Chapter 55: Soma Nuts

  Chapter 55 Soma Fruit Pit

   "The answer is psionic power!"

  Ian doesn't intend to keep hiding. Now that the breeding factory and the surrounding villages have been attacked, the natives must be planning something that everyone doesn't know but is extremely dangerous.

  Now instead of hiding his clumsiness, he might as well show his potential, so that he may get some resources as a guarantee before the danger comes.

   "Sure enough, you awakened psionic power at that time..."

   A little shocked, but more envious. During his recent observations, Brin had already confirmed that Ian was already a psyker, so he wasn't surprised.

What shocked him even more was that the other party was able to throw out the Supor sleeping powder, which is not easy to collect for the natives, as a hidden weapon without any hesitation: "It's too wasteful... I really want to use the sleeping powder as a hidden weapon, it's totally fine." Add some powdered insect repellent grass seeds and lacquered wood bark residue, the effect is just as good, but the price is only one-tenth!"

  Although a bag of confusion powder that can confuse people for five or six seconds costs several thalers, it is also much more cost-effective as a hidden weapon.

   "That's all for the future, life is the most important thing now."

  After setting up Brin and letting him rest for a while, Ian walked into the forest and retrieved a dying, twisted figure with only one breath left.

   It was the aboriginal swordsman who had been in shock because the bucket he threw with all his strength had broken his arm and even injured his spine.

  Ian's height is actually not as tall as this native hunter, and his figure is even more slender. With that pretty face, no matter how you look at it, he is more polite and should appear at the dance banquet.

  But he showed strength far superior to his own size, easily picked up the native swordsman who was estimated to be heavier than him, and threw it in front of Brin.

"how?"

Brin, who was resting with his eyes closed, was taken aback, but when he opened his eyes and saw the native who was already foaming at the mouth, he immediately understood: "You want to take the survivors back for interrogation? It's 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 firm, but Brin thought of the psionic ability that the other party could easily find himself and the natives, and could easily aim at the target in the dark, so he stopped expressing his opinion: "Okay, but I have to wait a little longer, wait Stop the bleeding."

   "So fast?" Ian raised his head in surprise, he no longer hid, and the water-colored halo circulated in his pupils, looking at Brin's wound.

  In the precognitive vision, Brin is a thick white human figure with a faint layer of blood on his body, which seems to have just faded from a thicker color.

   And the place where the blood is the thickest is the lower lung where he was stabbed by the knife hand before.

  However, when Ian brought the knife hand back, Brin applied the potion on himself, and now the **** wound was fading at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally gradually turned into a slightly richer red than the rest of the body.

"All right."

  Brin stood up staggeringly, and the tall herb picker said in a low voice, "It's still bleeding inside, but it won't affect the action until tomorrow... I will be the swordsman."

  After speaking, he grabbed the twisted body of the native swordsman with one hand and held it under his armpit.

   "The physical fitness of the Terra people is really incredible. Brin is like this, and so are the natives. They were broken all over by my bucket, but they still survived."

Seeing this scene, Ian couldn't help but sigh in his heart. Although it was not the first time he had seen the abnormal damage resistance and self-healing ability of the Terrans, every time he found it incredible: "If I hadn't dissected it, I'm afraid it was true. You will feel that they are only human in appearance.”

   "Don't be in a hurry." Putting down the thoughts in his heart, Ian signaled Brin to continue to rest: "I'm going to search for something on the natives. Maybe there are clues about their attacks, and maybe there will be some gains."

   "I listen to you."

  Brin nodded—after the battle just now, he has fully understood that the kid Ian is stronger, smarter...even more mature than he imagined.

  His plans and opinions are definitely better than his own.

  Ian turned his head, did not close the vision vision, and continued to look at the corpses of the other two natives.

  In order to defeat the natives in a short time, he used the source quality he stored in the virtual source seed to strengthen his physical fitness.

  The light blue halo is the manifestation of the source quality chip in his body surging in the capillaries and muscles of his limbs along with the blood flow.

  Because the battle ended quickly, he didn't consume much source quality. In order to save his life, there was no saying whether he lost or lost, but he felt that he should still be able to recover some losses from the enemy.

  Surprisingly, there was a bit of blue mist flowing on their bodies.

   "Sure enough, there are gains."

   Walking forward, Ian saw the blue mist in a small pouch on the waist of the aborigine hunter. He opened it directly and found large light brown seeds inside.

  The seeds are similar to almonds, exuding a mellow aroma, with regular zigzag lines on the outside, about the size of the thumb of his eight-year-old child.

The feeling the seeds give him is a sense of intense dynamism and a sense of danger. Just smelling the smell, the boy feels a little irritating—the perfume is very fragrant, but if it is too strong, it will be smelly, and it is not good to put it in the mouth. It may be delicious, that's the reason.

  Crisis and harvest coexist.

  Afterwards, Brin's surprised words also confirmed Ian's premonition: "The core of the soma tree fruit? Fortunately, they didn't have time to eat this thing, otherwise, we probably wouldn't be able to leave alive!"

   "Soma tree? Oh, it's a wine tree."

When I first heard the scientific name of Suma tree, Ian didn't realize it for a while, but Hilliard's teaching was really useful these days. He immediately recalled that among the many wonderful sublimation plants in the Baisen Mountains, the one commonly known as wine Sublime plant of the tree.

  As the name suggests, the sap of the wine tree is a natural wood wine that contains alcohol. The fruit is also a treasure for brewing fruit wine. It contains natural and easily absorbed sources, and can be used as a stimulant without sequelae.

  There is a high-end brewery shop in Harrison Port that specializes in selling Somo wine.

However, the core of the fruit of the soma tree is different. It contains too many excitatory substances and impurities, which is poisonous. If it is chewed and swallowed, it will make people "drunk to death" in a few minutes. —A large amount of source material and excitatory substances will seep into the blood circulation through the mucous membrane, causing the brain to be hypoxic and necrotic. At the same time, the swallower will burst out the limit strength of the body in a short time, not afraid of pain, and even his head will be beaten Flying halfway won't stop these 'drunk dead' from dying again.

   But even so, the refined extract of Suma fruit core is still the key material of the true form inheritance "Selfless Warrior".

  That is exactly the inheritance that can burn one's own life when necessary, put oneself in slow destruction, but destroy the enemy quickly.

   "What kind of indigenous suicide rage potion."

   Tucao, Ian took back these fruit cores, and his brows were tightly frowned: "The natives actually let the hunter team carry this kind of thing that is used for life and death... What are they going to do?"

Although the number of indigenous tribes is large, hunters cannot be consumed at will, not to mention that these **** hunters are the pillars supporting a tribe, and the only one who can make them do this... can only be the "big sa" respected by the natives of the redwood forest Full'!

   Shaking his head, Ian stopped thinking about it.

Except for the soma fruit core, the only thing on the natives that has been smeared with poisonous dartwood poison is considered valuable, but this thing is too dangerous, and it is not an expert who will poison himself if he is not careful. Ian himself does not intend to use it, so he used it on the spot Stones smashed and destroyed.

  Three indigenous hunters had a total of nine soma tree cores, and Ian handed three to Brin.

   After all, without Brin attracting attention and keeping enemies at bay, he couldn't easily eliminate all hunters.

   Out of face and arrogance, the herbal picker wanted to refuse—his life was saved by Ian, how could he accept it? What's more, it's too weird to take spoils from a child, he can't accept it!

   But Ian gave too much.

  (end of this chapter)