He looked at the simple house and smiled with great satisfaction: "I am not a sacrifice now."
a year ago.
He was chosen by the tribe's elders and became a "devotee".
This name sounds nice, but it is actually just that - a quasi-sacrifice.
What you offer to the tribe is nothing but your life.
Black Stone didn't dare to resist.
Because the result of resistance is death.
He didn't even dare to run away.
Because there are people staring at him all day long, and if he shows the slightest tendency, he will be severely beaten.
Since then.
Black Stone is always in a state of fear.
Until half a month ago.
He finally received a message - you will make a contribution to the tribe in the next sacrificial ceremony.
Black Stone suddenly fell into deep despair.
However.
Just before the ceremony was held.
His fate took an unexpected turn.
"Boom!"
After a loud noise.
A huge thorn, more than two hundred meters long, emerged from the ground and easily destroyed the tribe.
Blackstone took advantage of the chaos and decisively fled the tribe.
He wandered for three days, accidentally met a spiritual bird, and was guided to Dawn City. He also participated in the conversion ceremony and officially became a member of the tribe.
Because he was particularly active and was the first to apply blood, he was assigned a small room and did not have to share the dormitory with others.
at this time.
Black Stone reached out and picked up the dagger placed on the bedside, which was the gift from the totem pole.
He caressed it carefully a few times and muttered: "The person who destroyed my original tribe must be the great elder, right?"
Although a long time had passed since the incident, he still felt shuddering all over just thinking of that giant pillar of thorns that seemed to tower into the sky.
Even though it had only been two days since he joined the tribe, Blackstone already had a thunderous feeling for the great elder.
Extremely mysterious!
Extremely powerful!
Extremely wise!
This is Blackstone's entire take.
After having a simple breakfast.
He arrived at Plantation No. 3, received a large pruning knife from the tool room, and formally trimmed the excess branches of the green sheep tree.
The purpose of pruning is to ensure that the fruits produced by the Qingyang tree receive sufficient nutritional supply.
The cut branches can be used as fuel, or they can be fermented and used as fertilizer. In short, they have many uses.
Heishi stood under a tree, looked up at the tree crown, and sighed in a low voice: "The Qingyang tree can actually bear such a big Qingyang fruit!"
Under normal circumstances.
The Qingyang fruit is only about the size of a fist at most. Not only is its skin very hard, but its flesh is sour and astringent. Only certain animals will eat it.
But the green sheep tree he saw only had six green sheep fruits hanging on it, each one reaching an astonishing height of more than two meters.
It's too exaggerated!
Black Stone shook his head and muttered: "Everything here is so strange."
The tribe had no need for human sacrifices;
Totem poles can actually grow knives;
Qingyangmu is obviously useless, but tribes plant it on a large scale;
The plantation actually doesn't even have a steward. Even if you lie down and sleep, no one will take care of you. Unlike the original tribe, the steward couldn't wait to follow behind.
These strange things are really puzzling.
Heishi slightly bent his legs and kicked the ground hard.
"boom!"
There was a muffled sound.
Black Stone easily jumped more than three meters high and rode on a branch.
The joints of Qingyang people's legs are opposite to those of humans, and their feet also have spring-like structures.
This gives them great jumping power.
An ordinary adult Qingyang can jump up to four to five meters.
For the more powerful Qingyang Fighter, it is not difficult to jump thirty meters.
"Ka! Ka!"
Accompanied by the sound of scissors.
The extra branches fell from the tree crown to the ground.
This is his job.
Although simple.
But very fulfilling.
So Blackstone is very motivated.
Half a day later.
It's time for lunch.
A lunch is provided at the plantation.
Although the taste is average, the portion is large and filling.
A dozen workers chatted quietly while eating.
A veteran worker suddenly said: "I found several people slacking off this morning. I advise everyone to work hard."
Several workers looked puzzled.
"Why?"
"It's not like the steward is keeping an eye on you. What's wrong with taking a break?"
The veteran worker laughed and said, "Who said you're not in charge?"
He immediately asked: "Hey, how did you all come to Dawn City?"
"I'm following a bird."
"A spiritual bird leads the way."
The veteran worker laughed: "Then when you were working, didn't you notice the spiritual birds flying across the sky from time to time?"
Heishi was like an enlightenment, and he understood instantly: "I understand, the spiritual birds are in charge, they are watching us work."
"Snapped!"
The veteran worker clapped his hands hard and praised: "Smart!"
He then said: "The spirit bird will observe your behavior and then feed back the situation."
Several workers who were slacking off suddenly looked unhappy.
Heishi was secretly glad that he was not lazy and had been working hard.
The veteran worker added: "If you work on a plantation for a day, you can get ten work points. If you are passive and slow in working, your work points will be deducted.
"If you work hard, you will be rewarded with extra work points. Anyway, you will get more if you work more, and you will get less if you work less."
Blackstone couldn't help but nodded: "That's fair."
