Chief Wu knew that this day would come sooner or later, but when Song Zheng said these words, he still felt a little disappointed and lost when he knew that this day had actually come.
Song Zheng smiled slightly: "In our hometown, there is a saying that there is no such thing as a feast that lasts forever. In thirty years at most, the Tanlang Tribe will definitely become the Black Iron Tribe, and we can expect silver in the future."
The witch chief bowed deeply to him: "I am from the Greedy Wolf tribe. Thank you, Your Excellency."
This time, Song Zheng was watching over him, and the witch chief began to cook the spiritual food in an unfamiliar way. The whole process was not difficult, and to some extent it was not much different from when he was refining the holy medicine. However, because it was his first time, he spent more than three times.
After a while, the cooking was completed, and the stomachs of other hungry tribe members continued to growl.
After the witch chief ate the spiritual food cooked by himself, he compared it with Song Zheng's the next day, and found that there were indeed some gaps. He thought that he would be able to make up for these gaps in the future when he became more skilled.
The holy warriors have been improving rapidly recently, so they are particularly active in hunting. They also always like to challenge those powerful wild beasts that they did not dare to provoke before. They also discovered that the more powerful the wild beast, the greater the improvement after eating it.
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However, after they returned to the tribe with the prey today, they did not see Lord Song Zheng. The witch chief had been cooking alone.
Song Zheng did not leave, he still lived in the cave, but he blocked the entrance of the cave with a huge stone. This stone was so huge that no one in the Tanlang tribe could move it yet.
Song Zheng was in the cave, ready to dye the divine blood, and picked thirty-six wood thorns at the same time.
This kind of wood thorn grows in the deepest part of the dangerous dense forest. Wherever there are ninth-level desolate beasts, it is very dangerous for the Greedy Wolf Witch Chief, and it is like walking on plain ground for Song Zheng.
He has already prepared all the raw materials needed for the divine blood dye. It is of course much easier for him to collect these materials than the Greedy Wolf Witch Chief.
Before Zhou Sheng completed the deduction of the inheritance of the witch chiefs, he had already made these preparations.
In the cave, Zhou Sheng was communicating with him: "The witch chief said that you cannot become a witch chief if you become a holy warrior. He did not lie to you. In the world of holy medicine, the order is very special, and all the power of cultivation is blocked. The holy warrior
With a strong body, the witch chief uses witch power, a special mutant power of spiritual energy.
Because they are unable to practice, they can only enhance their strength through exercise. Witchcraft and physical strength cannot coexist, because this is considered a combination of witchcraft and body, which belongs to the power of practice.
These involve the rules of the holy medicine world, but it’s a pity that I can’t enter them, otherwise I can try to find a fundamental solution.”
He paused for a moment: "But these are not problems for you, because you are not a holy warrior at all. The power of the holy warrior is too weak for you, and you are actually using your own power to imitate the holy warrior.
So after you have the God Brand carved on your body, you will become a simple witch chief, and you will not violate the rules of the holy medicine world."
Song Zheng nodded, picked up a wooden thorn, and stained it with the blood of the god. Zhou Sheng said: "Let's get started. I will pay attention to your situation and remind you at any time."
Song Zheng dropped his fingers very quickly and carved the mark of the God on his body.
What Zhou Sheng passed to him this time was the improved God's brand for his ancient demon clone. It was already the limit that the God's brand could reach on Song Zheng's ancient demon clone.
The entire engraving process of Song Zheng was very smooth, which shows that Zhou Sheng is indeed no small matter.
Thirty-six wooden thorns and a bowl of divine blood were all used up right after the carving was completed. Song Zheng exhaled, moved his body, and felt a special fine current flashing through the divine brand on his body, and the whole "living thing"
"Come here.
A special kind of power was born from every "stroke" of Tianshenlao, gathered together along the lines of Tianshenlao, and finally settled in his body.
When a witch chief is born, how strong his initial power is has a huge relationship with the witch chief's own qualifications, and it also has a certain relationship with the previous generation of witch chiefs who carved the brand of the gods.
The better the qualifications, the greater the initial witchcraft power; the more powerful the shaman chieftain is, the stronger the initial witchcraft power will be.
Song Zheng's ancient demon clone is of course extremely qualified. But since he carved the God Brand for himself, there is no way to define it.
In this world, he cannot use the power of cultivation such as spiritual sense and spiritual consciousness, but he has been in contact with the Greedy Wolf Witch Chief for a long time and can feel how strong the Greedy Wolf Witch Chief is.
He is slightly better than the shaman chieftain of Hu Yu tribe.
But compared with the current Song Zheng, he is like fireflies flying next to the bright moon.
Song Zheng pushed away the boulder and walked out. Before saying goodbye to Tanlang, he had one more thing to do. When he came outside the cave of the witch chief, the witch chief saw him for the first time and was so shocked that he almost stopped standing.
