Let's start by analyzing the sun

A sliver of fish-belly white appeared in the sky.

The long night was about to pass.

Gang Yan sat under a ram horn tree, glanced up at the sky, and muttered, "It's almost dawn."

He turned his head again, looking at several fellow tribesmen bound like rice dumplings, a flash of sympathy quickly crossing his eyes.

This totem master immediately suppressed his pity, his eyes turning cold again.

Being chosen by the tribe as a living sacrifice was indeed worthy of sympathy.

But attempting to escape and betraying the Steel Horn Tribe was not worthy of sympathy at all.

Gang Yan spoke again, as if to himself, as if declaring his position: "Traitors all deserve to die!"

A fighter next to him picked up the thread: "These dog things made us chase them all night, it's exhausting."

The escaped sacrifices were a fighter and his six family members.

Precisely because of this, the tribe had dispatched a totem master to lead the team.

The fighter put on a flattering attitude and lowered his voice: "Sir, the little daughter of the rebel has some beauty, would you like to…"

Although he only said half of it, those who understood, understood.

Gang Yan was a little tempted, but also a little hesitant: "Sacrifices must be kept pure, wouldn't doing this be bad?"

The fighter knew that the other party was an old lecher and immediately said, "As long as we don't tell, how will the tribe know? Just throw her in the river to wash up after we're done."

Gang Yan was even more tempted.

The fighter spoke even more vigorously: "Sir, you have been born and died for the tribe for so many years, isn't it right for you to enjoy a sacrifice?"

This guy smiled lewdly: "You should know, this kind of thing is actually very common in the tribe."

Gang Yan was persuaded.

He turned his head and glanced at the young female sacrifice, seeing her face full of tears, he suddenly lost his desire.

Forget it.

This is just a pitiful person, why bother?

Gang Yan shook his head, his face suddenly turning cold: "Don't say anymore!"

The fighter smiled sheepishly, not daring to speak again.

Gang Yan then issued an order: "Immediately have someone prepare food, after eating, take the traitors back to the tribe."

The fighter responded and obediently left.

Soon.

A group of Green Sheep people busied themselves.

Some went out hunting, some gathered firewood.

Gang Yan sat quietly for a while, his right hand suddenly moved, and a phantom blade-like leaf instantly emerged from his palm.

His left hand stroked the phantom leaf, his mind striving to communicate with the leaf, the surface of the leaf flashing with faint ripples, looking quite magical.

This was to hone the power of the totem.

Gang Yan's totem shadow originated from the tribe's Blade Tree totem pole, and the leaves of the Blade Tree were like blades, so the totem shadow also inherited this characteristic.

Constantly honing the power of the totem could make the phantom leaves sharper, thereby increasing the lethality of the totem shadow.

After a while.

Gang Yan aimed the leaf at a stone and lightly swiped it through the air.

The stone silently split into two halves, the cut surface as smooth as a mirror.

He nodded in satisfaction and muttered, "Among the tribe's thirty-odd totem masters, my strength should rank in the top ten."

Just then.

A voice suddenly rang in Gang Yan's ear: "It's a pity that the power of the totem is only used for combat."

He was startled and instinctively turned his head to look.

He saw a young Green Sheep man sitting behind him with a smiling face.

Although this looked very friendly, Gang Yan only felt terrified.

This person appeared behind him, but he was completely unaware, and he didn't even know when the other party appeared.

This meant that if the other party wanted to kill him, there would be absolutely no difficulty.

Gang Yan's right hand trembled slightly, and he asked with a hoarse voice, "Respected sir, what is your advice?"

This young Green Sheep man was naturally Cheng Han.

He didn't answer the question, but instead asked: "Do you know why the leaves of the Blade Tree are so sharp?"

Gang Yan was a little dazed.

In this guy's cognition, the Blade Tree had always been sharp, just like people had to eat and drink, it was just a matter of course, and he had never thought about the reason behind it.

Gang Yan honestly said, "Please forgive my ignorance, sir."

Cheng Han squatted down, grabbed a handful of red soil, and explained: "The answer lies in the soil."

Gang Yan was even more confused.

What does this have to do with the soil?

Cheng Han narrated slowly: "The ground beneath our feet contains an exceptionally rich amount of iron elements.

"The Blade Tree happens to possess a unique ability, they can absorb and utilize iron elements, forming a thin layer of blade on the edge of the leaves.

"This is the fundamental reason why the leaves of the Blade Tree are so sharp."

Although he didn't understand whether the other party was a friend or foe, nor did he understand the other party's purpose, Gang Yan still sincerely said, "Your knowledge is too profound."

Cheng Han tilted his palm, letting the soil slide from his hand, and continued: "I increasingly feel that the Green Sheep tribe has gone down the wrong path."

Among the many worlds he had seen, in terms of iron element content, the Green Sheep World was definitely number one, several times higher than the second place.

He sincerely felt that the Green Sheep people were wasting this huge wealth.

Gang Yan respectfully said, "Please enlighten me, sir."

This guy glanced around, couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva.

