Sheyan had spent a considerable amount of time hunting this crow. Fortunately, the peripheral consumption had been reduced to 1,000 utility points per hour. To be honest, this price was still not cheap at all. However, after Sheyan received the baptism of 10,000 utility points per hour, he felt that this price was quite benevolent. It was even worth it.
After completing this milestone, he obtained a title called 'Scavenger'. After equipping this title, when attacking all mutated creatures (including demonized creatures, vampires, etc.), there was a chance to cause an additional 10-20 true damage. This title was obviously very useful for gunners with super fast attack speed, but it was rather useless for Sheyan. Moreover, it seemed that it would take a long time for him to level up.
Hunting the mutated crow took up another two hours of Sheyan's time. However, he had been deliberately waiting for evening, so it didn't matter if he wasted some time.
In this primitive forest, as long as the sun dipped below the horizon, night would fall very quickly, and there would be no sloppiness. Therefore, Sheyan did not stay idle while waiting. Not only did he clear out an open space the size of a basketball court in the forest, he also piled up the felled trees. If he wasn't a contestant, he wouldn't have been able to complete such a laborious task in such a short period of time.
Seeing that evening was approaching and the clouds of fire had appeared on the horizon, Sheyan collected some dead branches and withered leaves and lit up the huge bonfire. Not long after, the raging fire burned up to a height of tens of meters, churning noisily. The heat wave was oppressive.
Because most of the firewood used as firewood was fresh, the fire carried a very thick black smoke, rolling straight into the blue sky. Moreover, the wind was also very weak, so even after rising into the air, the smoke pillar still did not dissipate. It was estimated that it could be seen clearly even from hundreds of miles away.
Sheyan sat down beside the bonfire and closed his eyes. He seemed to be quietly waiting for something, allowing time to pass.
"This is so exciting. The disguise of history will soon be torn apart in front of me …."
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The sky gradually darkened. In the primitive jungle, the thick darkness shrouded the surroundings. In the places where the firelight couldn't reach, there seemed to be hungry beasts quietly prying for something.
The fire was still raging, and the high temperature had already dried the bottom layer of the wood. At this moment, there was a crackling sound in the flames, and the texture of the wood turned yellow and burnt, and finally burned. Large groups of moths and mosquitoes were attracted by the fire and rushed in one after another. The sounds of insects rose and fell one after another, showing the exuberant vitality.
Suddenly, a clear sound could be heard from the grass in the distance. It was the sound of a person pushing aside the grass and trees. Sheyan turned his head to look into the darkness. A few minutes later, a wrinkled old face appeared in front of Sheyan.
This man was the chief of Port Qom.
Old Aram.
His face was still painted, and he wore colorful ornaments on his head. He was still holding that strange snake staff in his hand. Everything looked the same as the first time he saw him.
However, Old Aram's face reflected the dim glow of the embers, as though it was a reflection of a raging inferno. Unexpectedly, he exuded an awe-inspiring aura that he had never possessed before.
Sheyan quietly stood in front of him, like a powerful stone statue. His silhouette was distinct like a hatchet.
"How did you know of this method of contacting me?? Where's Mbenga? "Old Aram suspiciously scanned his surroundings, and asked with a hoarse voice.
Sheyan glanced at this old man, and calmly replied.
"He's already dead. That thorn in your flesh will never appear before you again."
In a flash, Sheyan suddenly felt a strong gust of wind assaulting his face! In this incomparably hot tropical jungle, the rapid flow of air gave Sheyan a misconception that he couldn't breathe! The leaves clearly didn't move, where did the wind come from?
Sheyan quickly realized, it wasn't the air that was moving, but himself! That suffocating sensation was completely real. That stooped old man's eyes flickered with raging flames, as he pounced in front of Sheyan. Grabbing Sheyan's neck, he single-handedly lifted Sheyan up, and heavily slammed him against a solid and ice-cold tree!
Due to the immense pressure exerted between the two, the humongous tree trunk trembled faintly. Furthermore, Sheyan could distinctly feel the suffocating sensation on his neck!!
Old Aram's hands were trembling violently. Who knew if it was because of Mbenga's death, or because of Sheyan's words. Although Sheyan's life and death was in his hands, he remained unconcerned as he replied.
