After the two powerful inhumans were defeated by the Players, they naturally turned their attention to the current state of the Long Ears' chief and his family.
"Second Uncle, you actually …"
Laye stared at Rangka, who was still holding the staff he had broken into two with a look of disbelief.
"Stop fooling around. I was just trying to divert their attention." Rangka could not help looking embarrassed when he realized that his niece had seen him 'pledging his loyalty'. He cleared his throat. "Your father isn't dead yet."
"What …" Laye turned to his father, but still couldn't see any signs of life from his body.
How could he still be alive if his heartbeat had stopped, let alone breathing?
Even as Laye thought about that, he suddenly heard a faint unusual sound despite being a Long Ear whose hearing was several times stronger than humans.
It was a short, rapid, faint but solid sound that most humans would never be able to pick up.
Moreover, there would always be a gap between each sound before it echoed again.
That sound was coming from his father's chest.
It was a heartbeat.
It was a heartbeat that would be completely ignored with the slightest carelessness.
"That's …" Laye appeared stunned.
"Tortoise Breath. It's a martial art passed down among the Long Ears. " Rangka then added. "It allows a person to fake their death for a while, but it's true that Eldest Brother was maimed. Even if he could wake up from the Tortoise Breath, he would have to rest for a long time to recover."
Sighing, he continued dejectedly and helplessly. "After all, our Long Ears' bodies are still too weak. Even if we learn martial arts, we still wouldn't be able to win against those powerful foreign races."
Xi Wei, who had returned to his Divine Kingdom after the conference with the Invisible Pantheon almost spat out a mouthful of divinity when he saw that. Wasn't Tortoise Breath something from wuxia novels? Wasn't it a little out of character for it to appear in this world?
Still, being a god, his perspective was definitely different from mortals. While mortals could only see the surface, he could see through the essence with a single glance.
Unlike the wuxia martial arts of the Celestial Empire that was powered by inner force or true qi, the martial arts the Long Ears used were essentially powered by the unusual mana that flowed within their bodies. In fact, it was more of a strengthening spell.
This was not strange. The foreign races of the Western Continent had very simple beliefs. If they did not worship the Myriad Beast God Beifeng, then they would worship the spirits of their ancestors.
Most of the Divine Arts of the Beast God Beifeng were related to the domestication or hybridization of wild beasts. Orthodox Divine Arts were extremely rare, and there was almost no Divine Officer system in existence.
The so-called ancestral spirits of the Outsiders were actually worshiping their ancestors. In other words, even though every Outsider was talking about ancestral spirits, the object of their worship was different.
This directly caused the existence of the Ancestral Spirit to become vague, and in the end, it died before the Third Divine War due to a split in faith. It could definitely compete with Rotten Bones for the throne of the most pitiful deity in history.
That was why the supernatural powers used in the Western Continent were mostly sorcery, a form of magic.
Martial arts were also a branch of sorcery. In fact, if translated literally, what Rangka had said just now was' a martial art that holds one's breath like a tortoise and feigns death ', which Xi Wei's translation ability translated into Tortoise Breathing according to his knowledge …
Be that as it may, Xi Wei was still very interested when he saw that it was different from normal magic or sacred arts, and reminded him of the world before he transmigrated.
If he could learn how to cultivate that ability, he might be able to give the Players a new class. For some reason, Xi Wei really wanted to see the Players becoming bald …
Moreover, as mentioned above, the Western Continent could be considered a virgin land with few believers, and was very suitable for preaching.
"Hmm. Incidentally, I don't know what to have Zonyan and the others do, so I might as well do that!"
With that in mind, Xi Wei began to wave his tentacles, typing away on the Pantheon Computer with a clatter.
[Side quest activated: Recruit Troops]
[Quest explanation: Although you have successfully reached the Western Continent, the enemy's strength is still hidden in the fog. The God of Games has foreseen that your adventure would not be smooth sailing, and at this moment, you need support from behind!] [Time and geography are unreliable. If that's the case, try to get the local people to accept you, and lay a solid foundation for your future operations!]
[Quest Details: Friendship with the Long Ears is above 'Respected', and convince the Long Ears' chief to build a Lifestone in their tribe.]
[Quest Item: Lifestone Blueprint (Throw it on the ground and it'll build automatically)]
[Reward: EXP, Game Coins, Lion King's Ring (Purple, Rare Item): Gains buff 'Might of a Hundred Beasts' when fighting your target and his subordinates.]
