything in the past three years of contact. ”

"I heard that the most stubborn people were the shamans back then? Are you reluctant to hand over your inheritance under the threat of extermination? ”

"It's an exaggeration... But that's pretty much it, what do you think? ”

"It's a bit of a guess... Seven years ago, this guy was a kid, right? He is a little guy who has not been in contact with the tribe for seven years, where did he come from so much scheming and resoluteness? ”

"So?"

"So, I wonder if this damn 'ancestral spirit' can intervene in the shaman's mind? Let them gradually become like this? ”

Yin Sha raised her chin at the horned hoof on the ground, and said thoughtfully,

“.... It is said in the record that 'the spirits of the ancestors are a collection of wills', and it seems that it is not impossible for shamans to practice under the shadow of this 'will' all day long? ”

"So what to do... If so, it's unusually difficult to make him speak, and use extermination as a threat again? Feed! Did the little one hear that? If you refuse to cooperate, we will slaughter all your compatriots! ”

The hornhoof just sneered, and said hatefully,

"My compatriots are only the Toulon tribesmen, and as for those outside? Hehe.... It's just your slave, and I don't have any more compatriots. ”

"Slaves... This is Toulon, what does it mean? ”

"Hey, is this the time to pay attention to this kind of thing?"

"What then? He refused to cooperate, and looked at this.... It seems that it is useless to find a new one. It is strange to say that the shamans who are willing to accept them by the spirit of the ancestors, but who have grown up under the influence of the spirit of the ancestors, do not regard the other hornhoe species as their compatriots.... This setting is very wrong, is he lying to us? ”

"Let's use the torture, try it first..... In addition, grab a few little horned hooves and kill them in front of his eyes to see if they really don't care or if they don't care. ”

"Yes, by the way, notify the headquarters to see if there are more means on the side of the advanced witch doctor."

"I'll do this, by the way, does he have any relatives? The hornhoofs care a lot about the so-called blood kinship, right? Can it be used for a purpose? ”

"No, it's been killed by the expeditionary force."

"Tsk..... Okay, by the way, the other two little ones will test it too. ”

"I'll go."

After the task was assigned, the execution of the new shaman, and the rest of the tasks were carried out almost simultaneously....

~~~

There are no dungeons, and the punishment is staged outside the laboratory;

The trolls don't have a very good punishment culture, and they use a whip with left material to beat them to death, but this whipping that even a Menghan like Daba has to cry and cry in pain can't make him speak.

On the contrary, the state of life was beaten

Dying....

As a result, the witch doctors had to stop, and they had to cast a spell to heal the hateful creature they saw.

Later, the results of the other two hornhoofed trials came out, and judging by the returning witch doctor, they must have not concealed it.

Soon after, the apprentices returned from the outside world with two horn-hoofed children tied up and brought to the only shaman to threaten them.

As it turned out, this method did not seem to be of much use, and the shaman horned hoof did not show the slightest wavering as he watched his compatriots, or young people, 'fall to the ground'.

The witch doctors were quite helpless about this.....

~~~

"I remember that the upper echelons of their clan can also communicate with the ancestral spirits to some extent, right? Through that kind of 'dream learning' or something. ”

"It can be, but it's very slow.... And this is not in line with the rules set by His Excellency the Speaker, doesn't it mean that their inheritance will be completely severed? If the upper echelons of the clan have access to this knowledge, how can it be broken? ”

"It's simple, why don't you just kill them all after you get the information?"

"This is also too rude, and it may affect our policy here...."

"Report back, let the speaker make their minds."

"Agreed."

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Headquarters, Giant Tree Research Institute.

A thousand embryos are already growing, but the 'bridge' that Nesta wants is slow to see the light of day;

But the preliminary work that should be carried out must continue, and the materials collected will be used one day.

Therefore, the witch doctors are still perceiving, observing and recording each embryo in groups, so that the various data in the database are slowly becoming more and more abundant.

While they were busy, an apprentice from the communication room hurriedly ran over and reported the situation facing the witch doctors of the Northern Fortress.

"There's something evil about this thing.... Tell them not to think too much about policy and so on, and to give the highest priority to 'getting knowledge', and then to find ways to minimize the impact on the basis of ensuring this, if it really doesn't work..... Again, knowledge comes first. ”

"Understood, I will tell you what you mean."

"Okay, you've worked hard."

After the apprentice went down, Aishara paced to the side and asked,

"Ancestral spirits?"

"Yes, you can take it and see it."

After handing over the materials she had just arrived, Nesta returned to her lab and began to focus her thoughts on finding the bridge.

As for the problem of horn hoof, to be honest, he didn't care too much, and it was naturally best to get his hands on it smoothly.... But if it doesn't go well, then don't be afraid to use thunderous means.

However, at this time, Aishara thought of a 'best of both worlds' solution, which could not only save the face of the headquarters, but also give the top leaders of the three alliances a step to treat it as if nothing happened.....

So, after consulting Nesta and sending a message asking the witch doctors in the north to wait, she set off into the forest.....

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Nesta's instructions were in place, and the three new Witch Doctors, as well as the other three who were supposed to return, immediately summoned the representatives of the clans of the Three Alliances and convened an informal 'Clan Congress'.

At the meeting, the witch doctors said that the Black Forest's 50-year 'hunting festival' was coming;

In order to reflect the closeness between the Black Forest and the Alliances, and to create a richer and more harmonious social atmosphere, the Rune Council decided to grant the Alliances the grace to 'celebrate together'.

This non-existent festival will be carried out in the form of a clan hunting in the mountains.....

The top five of the 17 clans will receive huge rewards from the Rune Council;

Even for the remaining 12 clans that failed to win, the council considered that this was the first time that the clan had celebrated together, so out of care, it would also give them considerable rewards.

In addition, the Black Forest advocates bravery, and advocates that those in high positions take the lead, and if it is found that any clan has shown cowardice in the festival.... For example, if you refuse to send at least three clan leaders to participate, you will face the wrath and punishment of the council.

This inexplicable activity made the high-ranking clans feel a deep headache;

But the handle of the knife was in the hands of the trolls, and they were curious about what the so-called 'reward' was, so they began to prepare half-actively and semi-passively.

During the preparations, Azhara gathered sixty adult black blade-toothed beasts and secretly arrived in the valley beyond the mountains by boat.