Chapter 270: Gray Rat Leader
In the middle of the Southern Wasteland, the ancestral land of the Rat Tribe.
This is a forest that has been burned. There are a lot of burn marks in the forest. The collapsed houses are covered with grass, and the underground caves are also covered with moss.
The gray mouse walked among the ruins, feeling very sad.
The Rat Tribe was once powerful and prosperous, but now it is torn apart and has no fixed residence.
He saw a huge stone with the totem pattern of the Rat Tribe carved on it, but it had also been damaged and showed signs of burning, smearing and hammering.
The gray mouse stroked the totem pattern, looked at the desolate and dilapidated tribe, and secretly clenched his fists.
"If I can successfully become the leader this time..."
Gray Rat did not say the rest of the 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 fallen. Without the protection of the totem god, it is difficult to survive in this dangerous land.
The gray mouse walked around the ruined ancestral land, then returned to the big stone with totem patterns carved on it, and took out five kinds of pigments, a bag of water, and a stone with a pit.
He first poured black paint into the pit 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 an image of a rat head with bared teeth, which looks very fierce.
The gray mouse had no idea how many times he had drawn the totem pattern for himself, and he finished it quickly and with ease.
Then he poured out the black paint, cleaned the pit, and started with the second paint.
The second one was green. After adding water and stirring it, 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.
There are certain rules for warrior patterns. A one-color warrior can only draw one pattern in green. A two-color warrior can draw two patterns in green and red. A three-color warrior can draw three patterns in green, red, and yellow... and so on.
Gray Rat used to be just a relatively weak one-color warrior who could only draw one warrior pattern.
But now, after finishing one line, he did not stop, but directly started to mix the second paint and paint the second red warrior pattern.
After finishing the second line, he immediately drew the third yellow warrior pattern and the fourth blue warrior pattern! After drawing four warrior patterns in a row, he stopped his trembling hands, feeling indescribably excited.
This was his first time painting the four-color warrior pattern, and he felt as if he were dreaming, it was particularly unreal.
In just one winter, he transformed from a weak one-color warrior into a powerful four-color warrior. No one would believe it if he told others about it.
But all this is not without cost.
Inside the gray mouse's body, the seed left by the divine vine had sprouted and wrapped around his heart. A tender green vine had grown out from his back.
This tender green vine is usually like a tattoo, hidden beneath his skin. It will appear once it needs to absorb nutrients or the gray mouse encounters an accident.
New vines need to absorb a lot of nutrients, so gray squirrels often involuntarily walk into dangerous primeval forests and actively or passively catch prey for the vines.
When he encounters prey that he cannot deal with, the vine will appear, kill the prey, and absorb the essence of its flesh and blood.
In return, every time the divine vine absorbs a prey, it will give a portion of its essence to the gray mouse to strengthen his muscles, bones, internal organs, etc.
Therefore, the gray rat's strength can be rapidly improved in a short period of time, becoming a powerful four-color warrior.
At the same time, the gray squirrel can also take away the skins, tusks, etc. of the prey and exchange them for a large amount of supplies for itself.
Apart from the things he used himself, he would also bring these supplies back to the gathering place and tell others that he had stolen them with his own ability.
He presented part of the things directly to the chief, making the chief look at him with admiration and even treating him as a confidant. He distributed part of them privately to some Rat Tribe warriors whom he favored, in order to win their hearts.
Just 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 ever thought of leaving the Teng Tribe or even betraying the Teng Tribe, the Divine Teng could take his life at any time.
After the totem pattern was painted, the gray mouse's eyes became sharp.
He checked his weapons and poisoned the blade of each one.
Afterwards, he gathered all his things, took one last look at this dilapidated ancestral land and the blurred totem patterns on the boulders, then straightened his back and strode towards his residence.
His strength is already strong enough, and he doesn't want to endure it any longer.
He wanted to kill the leader and take his place! That night, the gray mouse returned to the vicinity of his residence and hid, not showing up for a while.
The Rat Tribe warriors who went 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. They are accustomed to sleeping during the day and moving around at night.
The gray squirrel hid in a cave, gathered its strength, and continued to wait patiently.
The night passed quickly.
The next day, just after dawn, the Rat Tribe warriors who had gone out came back one after another.
