It took Fang Senyan quite a long time to hunt this crow, but fortunately, the consumption on this periphery has been reduced to 1000 universal point hours, and to be honest, this price is still not cheap at all.
However, after Fang Senyan received the baptism of 10,000 hours inside, he already felt that the price was quite benevolent, and even worth the money.
After this milestone is completed, he has obtained a title called Scavenger, which has a chance to deal an additional 1020 points of true damage when attacking all mutated creatures including demonized creatures, vampires, etc., this title is obviously very useful for gunners with super fast attack speeds, and it is more chicken for Fang Mori Iwa.
And it seems that there is no way to advance.
The hunt for mutant crows delayed Fang Senyan for nearly two hours, but he was also deliberately waiting for the evening, so it didn't matter if he wasted some time.
In the primeval jungle here, as long as the sun submerges below the horizon, the night is extremely fast, and it will definitely not drag mud and water.
Therefore, Fang Senyan was also not idle in the next waiting time at this time, not only clearing out a vacant lot from the forest, which was the size of a basketball court, but also piling up all the trees that had been cut down in one place, if he was not a contractor, then there was really no way to complete this physical work in a short time.
Seeing that the evening was coming, and there were fire clouds in the sky again, Fang Senyan collected some dead branches and leaves and then lit the huge fire, and it didn't take long for the raging fire to ignite dozens of meters high, churning and noisy, and the heat wave was pressing.
Because most of the trees used as firewood are fresh, the fire carries a very thick black smoke, billowing up the blue sky and clouds, and the wind is also small, so after rising into the air, the smoke column has not dissipated, and it is estimated that it can be clearly seen even if it is hundreds of miles away.
Fang Senyan sat down next to the fire, closed his eyes, and seemed to be quietly waiting for something, letting the time pass without stopping.
"I'm so excited, the disguise of that history will soon be torn apart in front of me."
The sky was getting dark, and in the primeval jungle, a deep darkness enveloped all around, and where the fire could not shine, there seemed to be hungry beasts quietly snooping on something.
The fire was still raging, and the heat had dried the underlying wood, and there was a soft "crackling" sound in the flames, and the texture of the wood turned yellow and burned.
A large group of moths and mosquitoes were attracted by the firelight, and they pounced on it, and the sound of insects in all directions came and went, showing full of vitality.
In the distance, there was a clear sound in the grass, it was the sound of a person pushing aside the grass and trees approaching, Fang Senyan turned his head to look into the darkness, and within a few minutes, an old face with wrinkles and ravines appeared in front of Fang Senyan's eyes.
This man was none other than the chief of Qom Harbour, Old Alam.
His face was still painted with oil paint, his head was adorned with colorful ornaments, and he still held the strange snake staff in his hand, and everything looked the same as the first time I saw him.
However, old Alam's face reflected the dim ember light, and there was the illusion of reflecting the raging flames, and there was a majesty that he had never had.
Fang Senyan stood quietly in front of him, like a powerful stone statue, with a clear outline like an axe chisel.
"How do you know this method of contacting me, Mbenga," Old Alam said in a hoarse voice, looking around suspiciously.
Fang Senyan looked at this old man and said lightly: "He's dead, and that thorn in the eye will never be in front of you."
In an instant, Fang Senyan suddenly felt that there was a strong wind hitting his face, in this extremely hot tropical jungle, the air movement was so fast that it gave Fang Senyan a breathless illusion, obviously the leaves were not moving, where did the wind come from Fang Senyan soon discovered that it was not the air that was moving, it was himself who moved, and the feeling of suffocation was completely real, the rickety old man's eyes were shining with angry flames, and he instantly pounced in front of him, and also grabbed his neck, lifted it with one hand, and pressed it against the hard and cold tree Because of the huge force of oppression between the two, Fang Senyan could clearly feel the slight tremor that the huge tree trunk behind him fed back, as well as the suffocating feeling on his neck Old Alam's hands were trembling violently, and he didn't know if it was because of Mbenga's death or Fang Senyan's words.