"I know you're very strong ….. if you don't have some skills, how could you possibly escape from that nightmarish place and return? Do you think I'm wrong? In your heart, Mbenga had already died a few years ago without even leaving behind a corpse! You've always treated that person, the successor of the Coiled Serpent subtribe, as a nightmare! You don't want to see his face because it will evoke the most painful memories buried deep in your heart! "
"That's why you gave him the cold shoulder, ostracized him, and marginalized him in the tribe. But only after he left the tribe and left your sight for a long time did you realize that your fates had long been deeply intertwined!!"
"AHHHHHH!!!" Old Aram's eyes turned red as he violently flung Sheyan away. With a height of over 180 cm, and a weight of 86 kg, Sheyan was sent flying like a small pebble for a dozen metres. After rolling several rounds, he finally crawled back up with a pained expression. Even with his 49 points of strength, Sheyan didn't even have the slightest bit of resistance against Old Aram!!
Instead, Old Aram's loss of self-control entered Sheyan's eyes, causing him to reveal a cold sneer.
"I've done some calculations. In this era, food is scarce, infectious diseases are prevalent, and ferocious beasts are eyeing us covetously. Therefore, the average lifespan of you Africans shouldn't be too long. At most, you'll be forty years old. Even if your father is a chief and has some special privileges to live longer, and you only contracted an incurable disease at the age of fifty, then your real age should be between twenty-five and thirty-five years old. But now, you look even older than your father before he died! Bearing such pain and burdens in your heart, aging so quickly, it definitely isn't easy right? "
After hearing Sheyan's words, Old Aram suddenly calmed down. He glanced towards the massive bonfire, and gazed at the flickering flames for a long while before asking with a bitter voice.
"Tell me, how did he die?"
Sheyan didn't answer his question.
"He entrusted a message to you. But before that, I still have a question in my heart."
Old Aram hoarsely asked.
"Speak."
Sheyan earnestly stared at him and asked.
"Though your prowess is formidable, you definitely aren't a match for the warriors of the inner reaches of the Coiled Serpent subtribe or the Sun subtribe. Then, when you departed, what reason did you possess the confidence to obtain the 'Stairway of the Sun' and escape unscathed? Don't tell me it's a gamble. If it's a gamble, then you should go alone. You definitely shouldn't bet the lives of your entire clan. The reason you brought more than a hundred people with you is definitely not to rely on their strength! "
Old Aram shut his eyes and sighed with a sigh.
"I truly didn't expect an outsider to seek out the truth of that year …... fine, I'll tell you. That year, I didn't willingly enter the residence of those damned traitors to search for medicinal herbs. Instead, it was my father …... the old chieftain who forced me to bring sufficient manpower. If I didn't, I would die with him!"
"Actually, we were similarly Ndipaya barbarians a long, long time ago. Only, our ancestors' physique and spirit constitution were lacking, and were banished from the Kijuju Marshland. Therefore, some clans with relatively complete histories and legacies are privy to certain secrets of the Kijuju Marshland. For example, the concoction method and ratio of the ointment you smeared on your body that conceals your tracks. Another example would be certain unknown paths. Furthermore, we even know of certain secrets that have been lost to the high priests of the core reaches of the Kijuju Marshland! "
"So that's the case." Sheyan's heart jolted. If that was the case, many things could be explained.
"Then what's your objective in bringing a hundred men in?"
Old Aram abruptly used a peculiar rhythm to chant and recite.
"Before arriving at the sacred fiery plaza, one must first pass the trial of the Sun God. Before accepting the trial of the Sun God, one must traverse the ancient and perilous ruins! The purpose of my men, is to use them as the vanguard to traverse those dreadful ruins of the labyrinth. "
"Then Mbenga?" Sheyan asked hesitantly. "Is he also a sacrificial cannon fodder?"
"No." Old Aram gently shook his head. "Although our ancestors weren't banished because they didn't possess the ability to receive divine grace, there would still occasionally be exceptional descendants. For example, me, Mbenga, Kuria …..."
Sheyan noticed that when Old Aram mentioned the name 'Kuria', his tone had turned gentle and gentle. Evidently, there was an adulterous relationship between them. Hence, Sheyan couldn't help but indulge in his memories. Hence, he didn't urge Old Aram but continued.
"Your phenomenon is known as' generation skipping inheritance 'or' atavism 'in our country. Although it isn't common, it isn't rare either …... if that's the case, could it be, you, Mbenga and Kuria are actually descendants of the exiled Coiled Serpent tribe?"
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