"The blood of one warrior must be repaid with a hundred Imperial men."
As he spoke, his hands did not stop.
The Great Shaman will be located in the box. Although it has been taken out long ago, the two hearts that are still beating bright red are gently picked up.
Then, he placed it gently in the crucible, which had completely turned into a bright red color, like magma and boiling blood.
As the heart sinks into the medicinal mud, the ritual is completed.
While holding his breath, there was a flash of spiritual light visible to the naked eye.
The turbid medicinal mud in the crucible became pure and deep in an instant, and the red blood paste transformed into another ink-like medicinal juice in a few breaths.
A clear and pure 'blood ink'.
And at the moment when the blood ink was taking shape, a gust of wind rose out of thin air, and a mountain cry suddenly sounded from the mountainside outside the big shaman's tent, like the shouts and roars of ancient ancestors, making all the totem poles shake.
The cry spread all the way to the redwood swamp at the foot of the mountain. The sudden strong wind swept every branch, leaf and trunk in the forest, making the entire jungle noisy. The mist miasma above the swamp rose up, spreading a colorful color.
Thirty-two hunters were kneeling on their knees at the moment, crawling on both sides of the tent. Animu picked up the medicine pot. He stretched out his hand and reached into it. He didn't care that the bright red concoction and blood ink in the medicine pot were far thicker than boiling water. Be piping hot several times.
Then, the old man used his hand as a pen, dipped it in blood ink, motioned the hunters to raise their foreheads, and then slowly drew bloody lines on the foreheads of the hunters.
Every hunter couldn't help but show joy, and then his expression turned painful, but he gritted his teeth and endured it - bright red blood lines spread along the forehead towards the inside of the flesh, spread between breaths, implanted between muscles and organs, making Breathing becomes heavy.
In the bodies of a few hunters who are extremely adapted to this blood ink, tiny scales develop.
The air is filled with the smell of earth and sea breeze. It is the smell of mountains and tides, and is a sign of the awakening of the spirit of mountain tides.
Animu drew lines with blood ink for the thirty-two warrior hunters one after another, but he did not stop and walked all the way to the redwood swamp.
In his ears, the tremors of many totems and the calls of spirits slowly converged into one, surging like a tide.
As time passed, the roaring sound gradually became clearer, and finally turned into a deep and low murmur coming from the depths of the swamp.
【life……】
Allowing this vague but soul-shaking spiritual sound to roar back and forth in his ears, Animu looked solemn. The blood and ink in the crucible in his hand had dried up, and the medicine residue had completely solidified and turned pale.
Only two hearts, one big and one small, were left, which were extremely bright red and beating violently, containing extremely strong life force.
"Lord of the mountains, son of the sea, the pulsation of the tides, the mountain call of the earth... This is a sacrifice that belongs exclusively to you, a life dedicated to you."
Reciting ancient sacrificial words, the old shaman stepped into the center of the quagmire.
Then, he placed the medicine jar on the turbid swamp water and turned around to leave.
The redwood swamp was shaking slightly, and all the trees in the forest were shaking.
In the center of the swamp, the quagmire began to rotate, sucking the medicine jar into the depths. The invisible spiritual voice roared loudly, followed closely by a greedy sucking sound.
If you look down from halfway up the mountain, you can vaguely see that deep in the swamp, which is regarded as a sacred place by the redwood tribe, there is a huge shadow shaking and stirring.
Its shape is winding and circling, with six scarlet light sources lighting up under the mud.
It squirmed at the bottom of the mire, emitting vibrations and howls that were inaudible to humans.
The pure sacrifice that took place in the ancestral land of the Sequoia Aboriginal people did not cause any changes in a short period of time.
But there is no doubt that something has happened.
After a while, the sky fell and Harrison Harbor entered dusk.
It was already evening, and Ian lit the fire in the house. He used a fire stick to stir the charcoal in the stove, causing a handful of golden-red sparks to shoot out from the gap between the stove and the pot, bringing up a puff of smoke.
As the fire grew stronger, more firewood was added. After the boy who was cooking porridge and preparing dinner made sure that everything was ready, he got up and went to the cupboard nearby to take out the concentration herbal water that had been sitting for a day.
——Boom!
A white light pierced the dark sky, thunder sounded, and heavy rain began to fall in Harrison Port again.
Ian, who picked up the potion, turned his head and looked out the window. Fine raindrops covered the entire land. The rolling rain clouds in the sky were faintly rolling with unformed thunder. From time to time, a real lightning struck down, lighting up the entire port and coast.
"Normal tropical weather is unlikely to be this bad."
Shaking his head slightly, after hearing five thunder explosions in three minutes, Ian knew that the weather in other worlds must have more variables than in his hometown.
However, the thunderstorms that occur every two days in Harrison Port in summer, and can even attract a large group of thunder-hunting jellyfish to the not-so-distant Wai Chan Cliff, are obviously not within the scope of normal conditions.
The thunder that shone and dissipated in the clouds contained an aura that made Ian instinctively uneasy.
He had a vague hunch that his teacher's mission was related to the real cause of this weird weather.
But now is not the time to think about that.
After the concentration potion had been left for a day, it exuded a peculiar fragrance. If Ian had to describe it, it would be the smell of mint-flavored toilet water mixed with cooling oil. Just by lightly sniffing, you could feel a slight cooling sensation from the tip of your nose to the lungs.
After careful observation, Ian noticed that the quality of the water on the surface of the potion was different from normal water. He opened his precognitive vision and the faint blue halo emitted from the upper half of the pot proved his point.
"It seems that the effective part of Ningshen grass and other herbs is a substance lighter than water. After boiling and letting it sit for one night, the medicinal quality will rise. This is the simplest and most effective purification step."
