Gang Yan sat under a horn tree, looked up at the sky, and muttered: "It's almost dawn."
He turned his head again and looked at several of his compatriots who were tied into rice dumplings, a flash of sympathy flashing through his eyes.
The totem master immediately put away his pity and his eyes became cold again.
Being chosen as a living sacrifice by the tribe is indeed worthy of sympathy.
But trying to escape and betraying the Steel Horn Tribe is not worthy of sympathy at all.
Gang Yan seemed to be talking to himself or stating his position: "All traitors should die!"
A fighter next to him took over the conversation: "We have been chasing these dogs all night. They are really exhausted."
The sacrifices for the escape were a fighter and six of his family members.
It is precisely because of this that the tribe sent a totem master to lead the team.
The fighter put on a flattering attitude and lowered his voice and said: "Sir, my rebellious little daughter is quite pretty, do you want..."
Although this is only half said, everyone who understands understands it.
Gang Yan was a little moved, but also a little hesitant: "The sacrifice must be kept pure, isn't this not a good idea?"
The fighter knew that the other party was an old pervert, and immediately said: "As long as you don't tell anyone, how will the tribe know? Just throw it into the river and wash it after you're done."
Gang Yan became even more moved.
The fighter spoke more enthusiastically: "Sir, you have worked hard for the tribe for so many years. Isn't it right for you to enjoy the sacrifices?"
The guy smiled obscenely: "You should know that this kind of thing happens a lot in the tribe."
Gang Yan was moved.
He turned his head and looked at the young female sacrifice, seeing her face covered with tears, and suddenly lost his desire.
never mind.
This is just a poor man, why bother?
Gang Yan shook his head, his expression suddenly turned cold: "Stop talking!"
The fighter smiled coquettishly and did not dare to speak any more.
Gang Yan immediately issued an order: "Immediately ask someone to prepare food. After eating, return to the tribe with the traitor."
The fighter responded and left obediently.
soon.
A group of Qingyang people got busy.
Some people went out to hunt, while others gathered firewood.
Gang Yan sat quietly for a while, then suddenly moved his right hand, and an illusory blade leaf appeared from the palm of his hand.
His left hand stroked the illusory leaves, and his mind tried his best to communicate with the leaves. Faint ripples flashed across the surface of the leaves, which looked quite strange.
This is to hone the power of totem.
Steel Rock's totem shadow is derived from the tribe's Blade Tree totem pole. The leaves of the Blade Tree are like blades, and the Totem Shadow also inherits this characteristic.
Continuously honing the power of the totem can make the shadow blades sharper, thus increasing the lethality of the totem shadow.
After a while.
Gang Yan pointed the blade at a stone and lightly scratched it in the air.
The stone split into two halves silently, and the cross section was as smooth as a mirror.
He nodded with satisfaction and muttered: "Of the more than thirty totem masters in the entire tribe, my strength should be among the top ten."
at this time.
A voice suddenly sounded in Gang Yan's ears: "It would be a pity that the power of the totem is only used for fighting."
He was startled and instinctively turned his head to look.
I saw a young Qingyang man sitting in the back with a smile on his face.
Although he looked very friendly, Gang Yan only felt creepy.
This person appeared behind him, but he didn't realize it, let alone when the other person appeared.
This means that it is not difficult for the other party to kill him at all.
Gang Yan's right hand trembled, and he asked in a stiff voice: "Dear Sir, what do you have to say?"
This young Qingyang man is naturally Cheng Han.
He did not answer the question, but asked: "Do you know why the leaves of the Blade Tree are so sharp?"
Gang Yan was a little confused.
In this guy's understanding, the Blade Tree has always been sharp, just like people need to eat and drink water, it is just a matter of course, and he has never thought about the reason behind it.
Gang Yan said honestly: "Please forgive my ignorance."
Cheng Han knelt down, grabbed a handful of red soil, and explained: "The answer is in the soil."
Gang Yan was even more confused.
What does this have to do with soil?
Cheng Han narrated: "The earth beneath our feet is extremely rich in iron elements.
"Knife-edge trees have a unique ability. They can absorb and utilize iron elements to form a thin layer of blades on the edges of their leaves.
"This is the fundamental reason why blade leaves are so sharp."
Although he didn't know whether the other party was an enemy or a friend, or what his purpose was, Gang Yan still said sincerely: "Your knowledge is too profound."
Cheng Han tilted his palm, letting the soil slip from his hand, and continued: "I feel more and more that the Qingyang tribe has taken the wrong path."
Among the many worlds he has seen, Qingyang World is definitely the first in terms of iron content, several times higher than the second place.
He truly felt that the Qingyang people had wasted this huge wealth.
Gang Yan said respectfully: "Please give me some advice."
This guy took a peek around and couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva.
The noisy sound of breakfast being prepared now became very strange, as if it was coming from an extremely distant place.