Although Fang Senyan was in his hands for life and death, he didn't care: "I know you're very strong, how could you have escaped from that nightmarish ghost place if you didn't have a few brushes, do you think I'm not right, in your heart, Mbenga actually died a few years ago, and you have always regarded that person, the heir of the Ouroboros tribe, as a nightmare in your heart, and you don't want to see his face, because it will bring back the most painful memories buried deep in your heart" "So you snubbed him, you rejected him, and you marginalized him among the tribe, but it wasn't until he left the tribe and left your sight for a long time that you would know that the fate of the two of you has long been deeply connected."
"Ahhhh Fang Senyan, who was more than 180 centimeters tall and weighed 86 kilograms, flew straight out of more than ten meters and rolled several times in a row, and after a long time of pain, his face was painful, and he got up with a breath, and Fang Senyan, whose strength reached 49 points, was powerless to fight back under this old Alam It's just that Old Alam's gaffe fell in Fang Senyan's eyes, but it made him sneer: "I calculated, in this era, food is scarce, infectious diseases are prevalent, and those vicious beasts are eyeing each other, so the average life expectancy of you Africans is not too long, at most forty years old, even if your father is a chieftain, you can have certain privileges to live longer, and you only suffer from an incurable disease at the age of fifty, then your real age should be between twenty-five and thirty-five years old, but you now look even older than your father before he died, and you are carrying such pain and burden in your heart, aging so quickly, it's certainly not going to be easy. ” Old Alam listened to Fang Senyan's words, but suddenly calmed down, he looked at the huge bonfire, and after looking at the dancing fire, he said astringently: "Tell me, how he died" Fang Senyan answered the question: "He has something to ask me to bring to you, but before that, I have a question in my heart."
Old Alam said in a hoarse voice: "You say."
Fang Senyan looked at him very seriously and said: "Although your strength is very strong, it is absolutely impossible to be the opponent of the warriors of the Ouroboros tribe or the Sun tribe in the inner layer, so, when you set off at that time, what was the reason for you to be sure to get the Sun Ladder and retreat with your whole body, don't tell me that it is a gamble, if it is a gamble, then you should go alone, it is definitely not a bet on the lives of the whole clan, and the purpose of you bringing more than a hundred people over the past is definitely not to rely on their force" Old Alam closed his eyes, and his voice seemed to sigh: "I really didn't expect that it was an outsider who wanted to know the truth back then, well, I'll tell you, it wasn't I who voluntarily went into the place where those damned traitors lived to look for medicine, but my father, the old chief, forced me to bring enough men in, and if we didn't go, then we would have to die with him" "Actually, we were also Dubai Asians a long, long time ago, but our ancestors' physical and spiritual qualities were not enough, and they were banished from there, so in some tribes with a relatively complete and long history, they know some secrets in Dubai's Megamara.
For example, the method and proportion of the ointment that you apply to your body that can hide your tracks, or some unknown roads, and even some of the high priests in the core area of Dubai's submarsh have been lost."
"I see."
Fang Senyan shook in his heart, if he said so, many things could be explained.
"Then the purpose of bringing more than 100 people in" Old Alam suddenly said in a strange rhythm, half singing, half chanting: "Before reaching the Sacred Flame Square, you must pass the test of the God of Flames, and before you can be tested by the God of Spirits, you must also pass through the ancient and dangerous ruins, and the use of those I have brought with me is to use them to explore the way through the ruins of that terrible labyrinth."
"Then Mbenga" Fang Senyan said hesitantly: "It is also cannon fodder used for sacrifice" "Nope."
Old Alam shook his head slowly: "Although our ancestors were not expelled because they were not able to inherit the divine grace, there will still be special phenomena from time to time, such as me, such as Mbenga, such as Curia."
Fang Senyan noticed that when Old Alam said the word "Curia", his voice was relaxed and gentle, obviously most of them were affectionate, so he couldn't help but fall into memories, so he didn't urge, but said: "This phenomenon of yours is called intergenerational inheritance in our country, or atavism, although it is not common, but it is not uncommon, if you say this, could it be that you, Mbenga, and Kuriya are actually the descendants of the Ouroboros tribe that was exiled before."
To be continued: