"The answer is psionics!"
Ian does not intend to continue hiding. Now that the breeding plant and surrounding villages have been attacked, the natives must be planning something that no one knows about but is extremely dangerous.
Instead of hiding his clumsiness, he might as well show his potential now, so that he might be able to get some resources as a guarantee before danger comes.
"Sure enough, you awakened your spiritual power at that time..."
A little shocked, but mostly envious. In his recent observations, Brin had actually determined that Ian was a psyker, so he wasn't too surprised.
What shocked him even more was that the other party could actually throw the Supor sleeping powder, which was not easy to collect for the natives, as a hidden weapon without a trace of hesitation: "What a waste... I really want to use the sleeping powder as a hidden weapon, completely." You can add some powdered insect repellent seeds and bark residue of lacquerwood, and the effect will be just as good, but the price is only one-tenth of the price!"
Although a bag of confusion powder that can confuse people for five or six seconds costs several thalers, but as a hidden weapon, the price/performance ratio is much better.
"That's all for the future. Life is most important now."
After placing Brin in place and letting him rest for a while, Ian walked into the forest and picked up a dying, twisted human form with only one breath left.
It was the indigenous swordsman who had been in shock after his arm was broken by the bucket he threw with all his strength, and his spine was even damaged.
Ian is actually not as tall as this indigenous hunter, and his figure is more slender. With his beautiful face, he looks polite and should appear at the dance banquet.
But he showed strength far beyond his own size, easily picked up the indigenous swordsman who was probably heavier than him, and threw it in front of Brin.
"how?"
Brin, who was resting with his eyes closed, was startled, but when he opened his eyes and saw the natives foaming at the mouth, he immediately understood: "You want to bring a living person back for interrogation? This is 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 concise, and his tone was firm, but Brin thought that the other party could easily detect him and the indigenous people, and could easily aim at the target's psychic powers in the dark, so he stopped expressing his opinion: "Okay, but I have to wait a little longer. Stop the bleeding from the wound.”
"So fast?" Ian raised his head in surprise. He no longer hid it, and the water-colored halo flowed in his pupils, looking at Bryn's wound.
In the precognitive vision, Brin is a thick white humanoid with a faint layer of blood hanging on his body, which seems to have just faded from the denser color.
The place where the blood was the most intense was exactly where his lower lung was stabbed by the knife hand.
However, when Ian brought the knife hand back, Bryn applied medicine to himself, and the bloody wound was fading at a speed visible to the naked eye, and eventually turned into a red that was slightly richer than the rest of the body.
"alright."
Brin stood up unsteadily, and the tall herb collector said in a loud voice: "It's still bleeding inside, but it won't affect the movement until tomorrow... I will be the knifeman."
After speaking, he grabbed the twisted body of the native swordsman with one hand and held it under his arm.
"The physical fitness of the Terran people is really incredible. Brin is like this, and so are the natives. They were smashed by my bucket and their whole bodies were broken, but they still managed to survive."
Seeing this scene, Ian couldn't help but sigh in his heart. Although it wasn't the first time he saw the abnormal damage resistance and self-healing abilities of the Terran people, he still found it incredible every time: "If I hadn't dissected it, I'd probably really You will feel that they are only human in appearance.”
"Don't worry yet." Putting aside his thoughts, Ian signaled Brin to continue resting: "I'm going to search for something on those natives. There may be clues to their attack, and maybe I'll gain something."
"It's all up to you."
Bryn nodded - after the battle just now, he fully understood that Ian, the kid, was stronger, smarter... and even more mature than he thought.
His plans and opinions are definitely better than my own.
Ian turned his head, without closing his precognitive vision, and continued to look at the bodies of the other two natives.
In order to defeat the natives in a short period of time, he used the essence stored in his virtual source species to strengthen his physical fitness.
The light blue halo was the manifestation of the source matter chips in his body flowing in the capillaries and muscles of his limbs as his blood flowed.
Because the battle ended quickly, he didn't consume much essence. In order to save his life, there was no point in saying whether it was a loss or not, but he felt that he should still be able to recover some losses from the enemy.
Surprisingly, there was actually a little bit of blue light mist flowing on their bodies.
"It really paid off."
Stepping forward, Ian saw the blue light mist in a small bag on the waist of the indigenous hunter. He opened it directly and found that there were large light brown seeds inside.
The seeds resemble almonds, exude a mellow aroma, and have regular zigzag patterns on their surface, about the size of his eight-year-old child's thumb.
The feeling the seeds gave him was an intense sense of dynamism, as well as a sense of danger. Just smelling it made the boy feel a little irritated - the perfume was very fragrant, but if it was too strong, it would stink, and it would be unpleasant to put it into his mouth. It can't taste good, that's why.
Crisis and gain coexist.
Later, Brin's surprised words also confirmed Ian's premonition: "The core of the Soma tree fruit? Fortunately, they didn't have time to eat it, otherwise, we probably wouldn't be able to leave alive!"
"Soma tree? Oh, it's the wine tree."
When he first heard the scientific name of Soma Tree, Ian didn't react for a while, but Hilliard's teachings were indeed useful these days. He immediately recalled that among the many wonderful sublimation plants in the Byson Mountains, the plant commonly known as wine Tree of sublime plants.
As the name suggests, the sap of the wine tree is a natural wood wine containing alcohol. The fruit is also a treasure for making fruit wine. It contains natural and easily absorbed sources and can be used as a stimulant without sequelae.
There is a high-end brewing shop in Harrison Port that specializes in selling Somo wine. Its customers are wealthy businessmen and nobles. Because Somo wine is said to have stimulating properties, the supply has always been in short supply.
The core of the Soma tree fruit is different. It contains too many exciting substances and impurities, which are toxic to the point. If it is chewed and swallowed, people will be 'drunk to death' within a few minutes. ——A large amount of source substances and exciting substances will penetrate into the blood circulation through the mucous membrane, causing the brain to suffer from hypoxia and necrosis. However, at the same time, the person who swallows it will explode to the limit of his body's strength in a short period of time, regardless of pain, and even his brain will be damaged. Even beating half of them away won't stop these people who have already been 'drunk to death' from dying again.
But even so, the refined extract of Soma fruit core is still a key material for the True Form inheritance of the 'Selfless Fighter'.
That is a heritage that can burn one's own life when necessary, subject oneself to slow destruction, but quickly destroy the enemy.
"What kind of homemade suicidal rage potion."
After making a complaint, Ian took back the cores and frowned: "The natives actually let the hunting team carry such a thing that is used for survival, or even for death... What on earth are they going to do?"
Although the indigenous tribes have a large number of people, the hunters cannot be consumed at will. What's more, these backbone hunters are the pillars that support a tribe. The one who can allow them to achieve this point... can only be the big one respected by the indigenous people in the redwood forest. Shaman'!
Shaking his head, Ian stopped thinking about this.
Apart from the soma core, the only thing the natives had on their bodies was the blow dart smeared with curare wood venom, which was of some value. However, this thing was too dangerous. Not an expert could accidentally poison himself. Ian didn't plan to use it himself, so he used it on the spot. Stones were smashed and destroyed.
The three indigenous hunters had a total of nine Somo tree cores. Ian handed three to Brin.
After all, without Breen to attract attention and contain the enemy, he would not be able to easily kill all the hunters.
Out of face and momentum, the herb collector wanted to refuse - his life was saved by Ian, so how could he have the nerve to accept it? What's more, it's too weird for a child to take a trophy from his hands, and he can't accept it!
But Ian gave too much.