The noisy sounds of preparing breakfast had become very strange at this moment, as if coming from a very distant place.

This made Gang Yan even more frightened, and he had no intention of making small moves at all.

Cheng Han said to himself: "The true purpose of the Blade Tree's characteristic of absorbing iron elements is not to serve as a totem pole, but in other aspects."

He lightly waved his right hand, and a little green light fell into the red soil.

"Poof!"

A Blade Tree instantly sprang up, and grew to two meters tall at an extremely fast speed.

Although short, it was lush and leafy.

Gang Yan immediately noticed that the leaves on the branches were very different from normal Blade Trees.

The leaves were obviously thicker, and the shape was not quite the same.

Cheng Han glanced at him and said with a smile, "You can pick a leaf and take a look."

Gang Yan obediently did so, reaching out and picking a leaf.

The moment he got it.

This guy couldn't help but let out a "Huh" sound: "The leaves are so heavy."

Gang Yan pinched the leaf and realized that there was something inside.

He tore open the leaf in a few strokes and was immediately stunned.

He saw that a blade was mixed in it.

This scene once again subverted the cognition of this Green Sheep fighter.

Iron pieces can actually grow in leaves?

That's too exaggerated!

Cheng Han smiled slightly, correcting the other party's cognition: "This is a blade."

He casually picked another leaf and took out the iron piece from it.

Then he lightly wiped it with a finger, and one side became a sharp blade.

This ability of "freehand sharpening" made Gang Yan's pupils shrink.

Cheng Han then pinched one end of the blade, a flash of green light flashed across his fingertips, and slender vines grew rapidly, turning into a handle.

Thus.

A sharp knife was formed.

When Gang Yan saw this knife, it was as if a thunderclap sounded in his mind.

In his eyes.

This is not just a knife.

But a door to a new world, was pushed open.

Cheng Han nimbly waved the knife, making a "whoosh whoosh" sound, and asked: "Do you understand the meaning?"

Gang Yan suddenly became excited, and spoke stutteringly: "We… all the metal utensils we need, can… can grow out of trees."

Cheng Han affirmed: "That's right, that's it!"

He couldn't help but sigh: "Trees like the Blade Tree and the Ram Horn Tree that absorb metal are clearly gifts generously given to the Green Sheep tribe by the world, but we have wasted the gifts of the world."

Ram Horn Trees also have the characteristic of absorbing iron elements, but the main absorption part is the trunk, their bark and trunk are extremely hard.

The Green Sheep tribe widely uses bark to make armor, and uses the trunk as building material, furniture and houses made of Green Sheep wood are very strong, and it is easy to use them for more than a hundred years.

Cheng Han felt that every Green Sheep wood was a natural casting workshop, which could completely manufacture large metal parts.

It's just a pity that for tens of thousands of years, not a single Green Sheep person has thought of this.

They could have had a developed civilization, but they ignored the treasures that were close at hand, and still lived a primitive life of slash-and-burn cultivation.

At this moment.

Cheng Han leisurely handed the knife to the other party, and gestured towards the "sacrifices": "Use this knife to cut their ropes."

Gang Yan stared at the knife, and fell into deep hesitation.

He knew very well in his heart that once he took this knife, he would never be able to turn back, and the tribe would regard him as a traitor.

But.

If he doesn't take it, I'm afraid…

Gang Yan took a deep breath and immediately made a decision - take it!

This guy stretched out his hands to take the knife, knelt on one knee and gave a big salute: "As you wish!"

As soon as the words fell.

It was as if an invisible barrier had been broken.

The surrounding noisy sounds reappeared all of a sudden.

At the same time.

Cheng Han was also gone.

Gang Yan was stunned for a moment, and a cold voice rang in his ear: "Kill everyone else!"

He quickly responded: "Understood!"

Gang Yan stood up, a fierce aura showing on his face.

Soon.

The camp was littered with corpses.

Gang Yan looked at this scene and sighed deeply.

Now that things have come to this, he can't turn back, he can only bite the bullet and go all the way to the dark.

But what made him even more awed was the methods of that lord, the other party just showed some small tricks, and forced himself to betray the tribe.

Next to him.

Several "sacrifices" who had escaped death, each looked horrified, their eyes also revealing great confusion.

Gang Yan carefully put away the knife and showed them a smile: "From now on, we are people of the Dawn Tribe."

The "we" in it deliberately emphasized the tone, indicating that everyone was companions in the same camp.

The name "Dawn Tribe" was the information that appeared inexplicably in this guy's mind after he killed his original subordinates.

Gang Yan waved his hand vigorously: "Let's go!"

After speaking.

He took the lead in taking a step.

Several new members looked at each other for a while, and honestly followed.

After a while.

A white bird flew over quickly and circled over everyone's heads.

Gang Yan looked up and looked surprised: "Could this be the guide appointed by the lord?"

The information left by the lord said that a guide would come to lead the way later.

He also felt that it was impossible, and laughed mockingly: "How can a bird be a guide? I'm really thinking too much."

"Chirp!"

The bird's cry came down.

Gang Yan was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but mutter: "Amazing!"