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Chapter 179 0178: Frost Mammoth's Blood

[Material: Blood of the Frost Mammoth]

[Quality: Legend]

[Description: The material of alienated beasts can only be stored in special animal skins, and has special effects on the comprehension of frost magic. 】

Ken reached out to take it, and subconsciously shook it.

Hume and the others were terrified by this strange behavior, and hurriedly dissuaded them: "Hey, brother, be careful, this thing is very precious."

Sidi looked at the liquid in the bottle and was dumbfounded.

She had seen several adult [Frost Mammoths] during the hunting season migration.

When that kind of thing stands on all fours, it is as high as two winter houses stacked up!
Adult frost mammoths have rough skin and thick flesh, they are like moving mountains, and they are completely different from the equally huge vegetarian camel beast [Dake]. They have a violent personality and are extremely ferocious giant beasts.

"How much frost beast blood is left in your tribe?"

Sidi stepped forward and asked. "Frost mammoth is a top-notch stuff, tsk tsk, it's hard to hunt!"

"After the winter..." Hume sighed, "To be honest, it's almost used up, and the last reserves are basically here."

"It's okay, I will get more in the future."

City seemed sure.

After the end of winter, spring is also the earliest hunting season, and the tribe will send out manpower to hunt down ferocious beasts and monsters.

This is not only to store food, but also to obtain materials for the development of the tribe.

The forces in the north are in turmoil, and the allies are repeated.

City took advantage of the opportunity of "resisting the Apostles of Paint Ice" to re-form an alliance.

Hume will get the help of his allies in the following hunting season, gather a stronger force, and go to places with more abundant resources to hunt.

The blood production of frost beasts will be doubled this year.

"We are brothers," said Siti, "and the walls of each tribe will be taller, and the warehouses will be filled, and the materials and provisions will be endless..."

You guys are looking forward to the future.

The fighters of the tribal coalition formed a deep friendship, and everyone was deeply impressed by Santon Kaya's "tolerance"-this big family with diverse beliefs can always reveal warmth.

At night, the banquet starts on time.

As the old hunters of the wilderness, the fern tribe took Kuima with them every day to familiarize themselves with the wild beasts around them, and also provided the main source of food for the banquet.

"Let us thank our friends for their generosity!"

Ken raised his hand first.

Numerous wooden barrels and bottles were raised above their heads, and everyone was bathed in the rain of wine, smelling the tempting aroma of meat, singing and dancing together, and the days of rejoicing every night are always joyful.

The battle banner of the fern tribe is called [Wusenbu].

He is a skinny old man who raises an adult Li Ying.

He likes to chat with the [Army Shaman] who is also a sacrificial clan, and occasionally brings some prepared food to feed the [Soul Crow] on the opponent's shoulder.

Wusenbu has been learning to hunt with his tribe since he could walk.

He has been crawling and rolling in the wasteland for many years, and no bird or beast can escape his eyes, even if it is a broken dead branch on the side of the road, he can guess what kind of guy walked by here.

Wu Senbu straddled two feasts and came to Ken with a plate of roasted meat.

【Food: Mifu Waist】

【Quality: Excellent】

[Effect: Calm down the turbulent flow of magic power and increase the ability to reproduce. 】

Ken raised his eyebrows, and fell into deep thought while reading the second half of the note. The steaming barbecue in front of him is indeed tempting, but the effect is really confusing...

He hesitated for a moment, but chose to eat it.

Wu Senbu smiled with satisfaction.

The old man really wanted to talk to Ken about [Spirit of the Wolf] and the Wasteland Tomb, but since he didn't have a suitable opportunity and the topic was a secret, he didn't think he was qualified to ask Ken to tell the truth.

But he admired this brave young man, so he imparted all his hunting knowledge and expressed his goodwill with a sincere attitude.

Except for facing women, Ken's EQ is not low at other times.

He could feel the other party's hesitant attitude, so he took the initiative to approach and chat, and even took out the [Frost Mammoth Blood] given by Hume to study together.

Wusenbu asked him, "Why haven't you drank it yet?"

"No." Ken replied.

He brushed his wooden glass with his hand, and the wine in it formed thin ice.

The skills of the Frost Whisperer are very stable under the guidance of the decomposition of the remarks, and it takes almost no time to adapt.

"Oh? Haha!" Wu Senbu laughed, "Do you think this bottle of blood can only give you frost magic? Come on, drink it, you have to trust me."

Ken thought about it carefully, and pulled out the cork.

The blood of the frost mammoth is slightly bitter, there is no fishy smell in it, there is even a faint cold wind, the taste is very strange, it falls from the throat to the stomach... and then disappears.

Ken shook the empty bottle suspiciously, thinking he didn't drink it.

[The upper limit of magic power has been increased. 】

The comfort of the liquid coming back up spreads all over the body, and the frost flower in the spiritual world is completely plump, and even rotates gently, as if it has reached a state of fullness.

Ken is now relying more and more on skills, which has become the biggest limitation, so for him, the value of this bottle of blood is equivalent to meeting the old god once.

He closed his eyes tightly, trying to digest the remaining power of the blood.

Usenbu smiled.

He turned around, put the empty wine glass by his feet, and started making other food with the bonfire in front of him. The raw materials came from a hunt this morning.

At this time, someone walked by.

A basket of fresh charcoal was placed at his feet, as well as spices in earthenware bowls.

Wu Senbu raised his head and saw a handsome girl, a good boy with a southern face, about the same age as his youngest daughter.

He beckoned, and stuffed the sweetest fruit in the mountain into the other's palm.

Joan bowed to Wusenbu, but the latter just smiled kindly. This expression reminded her of the late Hamsin...

It was a good memory.

When Ken opened his eyes, Joan had left.

This girl is like the shadow of a battle banner, or a ghost in forest legends, who can accurately determine the timing of disappearance, as if she has no sense of existence, but is always silently handling trivial things.

"How many drinks is this?" Hume came over aggressively, "It's not enough, brother, we have to drink upside down."

He squatted by the campfire, picked up the half-grilled meat, and ate it.

Sidi stood behind her, and she met Wusenbu's eyes, but she didn't stop Hume - if the beast's meat is not handled properly, it is easy to cause problems.

Ken raised an eyebrow.

He saw Hume's blood bar trembling.

The long strips of Yinhong decrease and increase again and again, it seems that a chronic disease is fighting against the ability to recover.

【Status: Diarrhea 12%】

"Ah, here," he looked at Wusenbu next to him, "should we..."

But the strange old man of the fern tribe was unmoved, he was indifferent to everyone except Ken.

City gestured behind Hume's back not to warn him.

This guy is used to being rough, reckless and fearless, and needs some memorable lessons to grow his memory.

Ken sighed.

Hume suddenly raised his head.

He wiped his greasy mouth, then wiped it on his chest, and said happily: "Brother, don't you want to know what are the other rewards of the competition?"

　Let's celebrate before National Day.

　　First more.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)