[Note: 'How are you supposed to be the King of Beasts if you can't even handle a rabbit!']
* * * Zonyan and Vulcan shared a look after receiving the quest, and promptly understood that they had to change their original plan.
At first, they had wanted to hire the Long Ears to lead the way → Head to the Grayclaw Tribe → Defeat Swordtail.
Now, it seemed that they had to change the process to 'Farm reputation with the Long Ears → Build a Lifestone → Have them lead the way to the Grayclaw Tribe → Defeat Swordtail'.
Moreover, Zonyan understood after his fight with the Tigerman that Swordtail's ability might not be beneath his own!
After all, the Tigerman himself had said that he couldn't beat Swordtail at his current level, and while Zonyan's level was higher than the Tigerman's, his overall ability was a notch lower if his template was factored in, and he only won because of the Rule of the Game.
The generous EXP reward he received after killing the Tigerman was proof of that.
He would most likely be done for if he challenged Swordtail directly. On the other hand, he wouldn't be acknowledged by his tribe if Vulcan and the others intervened in the duel even if he won, since a duel where the chief's position was on the line was sacred in the eyes of nonhumans.
If he could set up the Lifestone first, it wouldn't matter even if he failed once or twice. He could simply wait until he was revived, summarize his experience and challenge Swordtail again.
After all, the last thing Zonyan lacked after becoming a Player was patience and courage in the face of failure.
Be it exploration dungeons filled with various dangers or the Living Dead Cellar where the Rotten Bones Archbishop often spawned, almost every Player had experienced painful failure and tragic death.
Even so, the Players would always learn something from each death. It could be the enemy's attack rhythm, their foe's weakness, or their own flaws that they had overlooked.
Each time, the Players would defeat powerful foes, make up for their own shortcomings and perfect their tactics, as well as experience and stepping stones towards success and greater heights!
It could be said that players were players not because they were not afraid of death, but because every time they died, it would become nourishment for them to become stronger!
Marni was an exception.
"If you can trust us, feed this to your father."
Since he wanted to farm reputation, he naturally had to start by winning the Tigerman's trust. Zonyan whipped out the cola he had mixed with water and passed it to Laybit who was holding his father's' corpse '.
"What's this?" Laybit frowned at the cola that had no bubbles left.
He remembered that Zonyan had intended to use this as a substitute to have Laybit lead the way.
Bi's face was filled with doubt. One of his long pink rabbit ears drooped down softly, while the other was bent into the shape of a question mark. His expression was filled with vigilance, making Shao … Nian look as cute as an angry kitten.
"Forget it, Brother Vulcan." Joey did his best to hold back Vulcan who was overwhelmed by Laybit's cuteness, afraid that he would lose his bestial nature and ruin their quest.
"One-time use Satellite Tactical Healing Potion (mixed with water)." To increase his credibility, Zonyan didn't mention the popular name of the potion among the Players, and instead revealed the full name of the cola. "By the way, the blue one is called a single-use Mini Spirit Potion."
Laybit was left dumbfounded by the long name. He tilted his head, his eyes narrowed into two little dots and his pink bangs hanging over his head, making him look adorable, with an expression that said 'I don't understand but it's awesome' written all over his face.
"By the way, Laybit, who are those two?" It was only then that Rangka seized the opportunity to interrupt Zonyan's potion barrage and ask.
Unlike Laybit who was young and inexperienced, Rangka was only three years older than the Long Ears' chief. Being an elder of the Long Ears himself, he certainly had seen the world.
From what he knew, Nedlan the Bloodclaw was within the range of someone he could handle. After all, he could at least deal with him for a while even if he couldn't beat him.
However, that Tigerman with the ancient Sabertooth Bloodline was different. Even his older brother who was stronger than him was instakilled by him and forced to enter Tortoise Breath to stay alive, and Rangka himself would probably be punched as well.
And yet, these two fellows who came out of nowhere easily defeated both of them.
Leaving aside the weird human who crushed Nedlan to death with a tombstone, the Tigerman clearly had incredible power.
The Saber-toothed Tigerman's powerful attacks could bend steel, and ordinary swords wouldn't be able to withstand a single strike. However, the opponent used a blade to deflect the Tigerman's powerful fists, and in the end, he even relied on that seemingly ordinary blade to stab the Tigerman to death!
How much did he have to train his skills to do that?!
Rangka felt a little pressured at the thought.
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Chapter 210: Recruiting
To recruit soldiers and buy horses
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