The central part of the Southern Wilderness is the ancestral land of the Rat Tribe.
This is a forest that has been burned by fire. There are a lot of scorch marks in the forest. The collapsed houses are covered with grass, and the underground caves are also covered with moss.
The gray rat was walking among the ruins, feeling very sad.
The rat tribe was once strong and prosperous, but now it has fallen apart and has no fixed residence.
He saw a huge stone. The totem pattern of the rat tribe was carved on the huge stone, but it was also damaged. There were marks of burning, smearing, and knocking on it.
The gray rat stroked the totem pattern, looked at the desolate and dilapidated tribe, and secretly clenched his fists.
"If I can succeed in becoming the leader this time..."
Gray Rat did not say the next words, because he knew very well that it was almost impossible to restore the rat tribe to its former prosperity and strength.
The totem god of the rat tribe has died. Without the protection of the totem god, it would be difficult to survive in this dangerous land.
The gray rat walked around the dilapidated ancestral land, then returned to the big stone with totem patterns carved on it, and took out five kinds of paint, a bag of water, and a pitted stone.
He first poured black paint into the pits of the stone, then poured some water, stirred it, dipped his fingers in the paint, and painted the totem pattern of the rat tribe on his face.
The totem pattern of the rat tribe is the image of a rat head with bared teeth, which looks very fierce.
Squirrel had already drawn the totem pattern for himself countless times, and he finished it quickly as he was familiar with the routine.
Then he poured out the black paint, cleaned the pits, and started using the second paint.
The second one was green. After he mixed it with water, he directly drew a horizontal line on his left and right cheeks.
This is a warrior pattern, which represents a warrior's strength and is also a kind of honor.
Warrior patterns are particular. One color can only use green to draw one pattern. Two-color warriors can use green and red to draw two lines. Three-color warriors can use green, red, and yellow to draw three lines... and so on.
Squirrel used to be a relatively weak warrior of one color and could only draw one warrior pattern.
But now, after finishing one painting, he did not stop and directly started to mix the second paint and paint the second red warrior pattern.
After finishing the second line, he immediately drew the third line of yellow warrior patterns and the fourth line of blue warrior patterns!
After drawing four warrior patterns in a row, he stopped his slightly trembling hands, feeling indescribably excited.
This was the first time he painted four-color warrior patterns. He felt as if he was in a dream, which was particularly unreal.
In just one winter, he went from a weak one-color warrior to a powerful four-color warrior. No one would believe him if he told him.
But all this does not come without a cost.
In the gray rat's body, the seed left by the divine vine had sprouted and wrapped around his heart. A green vine grew out of his back.
This green vine is usually like a tattoo, hidden under his skin. It will be revealed when it needs nourishment or when the squirrel encounters an accident.
New vines need to absorb a lot of nutrients, so squirrels often involuntarily walk into dangerous primeval forests, actively or passively grabbing prey for the vines.
When he encounters prey that he cannot deal with, the vine will appear, kill the prey, and absorb the flesh and blood essence of the prey.
In return, every time Shen Teng absorbs a prey, he will give part of the essence to the squirrel to strengthen his muscles, bones, internal organs, etc.
Therefore, the gray rat's strength can be rapidly improved in a short period of time and become a powerful four-color warrior.
At the same time, gray rats can also take away the skins, teeth, etc. of their prey, in exchange for a large amount of supplies for themselves.
In addition to using these supplies for himself, he would also bring them back to the gathering place and tell others that he had stolen the items based on his ability.
Some of the things he dedicated directly to the leader, so that the leader would look upon him with admiration and even treat him as a confidant. Some of the things were distributed privately to some rat tribe warriors he was optimistic about to win people's hearts.
As Jiang Xuan said, as long as the gray rat does not betray the Vine tribe, this seed will bring him huge benefits.
But if Gray Rat had the idea of getting rid of the Vine Tribe, or even betraying the Vine Tribe, Shen Teng could kill him at any time.
After drawing the totem pattern, the chinchilla's eyes became sharp.
He checked his weapons and quenched the poison on the blades of each weapon.
Afterwards, he took everything with him and took one last look at the dilapidated ancestral land and the blurred totem patterns on the boulders. Then he straightened his back and strode towards the direction of his residence.
His strength is already strong enough, and he doesn't want to hold back any longer.
He wants to kill the leader and replace him!
That night, the squirrel returned to the area where it lived and hid, not showing up for the time being.
The rat tribe warriors who had gone out to steal and hunt came out of caves one after another, and then disappeared into the forest.
The Rat tribe is different from other tribes in that they are used to sleeping during the day and going out at night.
The squirrel hid in a cave, recharged his energy, and continued to wait patiently.
