From troll tribes to elf empires

Chapter 29 Meetings and Legends

This research direction is not unimportant. All the 'functional trees' of the tribe at this stage include the 'refrigerator tree', the 'fruit tree', the newly developed 'steel tree', and the 'weapon tree' derived from it.

, it can be said that they are all disposable.

They have either simply been castrated to reproduce, such as the ‘refrigerator tree’;

Either the next generation will not inherit any of the 'artificially' modified abilities of its parent, and will only become an ordinary plant.

This has greatly restricted the tribe’s application of ‘functional trees’.

Especially for 'fruit trees', as fruits are food in a certain sense, their demand must be huge.

But at this stage, the improved fruit tree can only be obtained through the witch doctor, and the related spell is named 'Advanced Plant Transformation', which is listed in 'Rune Understanding', 'Run Application', 'Precision', and 'Self-Psychic Hypnosis'

, and even 'magic' and other aspects have a high threshold, and there are not many witch doctors who can use it independently.

Therefore, there is a conflict between the tribe's demand for increased "functional trees" and the "advanced" witch doctor's demand for private time.

It was against this background that the great witch doctor took the lead in gathering several new witch doctors and witch doctor apprentices who were also interested in this matter to start research in this area.

Putting aside this destined to be long research, after the basic needs for weapons, food reserves, etc. are met, many things that could only be pondered in Saberya's mind before can now be gradually discussed.

The small conference room where several witch doctors held seminars gathered new and old witch doctors on this day, as well as more witch doctor apprentices.

"Yes. They are too powerful."

He felt that legends and beast tides should be treated separately, as legends were too vague and futile to think about.

"A long time ago, until the old witch doctor was still young, the Tooth Tribe did not actually live on this land."

"Well, you told me before that several members of the hunting team escaped, and later led two hundred fully armed soldiers to retaliate. They hunted the hunting team non-stop, snatched prey, and finally forced us to migrate to this corner.

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"Benya. Ahem, I must have called everyone here for something. Let's talk about it."

Blade Ya looked around at the hesitant expressions on the young faces and said in a solemn tone,

"And this is the eternal threat from the Black Forest - the beast tide."

The intensity and duration of this critical point depend on how much the troll overdrafted his body when he was young.

"Such a tribe cannot be underestimated. Even if they do not have a systematic caster force, who knows how many witch doctors they have who rely on magic crystals to cast spells? Even the will and number of warriors alone are enough to destroy the current

us."

After passing through the stable prime of life and entering old age, the troll's physical functions will experience a cliff-like decline.

"You are right. I believe everyone has experienced the impact of changes in the way we obtain food."

He paused slightly and gave the bewildered young trolls some time to react before continuing,

"I must remind you that our foundation is unstable and can hardly withstand the test of nature."

As he spoke, he saw the young trolls' expressions of admiration mixed with pride.

Generally speaking, the more frequently lost limbs are regenerated and the warriors are overloaded with combat, their physical strength will be lower in old age and their stable period will be shorter;

Hearing this, the reactions of everyone present were completely different. The three veteran witch doctors were thoughtful, but the other newly grown young trolls were somewhat disapproving.

"Well, the progress of the tribe is obvious to all, and we should be proud of it. However, there are already too many compliments on weekdays. Today, I don't want to sing praises for myself or anyone. Instead, I want to say something disappointing."

"This is the same for other tribes. Look at their attitude towards the dead and injured tribesmen and how they responded afterwards."

The life of a troll can be roughly divided into three stages: growth, adulthood, and old age.

Just like today's old witch doctor, even if he is simply sitting, he still has to use a cane to support himself.

As for the beast tide, there is no need to worry too much. There are not enough magical beasts in this corner of the horn to form a beast tide. You only need to worry if the legend is true.

"Deep in the Black Forest, which is quite far away from the current tribe, it is a richer land."

The old witch doctor was already quite old, and his voice was breathless, and from time to time he would be coughing like a bellows.

"Tell me now, when faced with hundreds or even thousands of monsters of all levels, can we resist? Facing the charge of thousands of warriors, can we resist?"

However, this decline will not actually directly make the troll old and miserable, but will once again maintain functional stability within limits when it reaches a certain critical value.

The young people really want to say "yes", but since they are sitting here, it means they are not reckless.

"Collect your thoughts and listen to me tell a story first."

As for the witch doctor, if he does not encounter a situation that requires spending his life to cast spells, both his physical strength and the duration of the stable period will generally be significantly longer.

At this moment, no one can give such an obviously unreasonable answer.

"Yes, I still remember. When I was a child, a hunting team had a conflict with us, and several soldiers died."

"There, after countless years of development, an ancient tribe finally became a huge force with thousands of mature warriors. Thousands of mature troll warriors, do you know what kind of power this is? Old witch doctor, you still have

Remember that tribe?”

Among them, the prime period is the longest, much longer than the growth period and old age combined.

Sighing silently, Banya stopped thinking about it, gathered his mood and spoke,

"After countless days of hard work by everyone, it can be said that the tribe has begun to take shape."

Blade Ya glanced at it and spoke again,

"Well, look, you can support so many soldiers without a refrigerator tree, and you can also send two hundred backbone troops to cause nuisance to the outside world. What does this mean? Can anyone tell me?"

"However, such a huge thing was wiped out almost overnight."

But no matter what, old trolls are still strong enough to perform intensive labor such as gathering fruits and processing meat;

Only in the end, when death is truly approaching, will the troll's body become unable to sit still.

Those countless achievements convinced these juniors that under the leadership of Blade Ya, the tribe could not be destroyed by any force.

This means that final death is approaching and the old witch doctor's time is running out.

'Well, this day is inevitable for everyone.'

"Legend has it that when a tribe develops enough to affect the balance of nature, the revenge from the will of the Black Forest will strike and wipe out the greedy natural takers."

"Whether it is the speed of revenge or the ruthlessness and accuracy of their methods, it proves that they have indeed broken away from 'barbarism' to a certain extent and entered a certain stage of 'civilization'."

Of course, this kind of "disapproval" is definitely not out of thoughts like "Sir, times have changed", but because they really trust Blade Ya and the changes he has led.

Seeing the old witch doctor's effort in speaking, Blade Ya couldn't bear to take over the conversation again.

"Okay, why are you scaring them? Tell me what you think." The great witch doctor, who had seen many storms, just smiled and said, stroking his beard.

But his eyes were extremely happy, especially when facing a room full of juniors, his face could not stop being happy, and his trembling hands on crutches seemed to have a little more strength.

"This shows that they may have mastered a far more efficient way to obtain food than hunting." A young witch doctor apprentice responded.

"Among the ruins are the bloody footprints of monsters, and scattered troll remains. A tribe with thousands of warriors just disappeared."

However, even if the legend is true, the current size of the tribe does not qualify it to enjoy 'natural revenge'.

Therefore, it is completely unnecessary to worry too much about these problems now.

Of course, since the great witch doctor waited until now to intervene, it also explains part of his attitude:

First of all, it’s okay to plan ahead;

Secondly, these little guys are really a little wandering.

(End of chapter)