Ian doesn't intend to hide anymore. Now that the breeding plant and surrounding villages have been attacked, the natives must be planning something that no one knows about but is extremely dangerous.
Instead of hiding his clumsiness, he might as well show his potential now, so that he might be able to get some resources as a guarantee before danger comes.
"Sure enough, you awakened your spiritual power at that time..."
A little shocked, but mostly envious. In his recent observations, Brin had actually determined that Ian was already a psyker, so he wasn't too surprised.
What shocked him even more was that the other party could actually throw the Supor sleeping powder, which was not easy to collect for the natives, as a hidden weapon without a trace of hesitation: "What a waste... I really want to use the sleeping powder as a hidden weapon, completely."
You can add some powdered cordyceps seeds and bark residue of lacquered wood, and the effect will be just as good, but the price will be only one-tenth of the price!"
Although a bag of confusion powder that can confuse people for five or six seconds costs several thalers, but as a hidden weapon, the price/performance ratio is much better.
"Those are things for the future. Life is the most important thing now."
After placing Brin in place and letting him rest for a while, Ian walked into the forest and picked up a dying, twisted human form with only one breath left.
It was the indigenous swordsman who had been in shock because the bucket he had thrown with all his strength had broken his arm and even damaged his spine.
Ian is actually not as tall as this indigenous hunter, and his figure is more slender. With his beautiful face, he looks polite and should appear at a dance banquet.
But he showed strength far beyond his own size, easily picked up the indigenous swordsman who was probably heavier than him, and threw it in front of Brin.
"how?"
Brin, who was resting with his eyes closed, was startled, but when he opened his eyes and saw the natives foaming at the mouth, he immediately understood: "You want to bring a living person back for interrogation? This is very difficult. With this
Guys, we can't run fast. If we are caught up by other indigenous hunter teams..."
"No."
Ian's words were concise and concise, and his tone was firm, but Brin thought that the other party could easily discover him and the indigenous people, and could easily aim at the target's psychic powers in the dark, so he stopped expressing his opinion: "Okay, but I have to wait a little longer.
Stop the wound from bleeding."
"So fast?" Ian raised his head in surprise. He no longer hid it, and the water-colored halo flowed in his pupils, looking at Bryn's wound.
In the precognitive vision, Brin is a thick white humanoid with a faint layer of blood hanging on his body, which seems to have just faded from the denser color.
The place where the blood was the most intense was exactly where his lower lung was stabbed by the knife before.
However, when Ian brought the knife hand back, Bryn applied medicine to himself, and the blood-colored wound was fading at a speed visible to the naked eye, and eventually turned into a slightly richer red than the rest of the body.
"alright."
Brin stood up unsteadily, and the tall herb collector said in a loud voice: "It's still bleeding inside, but it won't affect the movement until tomorrow... I will be the knifeman."
After he finished speaking, he grabbed the twisted body of the native swordsman with one hand and held it under his arm.
"The physical fitness of the Terran people is really incredible. Brin is like this, and so are the natives. They were smashed by my bucket and their whole bodies were broken, but they still managed to survive."
Seeing this scene, Ian couldn't help but sigh in his heart. Although it was not the first time that he saw the abnormal damage resistance and self-healing ability of the Terran people, he still found it incredible every time: "If I hadn't dissected it, I might really
You will feel that they are only human in appearance."
"Don't worry yet." Putting aside his thoughts, Ian signaled Brin to continue resting: "I'm going to search for something on those natives. There may be clues to their attack, and maybe I'll gain something."
"It's all up to you."
Brin nodded - after the battle just now, he had fully understood that Ian was stronger, smarter... and even more mature than he thought.
His plans and opinions are definitely better than my own.
Ian turned his head, without closing his precognitive vision, and continued to look at the bodies of the other two natives.
In order to defeat the natives in a short period of time, he used the essence stored in his virtual source species to strengthen his physical quality.
The light blue halo is the manifestation of the source matter chips in his body flowing in the capillaries and muscles of his limbs as the blood flows.
Because the battle ended quickly, he didn't consume much energy. In order to save his life, there was no point in saying whether it was a loss or not, but he felt that he should still be able to recover some losses from the enemy.
Surprisingly, there was actually a little bit of blue light mist flowing on their bodies.
"It really paid off."
Stepping forward, Ian saw the blue light mist in a small bag on the waist of the indigenous hunter. He opened it directly and found that there were large light brown seeds inside.
The seeds are similar to almonds, exude a mellow aroma, and have regular zigzag patterns on the surface, about the size of his eight-year-old child's thumb.
The feeling the seeds gave him was an intense sense of dynamism, as well as a sense of danger. Just the smell of it made the boy feel a little irritated - the perfume was very fragrant, but if it was too strong, it would smell bad, and it would be unpleasant to put it into his mouth.
It can't taste good, that's why.
Crisis and gain coexist.
Later, Brin's surprised words also confirmed Ian's premonition: "The core of the Soma tree fruit? Fortunately, they didn't have time to eat it, otherwise, we might not be able to leave alive!"
"Soma tree? Oh, it's the wine tree."
When he first heard the scientific name of Soma tree, Ian didn't react for a while, but Hilliard's teachings were indeed useful these days. He immediately recalled that among the many wonderful sublimation plants in the Baisen Mountains, the one commonly known as wine
Sublime plant of tree.
As the name suggests, the sap of the wine tree is a natural wood wine containing alcohol. The fruit is also a treasure for making fruit wine. It contains natural and easily absorbed sources and can be used as a stimulant without sequelae.
There is a high-end brewing shop in Harrison Port that specializes in selling soma wine. Its customers are wealthy businessmen and nobles. Because it is said that soma wine has invigorating properties, the supply has always been in short supply.
The core of the Soma tree fruit is different. It contains too many exciting substances and impurities, which are toxic to the point. If it is chewed and swallowed, people will be 'drunk to death' within a few minutes.
——A large amount of source substances and exciting substances will penetrate into the blood circulation through the mucous membrane, causing the brain to suffer from hypoxia and necrosis. However, at the same time, the person who swallows it will explode to the limit of his body's strength in a short period of time, regardless of pain, and even his head will be damaged.
Even beating half of them away won't stop these people who have already been 'drunk to death' from dying again.
But even so, the refined extract of Soma fruit core is still a key material for the True Form inheritance of the ‘Selfless Fighter’.
That is an inheritance that can burn one's own life when necessary, subject oneself to slow destruction, but quickly destroy the enemy.
"What kind of homemade suicidal rage potion?"
After making a complaint, Ian took back the cores and frowned: "The natives actually let the hunting team carry this kind of thing that is used for survival, or even for death... What on earth are they going to do?"
Although the indigenous tribes have a large number of people, the hunters cannot be consumed at will. What's more, these backbone hunters are the pillars that support a tribe. The one who can allow them to achieve this point... can only be the big tree that the indigenous people of the redwood forest respect.
Shaman'!
Shaking his head, Ian stopped thinking about this.
Apart from the soma core, the only thing the natives had on their bodies was the blow darts smeared with curare wood venom, which were of some value. However, these were too dangerous. Not an expert could accidentally poison themselves. Ian did not intend to use them, so he used them on the spot.
Stones were smashed and destroyed.
The three indigenous hunters had a total of nine Somo tree fruit cores. Ian handed three to Brin.
After all, without Breen to attract attention and contain the enemy, he would not be able to easily kill all the hunters.
Out of face and momentum, the herb collector wanted to refuse - his life was saved by Ian, so how could he have the nerve to accept it? What's more, it was too weird to take trophies from a child's hands, and he couldn't accept it!