Wen Wen: "You, you...really did it? You became a witch chief. I feel a huge witch power in you. Oh my God, holy warriors and witch chiefs coexist. This has never happened in history."
happened before!"
Greedy Wolf Witch Chief was already a little incoherent. Facing such a powerful peer, he subconsciously wanted to kneel down. The gap between the two sides was too big. Even if Song Zheng did not deliberately gather momentum, Greedy Wolf Witch Chief was trembling.
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Song Zheng grabbed him and said, "Before we say goodbye, I have a gift for the Tanlang tribe. You go and gather the entire tribe."
"Yes." Greedy Wolf Witch Chief was respectful and obedient.
Soon this shocking news spread throughout the Tanlang tribe, and everyone gathered within the time of a cup of tea, except for ten holy warriors who had not returned from hunting.
The people of the tribe looked up at Song Zheng standing on the big rock, never expecting that they would be able to witness the birth of a man who was both a holy warrior and a witch chief.
Song Zheng glanced down at the entire tribe and nodded secretly. After being fed with spiritual food these days, the physical fitness of both the holy warriors and ordinary people in the Greedy Wolf Tribe has been greatly improved. This benefit will become more and more important in the future.
Obviously, it can be said to be the foundation for the future development of Tanlang Department.
He pointed to the four of them: "Come out."
Among these four people, there are two young people, a boy and a girl, who are strong and brave. There are also two children, in their early ten years, with very smart black eyes.
Song Zheng said to Tanlang Witch Chief: "The two of them can become holy warriors. The qualifications of these two little witch chiefs are very good. You must focus on cultivating them."
The witch chief had no feelings for the holy warriors. After all, there were already more than thirty in the tribe, but the two children who could become witch chiefs made him almost faint with excitement. He stammered: "You, you are
Say, the next generation of our Tanlang tribe can have two witch chiefs?"
Song Zheng smiled slightly: "At least two."
The witch chief understood what he meant, and this time he simply fell back and fainted.
The holy warriors were startled and quickly helped him up. The witch chief woke up quickly just because he was too happy. He pushed away the holy warrior who was supporting him and said, "Go quickly, go quickly, put them two away."
Bring them back to me. From now on, they will live with me. I will teach them personally and never let them suffer any harm."
Song Zheng asked the two young people he selected: "Do you want to become a holy warrior right away?"
A man and a woman looked at each other, excited, and replied forcefully: "I want to!"
Song Zheng nodded, turned around and headed towards the crater: "Follow me."
He also collected some materials for refining the holy medicine, so refining two copies would not be a problem.
Greedy Wolf Witch Chief hurriedly followed up with two "personal disciples". At this time, the hierarchy in the tribe was reflected. The holy warriors rushed to the crater together. They were qualified to watch, while ordinary people in the tribe could only
Stay in the tribe and wait for news.
Song Zheng entered the crater of the volcano, controlled it with huge witchcraft power, and easily refined two elixirs.
With the power of witchcraft, he has truly regained the feeling of being a "strong man" in this world. After all, he has become accustomed to the power of cultivation, which requires him to do anything no matter what. How can a monk's sleeves be so light?
With a wave of his hand, everything settles down freely?
When the Greedy Wolf Witch Chief saw the two holy medicines, he was struck by thunder. In such a short period of time, the delivery of the certificates gave him one shock after another. If these shocks were all bad news, I'm afraid the Greedy Wolf Witch Chief would have gone crazy by now.
Already.
He could tell that these two holy medicines were extraordinary. They were not at the same level as the ones he had refined. I'm afraid there were several levels of difference.
He was a little depressed. He always felt that he had struggled all his life, but he was not as good as others who just did it casually. It was like stabbing his heart dozens of times and then adding a handful of salt.
Song Zheng waved his hand, and Wu Li held up two wooden bowls with holy medicine in them. They came to the two young people and said with a smile: "Drink it."
The Greedy Wolf Witch Chief has finally gotten used to being beaten: he must use his magic power carefully and save what he can. How can he be like Song Zheng, who doesn't even bother to use the strength to hold a bowl and just uses his magic power to send it over?
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What a huge waste!
And Song Zheng was actually able to use witchcraft to suppress the agitation of the holy medicine. You must know that the holy medicine has its own spirituality. If it is stored in a wooden bowl if it is not controlled, it must have escaped and flown away.
Now, these two holy medicines are like ordinary liquids. Although they are a little bit impatient, they stay in the bowl obediently. How much witchcraft does this require?
What a huge waste!
The two young men had never seen the process of the Holy Warrior fusing the Holy Medicine, so they thought it should be like this, so they took it and drank it in one gulp.
The holy warriors next to us were a little confused: Why was it different from when we first merged? We remembered the witch chief, but we tried our best to press the holy medicine into our faces, and he was panting from exhaustion.
Chapter completed!