ps: Sunday's second update, everyone, pigs don't owe any debts, hehe

Time flies, and more than thirty days have passed without realizing it.

Early that morning, in the open space in the central part of the Tude South tribe, in a dim bark house with an extremely huge area, thirty strong indigenous dwarfs knelt in front of Zhang Lisheng, and put their heads tightly against the cold ground, and saluted.

"There are only 30% chances to pass the blessing ceremony alive. Have you all thought about it?" The young man asked while wearing a blue surgical gown, a mask without any scruples, and washing his hands in the stone canal where living water flows continuously.

"Great attackers, being able to accept your 'blessing ceremony' is a glory that we cannot ask for in our lifetime, and we are willing to pay the price of our lives for it." The native warriors said on their knees.

"Even if you pay the price of your life, you are willing. Such sensational words are new words taught to you by Tugra," Zhang Lisheng murmured, pointing to the many stone platforms in the bark room and raised his voice. "You have all the medicines you want to take when you accept the 'blessing'. Just ask Zhang Shitai to lie down with his back facing up, take the medicine, and we will start the ceremony immediately."

"As for the order, attacker." Hearing the attacker's orders, the soldiers and leaders of the "Tudnan" climbed onto the stone platform, lay down and carefully took out a large bag of bitter white pills wrapped in tree bark paper from their waists, chewed them and swallowed them into their stomachs, and soon fell asleep.

"You have to use sleeping pills that make the elephant faint to anesthetize these fire hell people. I really don't know how these dwarfs evolved..." Cleaning their hands. Zhang Lisheng turned around to the natives who had already lying down on the stone platform, and began to carefully check their breathing one by one, and locked the hands and feet of these natives with shackles.

After walking around, seeing that all the natives had really lost consciousness, the young man nodded with satisfaction, walked to the stone table beside the wall of the house, and pressed the buttons at the top of the two cylinder-like silver containers one after another.

The flowers in the container were cracked into several petals as if they were in full bloom, revealing the thirty "golden elixir fragments" floating inside.

"The last thirty pills..." Zhang Lisheng murmured to himself, first picked up the syringe and walked to the local warrior closest to him, and injected a full tube of "stabilizer".

Then he returned to the stone table again, threw down the syringe, held a "fragment" with one hand, and held a sharp scalpel in the other hand, and came to the native man who had injected the "stabilizer". He skillfully cut open the flesh on his spine with one hand to expose the spine. After the fracture, he put a "golden elixir fragment" in the fracture without hesitation.

During the last time he successfully transplanted 'fragments' for nine 'Tudenan' soldiers, Zhang Lisheng found that due to the lack of experimental materials, he and his mentor had to try to transplant them multiple times with a 'fragment'. In fact, he made a very low-level common sense mistake, that is, genetic infection.

Since transplanting the "Golden Pill Fragments" is like an allogeneic organ transplant, the primary condition for success is whether the receptor's rejection reaction can be suppressed. Every time the "fragments" are transplanted, even if they are not successful, they will inevitably be infected by the receptor's genes, making the chance of success of the next transplant smaller and decrease in turn.

In this case, Steven was able to develop a mature "stabilizer" to ensure the success of the autologous transplantation of "Golden Pill Fragments". Zhang Lisheng improved this "stabilizer" to a physique suitable for the Fire Hell people. Apart from miracles, it is simply indescribable, but even so, the "fragments" used in all successful transplant cases of the two were brand new and uninfected.

"It's really exhausting and exciting to use 1,380 'Golden Pill fragments' in thirty days.

If there had been so much experimental material, my mentor and I would not have made such a simple and obvious idiotic mistake.

However, if you don’t make mistakes, maybe an effective ‘stabilizer’ may not be published. Most of the great scientific discoveries are born with good luck…” Zhang Lisheng murmured in a harsh wailing sound, putting the last ‘fragment’ into the white bone marrow of the natives with tweezers. He breathed a sigh of relief, retreated to the wall, and looked at the tragic phenomenon in the bark house.

As his eyes swept, a dwarf warrior whose body was swollen to more than three meters high and whose muscles were protruding like earthworms suddenly burst out, and before the flesh and blood had fallen to the ground, it evaporated into ashes.

As time slowly progressed, twenty-one of the thirty powerful "Tudnan" warrior leaders turned into a shadowless and disappeared, while nine persevered and fell into a long sleep of "transformation".

The chance of success is exactly 30%. Without the improved "stabilizer", the success rate of transplanting "fragments" increased from 25% to 30%. The only possibility is the influence of psychological factors.

