Chapter 463 Barbarian Mohist School
In the clear sky, there were sparse clouds floating, and on the flat land, there were knee-high grass.
When the wind blew, the grass fell and stood up again, and dozens of oval wooden hemispherical buildings stood on the grassland. These buildings were made up of long, thick brown sticks, stacked end to end.
A strong smell of blood overwhelmed the slightly astringent fragrance of the plants in the grassland. The blood flowed slowly on the ground like a stream.
A dead body with eyes open was lying on the ground, holding a long knife in his hand, but his wound was from the back.
"Chief, what are you doing?"
Several men holding long spears surrounded a man holding a big knife, who was more than three meters tall and had a playful look in his eyes.
These people had dark skin, and their skin looked a little rough after being exposed to the wind and sun for a long time. Their lips were thick and their noses were round. The most noticeable thing was that their bodies showed some characteristics of monsters.
Some have extended coccyx, forming lizard-like tails, and some have octopus tentacles instead of fingers on their hands.
The man called the chief has the lower body of a horse, and there are scales on the horse.
Among the barbarians in the northern continent, merging with the soul of a magic beast is a very common way of practice. Many tribes are half-human and half-magic beast, and the snake people are a very representative one.
In this vast land, there are also horse people, lion people, and wolf people. Near large lakes, there are fish people, crab people, shrimp people...
However, in most tribes, everyone will choose to merge with the soul of the same kind of magic beast, and the people of the entire tribe have similar magic beast characteristics.
Their bloodline, in the fusion of generations, has been close to that kind of magic beast, so even if they do not use secret methods to merge the soul of the magic beast, the newborn baby will have the physical characteristics of the magic beast chosen by the tribe.
The Mo family is a relatively special barbarian tribe. Their newborns are normal humans and do not have magic beast characteristics. They did not choose a single monster to fuse, but fused everything about the monster, including the body and soul.
Within the sphere of influence of the Mohist School, the branch tribes under its jurisdiction are often bizarre, and a small tribe can make people understand what species diversity is.
The tribe that was in chaos at this moment was a small branch of the Mohist School.
The Centaur Chief swung down with a machete and killed a person who surrounded him.
The man with tentacle-like fingers who were supposed to besiege the Centaur Chief suddenly turned around, burst into fighting spirit, and stabbed the heart of his companion beside him.
The fight continued, and soon only the Centaur Chief and the man with tentacle-like fingers were left.
The two of them looked at each other and stabbed each other's chests with their weapons... As their breath of life slowly disappeared, there were no living people in this tribe.
A man wearing a black classical robe, a pointed soft hat of the same color, and a single-lens lens made of crystal on his right eye walked slowly.
He ignored the test questions and broken limbs on the ground, and did not care about the smell of blood, with a faint smile on his face.
Beams of light flashing with star-like colors flew out of his body, passing over the corpses, taking away the illusory, confused, and frightened souls, and flying back into the young man's body.
A hand stretched out from the body of the Centaur leader, followed by the head and neck. After revealing the upper body, the figure that emerged from the corpse pushed his hands on both sides and suddenly jumped out.
This is also an Amon!
He walked straight to the body of the Centaur leader, took off the ring on his finger, and then walked to Amon who came at the beginning, handed the ring to him, and merged with him.
Amon's soul power probed into the ring and found a secret scroll called "Fusion Method" from it.
There are already more than a dozen scrolls of this kind in his "Yuhai Ring", but none of them are exactly the same.
After browsing these different types of fusion methods, Amon found that they correspond to different organs of the human body.
For example, the one found in the Centaur Chief's ring this time corresponds to the "leg". The one obtained from the previous tribe corresponds to the heart, and the one before that is the lung...
After fusing magic beasts using different fusion methods, the characteristics of the corresponding organs of the fused magic beasts will be inherited, and this advantage will be amplified.
Among these fusion methods, there is a faint "Magic Beast Limb Transformation Method" obtained from the Mohist School of the Gama Empire. 》, it seems to be the result of its development and perfection.
The main branch of the Mo family is experimenting with its own branches, using them to gradually improve the fusion method... I wonder what will happen if the spirit worm is fused with this method... Will it strengthen the soul?
Amon thought as he walked towards the next Mo tribe.
...
Shortly after Amon left, a group of people with wings on their backs and feather ornaments on their heads fell from the sky.
The leader exuded a powerful aura, his feet stepped on the void, and his brown eyes in the deep eye sockets flashed cold light.
"Damn it, I'm late again." He looked at the dead silence below and said angrily.
"Lord Mo Li, there is no survivor." After searching the surroundings, a young man reported.
The hands and feet are really clean... Who is targeting us? What is their purpose? The middle-aged man called Mo Li lowered his head and thought with a gloomy face.
He said in a slightly hoarse voice: "It shouldn't be long before these people are killed. Send a message to other teams and let them take a look at the nearby tribes.
"The murderer probably didn't go far. Which tribe is closest?"
A man with a darker complexion replied: "It's the Moshou tribe, a medium-sized tribe. Their leader is also a strong Douzong warrior."
"Let's go to the Mo Shou tribe." Mo Li said.
"Yes." The darker-skinned man responded simply.
The group of people flew into the sky and quickly flew towards the nearest medium-sized tribe.
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In a huge palace made of gears, levers, monster bones polished into special shapes, and rocks, a group of people were discussing the recent attacks.
"More than a dozen small tribes have been wiped out. The people who did it were very cruel and cunning, and no one was left alive."
"Elder Mo Li has led Mo Xingjun to pursue him, but there has been no progress."
"We must take more powerful measures, otherwise we will be looked down upon."
"Everyone in those branches is in danger now. If this matter is not resolved quickly, I am afraid that some tribes will think that our Moh family cannot be relied on and will seek refuge with other major clans."
Sitting in the main seat was a man with blond hair, a strong build, and broad shoulders. He only had one eye, the left eyelid was closed and sunken, but the right eye shone brightly, as if it could penetrate people's hearts.
The blond man's name is Mo Yanzhong, and he is the current head of the Mo family.
He listened quietly to the arguments of a group of clan elders. When the arguments became louder and louder, and the emotions of those participating in the meeting became more and more intense, he finally spoke slowly:
"Mo Li has a space jade slip in his hand that notifies me. When he discovers the murderer, he will crush it immediately and transmit the information. Then I will take action personally.
“Although our Mo family is not the top tribe among the barbarians, we are not easy to mess with either.
"Compared to this, I want to know to what extent the matter between the Manfeng Tribe and the Sky Demon Phoenix has developed now?"
Someone replied: "It is said that a supreme elder from the Heavenly Demon Phoenix came, and the tribesman of the Manfeng tribe who had merged with the soul of the Heavenly Demon Phoenix was killed on the spot... The Manfeng tribe backed down and gave a large amount of compensation."
Hearing such a result, Mo Yanzhong was not surprised and sighed:
"Those Warcraft overlord families are not easy to mess with. If they weren't worried that our entire barbarian tribe would unite to a certain extent when invaded by foreign enemies, they might not give up so easily..."
An elder echoed: "So our Mo family still has road safety. By fusing single, unique body parts of various different magical beasts, they are combined to condense the strongest beast body... Unfortunately, the secret method has not yet been completely completed."