He likes this approach very much.
The veteran worker pointed to the sky and said leisurely: "I have heard a saying that the large number of spiritual birds in Dawn City are the eyes and ears of the Great Elder, and the Great Elder actually knows everything.
While talking.
There happened to be a spiritual bird flying across the sky.
Black Stone glanced at it subconsciously, filled with awe.
There are hundreds of thousands of people in the tribe. Does the Great Elder really know everything?
This is too awesome!
on the other hand.
This unheard-of method of "using flocks of birds to supervise the tribe" truly amazed him.
Heishi asked a question at the right time: "What is in these big green sheep fruits?"
The other workers' eyes were all fixed on the senior worker, waiting for his answer.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! The veteran worker shook his head and replied: "I don't know."
He then revealed a piece of gossip: "The chief priests of the tribe said that the big green sheep fruit contains the future of the tribe."
This sentence made a group of people even more curious.
Heishi blinked and asked: "Is this also the creation of the Great Elder?"
The veteran worker nodded and said: "Except for Dawn City, other tribes don't have this thing. This is of course the creation of the great elder."
Heishi looked fascinated: "The thing in the fruit must be very powerful."
Others nodded their heads.
*
Three days later.
Qingyangguo's size expanded at an astonishing speed.
Blackstone finally saw what the future would look like.
Because the chief priest issued an order for the plantation to pick green sheep fruits.
that day.
At least thirty spiritual birds came to the plantation and flew around in the sky.
This scene alone.
This shows that the great elder attaches great importance to it.
The picking method is very simple.
Using vines to turn into a net, several people pulled the site under the tree.
The workers then jumped up to the tree and used knives to cut off the stems of the fruit.
After working hard for a long time, the picking is finished.
By the afternoon.
The officiant organized a group of people to start processing the green sheep fruits.
After peeling off the hard peel and then carefully peeling off the white pulp, a metal object was exposed.
It looks like a dark metal pipe with a naturally strange texture on its surface.
The end of the pipe has a wooden handle that can just be grasped by hand.
Black Stone looked confused.
Could it be that the future of the Dawn Tribe is these metal pipes?
Isn't this a bit nonsense?
One minute later.
Blackstone's cognition was subverted again.
The officiant personally picked up a pipe, opened a mechanism at the end, and inserted a small gray ball.
He raised the pipe and pointed it at a large rock dozens of meters away.
"Snapped!"
The officiant pulled a small trick.
next moment.
Something shocking happened.
"boom!"
Just heard a bang.
The stone actually exploded.
Heishi's eyes almost fell off after seeing this.
Any fool can see that this is probably a weapon.
The most incredible thing is that this is actually a weapon growing on a tree.
Heishi looked at the fragmented stones, then at the officiant, and suddenly became excited.
He suddenly realized that the officiant had not used the totem shadow just now.
In other words, any ordinary Qingyang man can use this weapon.
And its power is enough to kill a Qingyang Warrior.
the reason is simple.
Is a fighter's body as hard as a rock?
of course not!
So.
This means a very scary thing - ordinary people can kill Qingyang Warriors with this weapon.
After Blackstone realized this, he couldn't help but screamed: "Oh my God!"
Only then did he believe that he had indeed seen the future.
*
distance.
Cheng Han used the perspective of the spiritual bird to see the demonstration of the new weapon.
He laughed with satisfaction: "That's right! The power of the magic gun is a little stronger than I expected."
The so-called "magic gun" is the new weapon he created, which is a weapon that grows from the green sheep fruit.
the previous time.
He discovered that the soil in this world was extremely rich in iron and other metallic elements.
The green sheep trees everywhere can absorb metals in the soil.
Cheng Han naturally came up with an idea - can we use this characteristic to make weapons grow from trees?
The answer is - yes.
The dagger is the best evidence.
Then.
Cheng Han began to think about another question - can the Qingyang Tree grow more powerful weapons?
After many deductions, he combined the special circumstances of this world with reference to firearms from another time and space, and developed a new type of weapon.
That is - the magic gun.
The transformed green sheep tree absorbs metal elements and "grows" magic guns from its fruits.
And using the power of the world, a magic circle was imprinted on the surface of the magic gun.
And then.
Another kind of blade tree uses the power of the world to "grow" "bullets" in its fruits.
This is the so-called "magic pill".
The magic pill contains a trace of extraordinary power, which can be fully stimulated by the magic gun.
The magic pill is thrown out at high speed and can easily break stones.
Cheng Han stared at the picture and smiled: "The magic gun is the future I have planned for the Qingyang tribe, and it is also the revolution sweeping this world."
In the near future.
Groups of Qingyang warriors held magic guns in their hands to fight against the swarms of catastrophic insects falling from the sky.
Cheng Han looked at the sky and hummed again: "No one has discovered this true treasure in this world for so many years.
"These gods of the Qingyang tribe are really a bunch of useless trash."