In other words, because more and more Super Hell people have successfully transplanted the "Golden Elixir Fragments", the Tudenan people who received the transplant have become more and more confident in the "blessing" of the attackers, resulting in the continuous increase in the success rate of transplantation. This is the same as the principle that taking the "placebo" with no effect can sometimes cure diseases.

Of course, this improvement is only due to a simple psychological effect, and there is always a limit. If it increases to 30%, it has reached its peak. But even so, the number of warrior leaders in the Tude South tribe who have obtained extraordinary power has unexpectedly reached 400.

"There are nine soldiers and leaders who have successfully received the 'blessing' this time. Send them to the pool for soaking." After seeing the results of the operation, Zhang Lisheng walked out of the wooden house, stretched in the warm midday sun, and ordered the tribal chore leader who was waiting for the fat waist bent down his side.

"See your order." When the tribal attackers actually ordered him to do things in person, the choreographer seemed a little excited and winked at a group of stout indigenous women not far away, and quickly walked into the tree house.

Zhang Lisheng was walking casually in the tribe and asked the Tudenan head man who was following him: "How is it, Tugela, are there any new movements in the tribes that are said to be going to give us a letter of war?"

"There are no great attackers who fear that you will conquer the powerful forces of the two powerful tribes, "Kazilu" one day ago, said they formed a coalition, but in fact they are still shrinking." Tugra answered respectfully in a tone of contempt for the enemy.

Since the leader of the "Tudnan" warrior who had the power of casting spells began to have more than a dozen people awakened one after another, the tribe leader's face became more and more relaxed.

"How many times have I said it, it's not that I have captured 'Kazilu' and 'Mocajo'..." Zhang Lisheng waved his hand and said, "Forget this kind of thing, whatever you want to say.

I have calculated that the tribe's hunting ground is now close to one-sixth of the entire island area. If we want to be completely safe, we must occupy at least one-third of the territory of the island.

Since those tribal coalitions did not come to us, we would go to them and be prepared. When all the soldiers and leaders who had passed the 'blessing ceremony' awaken, we would greet all the Fire Tribes on this island that were hostile to 'Tudnan'."

If the monsters in the Fire Hell tribe were not forced by special circumstances, they were rarely willing to fight to the death;

Moreover, even if a tribe completes its expansion and wants to consolidate its foundation, the time it takes to be calculated in ten or even a hundred years. Although wars occur frequently between the Fire Hell tribes, real wars of conquest are rare.

But the situation is completely different for "Tudnan". First of all, its attackers can use strange biological knowledge to transplant the monster "Golden Pill fragments" to create the "Super Hell Man" so that the war dividend can be fulfilled in a very short time;

Secondly, all rights of this tribe are concentrated in the hands of one person without any constraints;

Finally, it has sufficient food sources to raise powerful war mounts and implements the "separation of soldiers and civilians", which greatly reduces the number of warriors who need to go to the battlefield, and the corresponding casting power is also reduced a lot, but the combat power is greatly increased.

In short, only with enough background can the "Tudenan" be turned into a brutal war machine and 'rassing' on the island.

The "Golden Pills" contributed by the two tribes of "Kazilu" and "Mokajo" turned into fragments and successfully transplanted into the bodies of 400 "Tudnan" warrior leaders, giving the tribe the foundation they needed.

From the attackers' urgent need for the corpses of monsters and their solemnly ordered careful disposal, combined with the destruction of "Kazilu" and "Mokajo" he conducted thousands of "blessing rituals" one after another, Tugra has guessed that the so-called "blessing" should be related to the corpses of monsters, and has also vaguely seen the key to the matter.

Therefore, when the cautious Tudnan man heard Zhang Lisheng's order, he immediately responded unpredictably and sincerely: "Abide by the great attacker, I will hand over your orders to prepare all the warriors of the tribe."

"Don't be so anxious. It will take a month for all the warrior leaders who have been blessed to wake up. During this period, I plan to leave the tribe for a while, and I'll wait for me to come back before preparing for war.

Now, there are twelve or three warrior leaders who have mastered spell casting power to wake up. I think in a few days, even if the tribal coalition forces really attack suddenly, it is impossible to defeat 'Tudnan'."

"Please rest assured that the great attacker, even the strongest Kamandor tribe on the island, does not have 40,000 elite warriors riding the "giant spider". With the blessing of magic, we will be invincible."

‘Camandor’ is the tribe to which Zhang Lisheng met on the beach when he first entered the ‘Shrimp B1 Island’ on the ‘Elizabeth Holiday’.
Chapter completed!