The night passed quickly.
The next day, when it was just dawn, the rat tribe warriors who had gone out came back one after another.
At this time, the leader of the rat tribe leading these warriors will appear on the ground to check today's harvest.
In the area where Gray Rat is located, there are about two hundred rat tribe members. Except for the old and the weak, everyone else needs to go out to hunt, gather and steal.
As for the tribesmen who are sick and unable to move, as well as disabled tribesmen, they will be driven out ruthlessly by the leader, leaving them to fend for themselves in the dangerous virgin forest.
As the sky gradually grew brighter, more than two hundred tribesmen had gathered, and the leader finally appeared.
He emerged from a forest, carrying a plump gray rabbit in his hand.
In the tribal era when no one had enough to eat, as a leader, he also needed to work, and the same was true for the leader of the Rat Tribe.
The leader put the gray rabbit on the ground and began to check the tribesmen's harvest today.
This is the happiest time of his day, because he can choose the best things for himself from what he has harvested.
This is one of the privileges of being a leader.
The gray rat was refreshed and came out of the cave. He was holding a spear. There was also a bronze sword coin given to him by Jiang Xuan hidden in his animal skin coat. The blade was sharpened by him and the poison was quenched.
The gray rat lowered his head as usual and quickly walked to the leader's side.
The leader was busy picking out good things at this time. When he saw the squirrel coming, he glanced in his direction.
"Squirrel, you came just in time, help me find out which piece of animal meat is the most delicious..."
The leader paused mid-sentence because he saw that there were four warrior lines on the gray rat's face.
You know, even the leader himself is just a three-color warrior with only three warrior lines on his face.
The leader's face darkened and he said displeasedly: "Squirrel, you are just a warrior of one color. What qualifications do you have to draw four warrior patterns? Why don't you wipe them off quickly?"
Squirrel Xiangruo said in a panic: "Chief, I just...just want to have fun...wipe it off now, wipe it off now..."
As he spoke, he had already walked up to the leader. He held a spear in his hand and pretended to raise his head to wipe the warrior lines on his face.
When his hand was raised to a certain height, a fierce light appeared in his eyes, and he held the spear in both hands and stabbed the leader fiercely!
No one expected such a change to happen, including the leader who had previously regarded Squirrel as a confidant.
The distance between the two was too close. When the leader wanted to escape, it was already too late.
"puff!"
The spear pierced the leader's chest hard and spun around.
"you……"
Blood gushed out, and the leader felt that his strength was being drained quickly.
He wanted to fight back, but the numb feeling in his body made him lose the strength to fight back.
That spear is quenched with poison!
"boom!"
The gray rat kicked the leader to the ground, pulled out his spear, and stabbed him in the neck again.
"Gulu gulu..."
"Ho...ho..."
The leader's hands were weakly covering his neck, and his eyes were staring at the squirrel, very unwillingly.
All this is said to be very slow, but actually only happens in a very short period of time.
When the surrounding rat tribe warriors reacted, the leader had already been stabbed to death by two gray rat spears.
"Squirrel killed the leader!"
"kill him!"
The leader also cultivated a few real cronies. After these cronies reacted, they immediately charged towards the gray rat with weapons in their hands.
It's a pity that they are only two-color warriors, and Gray Rat is now a four-color warrior.
"Puff puff!"
The gray rat easily walked through the siege of several people, the spear in his hand was constantly stained with blood, and not long after, the former leader's cronies also fell in a pool of blood.
Until their death, they were unwilling to believe that the gray rat had become so powerful.
Most of the other rat tribe members had benefited from the gray rat during this period, and the leader was dead. The gray rat seemed very powerful, and for a while, they didn't know what to do.
At this moment, Gray Rat held up the bloody spear, stepped on the chest of the original leader, and said: "From today on, I am your leader. If anyone is not convinced, just come over and give it a try!"
The people of the rat tribe were timid to begin with, but now the gray rat looks like a god of death, making them very afraid. Who would dare to step on it?
One of the tribesmen who had been enveloped by the gray rat was the first to shout: "Leader Gray Rat, Chief Gray Rat..."
Immediately afterwards, some other people who had a good relationship with the squirrel also reacted and started shouting.
People follow the herd, so when a group of people are shouting, others can only follow and shout loudly, for fear that the squirrel will think that they are not convinced and kill them.
The gray rat finally smiled on his face as he listened to the shouts of more than two hundred tribesmen.
From today on, he is no longer a nobody, but a tribal leader who manages more than 200 people!
Of course, his ambitions don't stop there. He hopes to recruit other forces from the Rat Tribe in the future, rebuild the Rat Tribe, and become a true tribal leader!