At this time, the leader of the Rat Tribe who led these warriors will appear on the ground to check today's harvest.
There are about two hundred members of the rat tribe in the place where the gray rat lives. Except for the old and weak, everyone else needs to go out hunting, gathering and stealing.
As for those who are sick and unable to move, as well as the disabled tribesmen, they will be ruthlessly driven out by the leader and left to fend for themselves in the dangerous primeval forest.
As the sky gradually brightened, more than 200 tribesmen gathered and the leader finally appeared.
He emerged from a forest, holding a fat gray rabbit in his hand.
In the tribal era when everyone was hungry, as a leader, you 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 the harvest.
This is one of the privileges of being a chief.
The gray rat was cheered up and came out of the cave. He was holding a spear and hid the bronze sword coin given to him by Jiang Xuan in his animal skin coat. He sharpened the blade to a very sharp point and also poisoned it.
The gray mouse lowered its head as usual and walked quickly to the leader.
The leader was busy selecting good things at this time. When he saw the gray mouse coming, he looked in his direction.
"Gray Rat, you've come just in time. Help me find which piece of meat is the most delicious..."
The leader paused in the middle of his words because he saw 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 unhappily, "Gray Rat, you are just a one-color warrior. What qualifications do you have to draw four warrior patterns? Why don't you wipe them off now?"
Gray Mouse said in a panic: "Chief, I just... just wanted to have some fun... I'll wipe it off right away, I'll wipe it off right away..."
As he spoke, he had already walked up to the chieftain, spear in hand, and pretended to raise his head to wipe the warrior lines on his face.
When his hands were raised to a certain height, a fierce light flashed in his eyes, and he stabbed the leader fiercely with the spear in both hands!
No one expected such a change to happen, including the leader who had previously regarded the gray rat as his confidant.
The distance between the two men was too close, and when the leader wanted to dodge, it was too late.
"puff!"
The spear pierced the leader's chest fiercely and spun around.
"you……"
Blood gushed out and the leader felt his strength being rapidly drained.
He wanted to fight back, but the numb feeling in his body made him lose the strength to do so.
The spear was poisoned! "Bang!"
The gray rat kicked the leader to the ground, pulled out his spear and stabbed him in the neck again.
“Gurgle gurgle…”
“Huh…huh…”
The leader covered his neck with his hands weakly, staring at the gray mouse with his eyes fixed, looking very unwilling.
It sounds slow, but in reality all this happens in just a short period of time.
By the time the surrounding Rat Tribe warriors reacted, the leader had already been stabbed to death by two spears of the gray rat.
"The gray rat killed the leader!"
"Kill him!"
The leader also trained a few real confidants. After these confidants reacted, they immediately rushed towards the gray rat with weapons in hand.
Unfortunately, they are only two-color warriors, while Gray Squirrel is now a four-color warrior.
“Puff, puff, puff!”
Gray Rat roamed easily amid the siege of several people, the spear in his hand constantly stained with blood. Not long after, several of the former leader's cronies also fell in a pool of blood.
Until their death, they were unwilling to believe that the gray mouse had become so powerful.
Most of the other members of the Rat Tribe had received benefits from the Gray Rat during this period, and their leader was dead. The Gray Rat looked very powerful, and for a moment, they didn't know what to do.
At this moment, Gray Rat held up the bloody spear upside down, stepped on the chest of the former leader, and said, "From today on, I am your leader. If anyone disagrees, come and give it a try!"
The members of the Rat Tribe were timid to begin with, and now the Gray Rat looked like a killing god, which made them very afraid. Who would dare to go? One of the members of the tribe, who had been won over by the Gray Rat, was the first to shout, "Gray Rat Leader, Gray Rat Leader..."
Soon after, some other people who had a good relationship with the gray mouse also reacted and started shouting.
People tend to follow the crowd. When a group of people are shouting, others can only follow suit, and they shout very loudly, for fear that the gray mouse will think they are unconvinced and kill them.
Gray Mouse listened to the shouts of more than two hundred tribesmen and finally a smile appeared on his face.
From today on, he is no longer an unknown person, but the leader of a tribe of more than 200 people! Of course, his ambition does not stop there. He hopes to recruit other forces in the Rat Tribe, rebuild the Rat Tribe, and become a real tribal leader!
(End of this chapter)
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