Chapter 62: The Return
When the day dawned, Zhang Yang and Wu Yuan had already escaped for more than fifty miles in one breath, and the saber-toothed tiger king did not catch up with them.
This is almost certain.
Because compared to Gai, the Tiger traitor, they only killed ten Tiger people, and the hatred value is not at the same level at all.
But if they had not escaped last night, then with the ten tiger heads hanging there and some secret arrangements made nearby, the saber-toothed tiger king might have really eaten them alive once it appeared.
Of course, the more likely scenario is that both of them suffer losses, and the third party benefits.
As expected of the male lead, he is smart and cunning, and even good at setting traps for others.
"Stop, it's safe here for now. Wu Yuan, go wash off the bloody smell on your body and gather the murderous aura in your body. We can't just let this matter go."
Zhang Yang looked around and said casually.
"Village chief, there are still 59 hours left in the countdown to the new mission. Shouldn't we head to the tiger territory immediately?" Wu Yuan asked. He still felt a little guilty now, because if they hadn't been confused by Gai, they wouldn't have to start the hidden plot in a daze, and ended up suppressing the time within three days. This really cost them their lives.
"No hurry, let's kill the saber-tooth tiger king first. Do you think the tiger tribe is a pushover? They have hundreds of warriors. If we don't go there when the time is right, we will just be delivering food to them."
"Still killing?"
Wu Yuan was stunned, he couldn't believe it. Last night he had accumulated such perfect strength, but you couldn't kill him with just one word, so I ran away with you and all my efforts were wasted. Now I have to go back and kill him again. You can't play it like this.
"Don't just stand there. As the saying goes, if you want to do your work well, you must first sharpen your tools. Last night our weapons were not strong enough, and you could kill nothing. So this morning I will give you a tree of ironwood to grow, and you can cut it into a spear or a wooden spear that is suitable for your use."
"Secondly, I have to break the suppression of the melee profession's murderous aura on me, otherwise I won't be able to help in the battle."
"Third, I have made great progress in my research on the fireball spell in the past few days. I will see if I can upgrade the power of the fireball spell."
"As for the last part, I will try to see if I can extract magic power from the blood of these fierce beasts."
"We don't fight unprepared battles."
After he finished speaking in one breath, Zhang Yang started to get busy. He now had a complete set of plans, so although time was tight, he was still very confident.
Half an hour later, Zhang Yang first threw away a ball of rare beast blood wrapped in a soul force field.
"So that's how it is. There's not even a bit of demonic power in the blood of fierce beasts? They really are just relying on the strength of their bodies to explode. So if a wild beast advances to a demon, it's equivalent to a human wizard, and if it advances to a fierce beast, it's equivalent to a warrior. This power system is really simple and old-fashioned, but it's also extremely reliable, and they can restrain each other."
Zhang Yang grinned. If the saber-toothed tiger king was a monster, he wouldn't have to be so alert and embarrassed. He could just cast a set of confinement spells on it and start the battle.
"It seems that I not only need to break the murderous aura of the melee profession, but also find a way to increase the power of the imprisonment spell. However, I am afraid that it will be too late for the latter, and there are not many ways, because the imprisonment spell is a constant spell. The power of the spell itself does not change, but changes with the soul strength level of the caster."
While thinking, Zhang Yang did not stop, and quickly found a suitable tree around, then opened his soul force field and began to nurture it. Now that his soul force field is stronger, the nurturing process will be faster.
Just one hour later, Zhang Yang withdrew his soul force field and stepped back a few steps. Without his command, Wu Yuan, who had been prepared, stepped forward quickly with a bronze dagger in his hand.
"Village chief, please step back a little further, because the hardness of this ironwood is too hard for this bronze dagger to cut, so I need to use some other methods."
"Murderous aura? Can you tell me the principle and basic usage of this power?" Zhang Yang asked immediately. If he wanted to break the murderous aura of a melee profession, he had to start with Wu Yuan.
Wu Yuan was stunned for a moment, then he understood Zhang Yang's intention. "The name 'Murderous Aura Field' is good, but I don't know the principle. I can only say that this kind of power is not simply obtained by accumulating murderous aura, but is a higher-level change obtained through the continuous accumulation of power. For example, this is it."
As Wu Yuan spoke, he held a bronze dagger in each hand. He poked Tiemu with the dagger in his left hand, leaving only a white dot. He poked again with the dagger in his right hand, and it penetrated all the way in like cutting tofu.
"This is your power, village chief, and this is my power. We use the same bronze dagger, but the results are so different. As long as the power reaches a certain level, even a small branch can be transformed into something magical. This is probably why your imprisonment spell is ineffective against me. It is very simple, but difficult to break, unless your spell level is higher."
"As you said, the iron wood I nurtured for you is not of much significance?" Zhang Yang frowned.