This made Gang Yan even more frightened, and he had no intention of making any small moves.
Cheng Han thought to himself and said: "The blade tree absorbs the properties of iron elements. Its real use is not to serve as a totem pole, but in other aspects."
He waved his right hand lightly, and a little green light fell into the red soil.
"puff!"
A blade tree jumped out instantly and grew to two meters high at an extremely fast speed.
Although short, it has luxuriant branches and leaves.
Gang Yan immediately noticed that the leaves on the branches were very different from the normal blade trees.
The leaves are significantly thicker and have a different shape.
Cheng Han glanced at him and said with a smile: "You can pick off a leaf and take a look."
Gang Yan obeyed obediently and reached out to pick off a leaf.
The moment you get it.
This guy couldn't help but say "Hey": "The leaves are so heavy."
Gang Yan pinched the blade and found something inside.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! He tore the leaves apart in a few seconds and was immediately stunned.
I saw a blade embedded in it.
This scene once again subverted the Qingyang fighter's perception.
Iron flakes actually grow out of the leaves?
It's too exaggerated!
Cheng Han smiled slightly and corrected the other party's understanding: "This is a blade."
He casually picked off another leaf and removed the iron piece from it.
Then use a finger to wipe it lightly, and one side of it becomes a sharp blade.
This ability of "sharpening with bare hands" made Gang Yan shrink his pupils.
Cheng Han pinched one end of the blade again, a flash of green light flashed across his fingertips, and the slender vines grew rapidly and turned into a handle.
then.
A sharp knife was thus formed.
When Gang Yan saw the knife, it was like a thunder sounded in his mind.
In his eyes.
This is not just a knife.
But a door to a new world has been pushed open.
Cheng Han lightly waved the knife, making a "swish" sound, and asked: "Do you understand the meaning?"
Gang Yan suddenly became excited and stammered when he spoke: "I... all... all the metal tools we need can... grow from trees."
Cheng Han affirmed: "Yes, that's it!"
He couldn't help but sigh: "Metal-absorbing trees like the Blade Tree and the Horn Tree are obviously gifts generously given to the Qingyang Tribe by the world, but we have wasted the world's gifts."
The horn tree also has the property of absorbing iron, but the absorption part is mainly the trunk, and their bark and trunk are extremely hard.
The Qingyang people widely use tree bark to make armor and use tree trunks as building materials. The furniture and houses made of Qingyang wood are very strong and can be used for more than a hundred years.
Cheng Han believes that each Qingyang tree is a natural casting workshop, capable of manufacturing large metal parts.
It's a pity that for tens of thousands of years, no Qingyang people have thought of this.
They could have had a developed civilization, but they ignored the treasures that were close at hand and still lived a primitive life that was close to slash-and-burn farming.
At this moment.
Cheng Hanshi handed the knife to the other party and made a gesture towards the "sacrifice": "Use this knife to cut their ropes."
Gang Yan stared at the knife and fell into deep hesitation.
He knew very well that once he took over the sword, he would never be able to look back, and the tribe would regard him as a traitor.
But.
If you don't answer, I'm afraid...
Gang Yan took a deep breath and immediately made a decision - take it!
The guy stretched out his hands to take the knife, knelt on one knee and saluted: "As you wish!"
The words just fell.
It was as if the invisible barrier had been broken.
The surrounding noise suddenly reappeared.
at the same time.
Cheng Han also disappeared.
Gang Yan was stunned for a moment, and a cold voice sounded in his ears: "Kill everyone else!"
He responded quickly: "Understood!"
Gang Yan stood up, with a murderous look on his face.
soon.
The camp was littered with corpses.
Gang Yan looked at this scene and sighed deeply.
At this point, he could no longer look back and had no choice but to bite the bullet and walk all the way to the dark side.
But what awes him even more is the method of that Excellency. The other party just showed some small tricks, and then forcefully forced him to betray the tribe.
Beside.
The several "sacrificial victims" who had narrowly escaped death all had horrified expressions on their faces, and huge confusion in their eyes.
Gang Yan carefully put away the knife and smiled at them: "From now on, we are members of the Dawn Tribe."
The "we" in it is deliberately emphasized to indicate that everyone is in the same camp.
The name "Dawn Tribe" was the message that appeared in this guy's mind inexplicably after he killed all his former subordinates.
Gang Yan waved his hand vigorously: "Let's go!"
After saying that.
He took the first step.
The new members looked at each other for a while, then followed them obediently.
After a while.
A white bird flew over quickly and circled above everyone's heads.
Gang Yan raised his head and looked up, with a look of surprise on his face: "Isn't this the guide assigned by your Excellency?"
The message you left said that a guide will come to show you the way later.
He thought it was impossible and laughed to himself: "How can a bird be a guide? I really thought too much."
"Haw!"
The sound of birdsong was heard.
Gang Yan was stunned for a moment and couldn't help but muttered: "Awesome!"