Although he was thinking and summarizing in his mind, Ian's hands did not stop.
After arriving in the room where his younger brother Elan was, he simply followed Elder Puder's instructions, scooped up a spoonful of water with a clean wooden spoon, fed it to his younger brother who was still dreaming, and then took it out from the bottom of the medicine jar. The medicinal residue, which had turned into light green powder, was applied around the other person's temples and forehead.
"~"
Ellan was still asleep, and opened his eyes due to the stimulation of the potion. The toddler looked at Ian with wide eyes, and looked at his brother for several seconds, then showed a very comfortable expression, closed his eyes and fell asleep. .
"The effect is pretty good, my eyes are moving a lot."
Ian was not surprised by this, because before using it on Elan, he had already used his precognitive vision to predict that the potion was in no way dangerous and could even be very beneficial.
Soon, he himself followed the instructions and took a small amount of the remaining concentration potion.
After a spoonful of the potion entered his throat, he didn't feel anything at first, but soon, Ian couldn't help but tremble slightly.
A cold feeling spread along the throat, stomach and even the entire digestive tract, spreading throughout the body.
This feeling suddenly made Ian, who had been a little dizzy and exhausted from practicing psychic powers all afternoon, suddenly wake up. It was like taking a cold shower when he was confused, and he was temporarily full of energy.
Even if you eat and drink enough and have plenty of energy, if you use your spiritual power for too long, you will feel as painful as staying up all night and overexerting your brain.
When he was most tired in the afternoon, Ian even felt that his brain was like a red iron block, hot and painful, with a swelling feeling as if it was red, swollen and inflamed.
After resting for a while, the discomfort has subsided a lot. But after taking this condensing water, Ian immediately noticed that his originally heated brain and body were rapidly cooling down, and a comfortable feeling of coolness continued to flow out.
If I had to make an analogy, Ian felt that this kind of comfort was no less than that of finally going home and eating ice cream in an air-conditioned room after running outside all morning when the temperature was 42 degrees in summer.
"The medicine is really good!"
Ian couldn't help but admire it, but he also knew very well that this concentration herbal water was definitely worth a lot of money. Just a small bag like this could probably be sold for seven or eight thalers. A few bags combined could equal his uncle's original salary for a year.
The elder handed a whole box of medicine to himself. This behavior cannot be called generous. It was as incredible as throwing money into water and hearing the sound.
It can only be said that this resource, which is quite precious to civilians, is probably just a consumable for a trial for nobles and big shots.
"It's not poisonous anyway, so it's useless if you don't use it."
Hilliard hadn't returned yet, and Ian didn't wait for him. He finished the porridge and settled dinner by himself.
After eating and drinking, he sat quietly by the window, closed his eyes, and tried to sense the source seed while the concentration potion was still in effect and he was refreshed and clear.
Because of the guidance of teacher Hilliard, and because he recently ate a Warcraft-level salmon that contained a large amount of essence.
Ian quickly sensed the existence of the source matter in his body and the virtual source species.
For a moment, he heard a slight 'crash' sound, like the surging tide.
Ian knew that it was the synaesthesia caused by the flow of fragments of source matter in his blood. It was flowing in every corner of his body, subtly increasing his physical quality.
"The source of energy flows a little faster today, and the afternoon practice seems to be really useful."
The essence flows back and forth along Ian's body and heart along the blood circulation system. The muscles, internal organs and even cells in his body are greedily absorbing the essence and absorbing the energy of life.
But the real big head is still the virtual source species located in the heart.
A large number of source matter fragments poured into it, and were absorbed and compressed by the automatically operating source seeds, and condensed into a truly regular source matter.
Ian concentrated, and every detail of the originally blurry virtual source species became clear and detailed.
Based on his past professional work experience, these two days of practice and observation have given him a considerable understanding of the structure of source species.
Abandoning all fancy adjectives and cultural connotations, Yuanzhong is simply a storage and conversion device.
Its structure is similar to a turbocharger, operating with the power generated by heart pulsation and breathing. The source material produced after the food is digested will enter the blood, and then be collected by the source species, refined and extracted, then stored and released when needed.
Origin is a special kind of life energy. A small amount of essence fragments flowing in the blood circulation system can increase a person's physical quality.
The highly pure source matter is released by the source species and enters the body organs, which will greatly increase the physical quality in a short period of time.
It includes absolute strength, nerve reflexes, exercise tolerance, regeneration ability and physical toughness, all of which are improved in all aspects.
In the world of Terra, if an ordinary person who lives a normal daily routine and eats normally is forced to a desperate situation, the essence naturally preserved in the body may explode, releasing power far beyond his own limit in a short period of time.
A mother pushing a carriage and kicking a big rock away with one hand in order to protect her children in a critical moment is not magical news in the world of Terra, but is something that is completely normal. Rather, it would be strange if it didn't happen.
Ordinary people can do this, let alone the Ascended Reserves who hold the Source Seed?
Take Ian himself as an example. After eating a World of Warcraft salmon, even though his body is still weak and he is only an eight-year-old child, if the essence accumulated in the source species is completely released, he can become a teenager in his teens. Within minutes, he exerted strength comparable to that of an adult man.
Of course, the real effect of source matter is definitely not to be used as a consumable.
As the essence of life, sublimators accumulate essence in order to condense sublimation organs.
If the source material only improves the body's quality for a short period of time, and then returns to normal after it is consumed, or even overdraws all energy, then the sublimation organ has the power in the normal state to be comparable to the power of the source material when it explodes, especially in most cases.
Therefore, unless it is a truly desperate situation, Ian feels that no sublimated person will use the source of his own storage indiscriminately.