"Of course not, Village Chief. What I just said only applies to opponents who are weaker than me. However, when facing the Sabretooth Tiger King, it is very necessary to have a better weapon, because a stronger weapon can withstand my power, you see."
Wu Yuan suddenly rubbed his hands together, and the bronze dagger was crumpled into a ball.
Zhang Yang was silent for a long time. "I understand. If I nurture a harder ironwood for you, will you be able to kill the saber-toothed tiger king without my help?"
"Yes, village chief, that's the theory, so you don't need to break the murderous aura. The conflict between melee professions and professions like yours is inherent, so how can it be perfect? No matter how you break it, as long as you get within a hundred meters of any melee fighter like me, you're almost dead."
"But if we keep our distance, I don't think I can withstand the bombardment of the big fireball. Of course, I'm referring to the terrifying big fireball we encountered when we fought against the orc mage that day."
Zhang Yang fell silent again. Wu Yuan's words made him realize that he really wanted to understand everything he saw. Relying on his soul force field, he wanted to figure out everything.
Actually, not necessarily. He cannot be perfect in every aspect. Instead of wasting time, he might as well concentrate on discovering and improving what he is best at.
For example, wooden spears, fireballs, confinement spells, and soul force fields. If these four types can continue to improve, it would be very powerful.
So he asked again solemnly:
"If I can cultivate stronger ironwood for you, are you sure you can kill that saber-toothed tiger king?"
"Yes, Village Chief, I am very sure that a good weapon can make up for the power gap between us." Wu Yuan also said solemnly.
"Okay, wait!"
Zhang Yang also became ruthless. He had never tried to nurture Tiemu to its full potential because it was a waste of soul power and there was no need for it.
But now he's going to give it a try.
Wu Yuan nodded and stepped aside, his eyes full of anticipation.
At this time, Zhang Yang was not busy nurturing the tree. Instead, he raised his head and looked up at the big tree which had become very different, from its crown, treetops, to every leaf.
The soul force field was released, but there was no compression at all. It just enveloped it calmly, like an invisible cloud.
Zhang Yang put aside all distractions and imagined himself as a big tree. His feet turned into roots digging deep into the ground, his body turned into a trunk to withstand the strong winds and rain, and his head turned into a canopy to see farther and higher. No, it was to grab more sunlight.
As this thought flashed through his mind, he suddenly felt warm all over. Even the scorching sun in the sky was no longer dazzling. All the leaves cheered. A mysterious power was being absorbed and gathered by him bit by bit.
Then this absorbed power is divided into countless parts and becomes part of the body.
“I need this strength.”
Subconsciously, Zhang Yang felt that this power was very useful, but he did not intercept it. Instead, he used his soul force field to participate in it, concentrating these magical powers on the tree trunk and accelerating the growth of internal fiber cells again, while arranging them as densely as possible during the growth process.
This is a very complicated and monotonous job, and it also consumes a lot of soul power.
But what’s interesting is that when Zhang Yang’s soul power was consumed in large quantities, the energy from the photosynthesis of the leaves could actually restore it to him in small amounts.
“Could this be the truth behind why the Wood Demon Tower can restore vitality and soul power?”
Zhang Yang didn't have too many associations, nor did he care about the passage of time. He remained in this state until the leaves could no longer transmit energy. He then retracted his soul force field. When he opened his eyes, the sun had set. He had spent a whole day.
But what surprised him even more was that the big tree he had nurtured actually died.
That's not right, because the leaves of the big tree are still there, and the branches are lush and leafy, but the bark, all the bark is dead, like a dried corpse whose energy has been sucked away by a vampire.
Just use your hands to dig it out and you will find a big piece.
There are still a lot of dead barks like this, and there is one layer after another.
When Zhang Yang uncovered the last layer, he saw a dark jade-colored tree trunk, full of vitality, and only as thick as a bowl.
When you tap it gently with your hand, it makes a crisp sound like gold and jade.
"Village chief, this is truly amazing. I have seen with my own eyes this whole day that this tree is constantly evolving like a python shedding its skin. Now the hardness of this tree trunk is even stronger than my captain-level spear."
Wu Yuan also shouted excitedly. If he couldn't kill the saber-toothed tiger king with a weapon made of such material, he would no longer be named Wu from now on!
“Can you cut?”
Zhang Yang asked him, and the ecstasy on Wu Yuan's face froze instantly. Yes, he was unable to cut.
"So, when it comes to rubbing wooden spears, I'm actually the most professional, right?" Zhang Yang smiled slightly, feeling a great sense of accomplishment.
"Yes, that's right." Wu Yuan's head was like a chicken pecking at rice. What could he say at this time? Of course, the boss was the most powerful.
(End of this chapter)
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