High Above

"The answer is psionic power!"

Ian didn't intend to keep hiding either. Now that the breeding factory and the surrounding villages have been attacked, the natives must be planning something that everyone doesn't know but is extremely dangerous.

Now instead of hiding his clumsiness, he might as well show his potential, so that he may get some resources as a guarantee before the danger comes.

"Sure enough, you awakened psionic energy at that time..."

A little shocked, but more envious. During his recent observations, Brin had already confirmed that Ian was already a psyker, so he wasn't surprised.

What shocked him even more was that the other party was actually able to throw out the Supor sleeping powder, which was not easy to collect for the natives, as a hidden weapon without a trace of hesitation: "It's too wasteful... I really want to use sleeping powder as a hidden weapon. You can add some powder of insect repellent grass seeds and bark residue of smoked wood, the effect is just as good, but the price is only one-tenth!"

Although such a bag of confusion powder that can confuse people for five or six seconds costs several thalers, it is also much more cost-effective as a hidden weapon.

"That's all for the future, life is the most important thing now."

After placing Brin and letting the other party rest for a while, Ian walked into the forest and retrieved a dying, twisted figure with only one breath left.

It was the aboriginal swordsman who was in shock and had broken his arm and even damaged his spine by the bucket thrown by him with all his strength.

Ian's height is actually not as tall as this native hunter, and his figure is even more slender. With that pretty face, no matter how you look at it, he is more polite and should appear at the dance banquet.

However, he showed strength far superior to his own size, and easily picked up the native knife hand who was estimated to be heavier than him, and threw it in front of Brin.

"how?"

Brin, who was resting with his eyes closed, was taken aback, but when he opened his eyes and saw the native who was already foaming at the mouth, he immediately understood: "You want to take the survivors back for interrogation? It's 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 firm, but Brin thought of the psionic ability that the other party could easily find himself and the natives, and could easily aim at the target in the dark, so he stopped expressing his opinion: "Okay, but I have to wait a little longer, wait Stop the bleeding."

"So fast?" Ian raised his head in surprise, he no longer hid, and the water-colored halo circulated in his pupils, looking at Brin's wound.

In the precognitive vision, Brin is a thick white human figure with a faint layer of blood on his body, which seems to have just faded from a thicker color.

And the place where the blood was the thickest was the lower lung where he was stabbed by the knife hand before.

However, when Ian brought back the knife hand, Brin applied the potion on himself, and now the bloody wound was fading at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally gradually turned into a slightly richer red than other parts of the body.

"alright."

Brin stood up staggeringly, and the tall herbal picker said in a low voice, "It's still bleeding inside, but it won't affect the action until tomorrow... I'll be the swordsman."

After finishing speaking, he grabbed the twisted body of the native swordsman with one hand and held it under his armpit.

"The physical fitness of the Terra people is really incredible. Brin is like this, and so are the natives. They were broken all over by my bucket, 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 he had seen the abnormal damage resistance and self-healing ability of the Terrans, every time he found it incredible: "If I hadn't dissected it, I'm afraid it was true. You will feel that they are only human in appearance.”

"Don't worry yet." Putting down his thoughts, Ian signaled Brin to continue to rest: "I'm going to search for something on the natives. Maybe there are clues to their attacks, and maybe there will be some gains."

"I listen to you."

Brin nodded—after the battle just now, he had fully understood that the kid Ian was stronger, smarter...even more mature than he had imagined.

His plans and opinions are definitely better than his own.

Ian turned his head and continued to look at the corpses of the other two aborigines without closing the vision horizon.

In order to defeat the natives in a short period of time, he used the source quality he stored in the virtual source seed to strengthen his physical fitness.

The light blue halo is the manifestation of the source quality chip in his body surging in the capillaries and muscles of his limbs along with the blood flow.

Because the battle ended quickly, he didn't consume much source quality. In order to save his life, there was no saying whether he lost or lost, but he felt that he should still be able to recover some losses from the enemy.

Surprisingly, there was a bit of blue mist flowing on their bodies.

"Sure enough, there are gains."

Stepping forward, Ian saw the blue mist in a small pouch on the waist of the native hunter. He opened it directly and found large light brown seeds inside.

The seeds are similar to almonds, exuding a mellow aroma, with regular zigzag lines on the outside, about the size of the thumb of his eight-year-old child.

The feeling the seeds give him is a sense of intense dynamism and a sense of danger. Just smelling the smell, the boy feels a little irritating—the perfume is very fragrant, but if it is too strong, it will be smelly, and it will be difficult to put it in the mouth. It's impossible to drink well, that's the reason.

Crisis and harvest coexist.

Afterwards, Brin's surprised words also confirmed Ian's premonition: "The core of the soma tree fruit? It's a good thing they didn't have time to eat it, otherwise, we probably wouldn't be able to leave alive!"

"Soma tree? Oh, it's a wine tree."

When I first heard the scientific name of Suma tree, Ian didn't realize it for a while, but Hilliard's teaching was really useful these days. He immediately recalled that among the many wonderful sublimation plants in the Baisen Mountains, the kind commonly known as wine Sublime plant of the tree.

As the name suggests, the sap of the wine tree is a natural wood wine containing alcohol, and the fruit is also a treasure for brewing fruit wine. It contains natural and easily absorbed sources, and can be used as a stimulant without sequelae.

In Port Harrison, there is a high-end brewery that specializes in selling Soma wine. Its customers are wealthy businessmen and nobles. Because it is said that Soma wine has that kind of invigorating effect, the supply has been in short supply.

However, the core of the fruit of the soma tree is different. It contains too many excitatory substances and impurities, which is poisonous. If it is chewed and swallowed, it will make people "drunk to death" in a few minutes. ——A large amount of source material and excitatory substances will seep into the blood circulation through the mucous membrane, causing the brain to be hypoxic and necrotic. At the same time, the swallower will burst out the limit of the body in a short period of time. Hitting half of them doesn't stop these 'drunk' people from dying again.

But even so, the refined extract of Suma fruit core is still the key material of the true form inheritance "Selfless Warrior".

That is a heritage that can burn one's own life when necessary, put oneself in slow destruction, but destroy the enemy quickly.

"What kind of indigenous method of suicide rage potion."

After making a complaint, Ian took back these fruit cores, and his brows were frowned: "The natives actually let the hunter team carry this kind of thing that is used for life and death... What are they going to do?"

Although the indigenous tribes have a large number of hunters, hunters cannot be consumed at will, not to mention that these hardcore hunters are the pillars supporting a tribe, and the one who can make them do this... can only be the "big man" respected by the natives of the redwood forest. Shaman'!

Shaking his head, Ian stopped thinking about it.

Except for the soma fruit core, the only thing on the natives that has been smeared with the poisonous dart wood poison is considered valuable, but this thing is too dangerous, and it is not an expert who will poison himself if he is not careful. Ian himself does not intend to use it, so he used it on the spot Stones smashed and destroyed.

The three aboriginal hunters had a total of nine soma tree cores, and Ian handed three to Brin.

After all, without Brin attracting attention and restraining the enemy, he couldn't easily deal with all the hunters.

Out of face and arrogance, the herbal picker wanted to refuse—his life was saved by Ian, how could he have the face to accept it? What's more, it's too weird to take spoils from a child, he can't accept it!

But Ian gave too much.