Just as Zhao Rui was about to take a closer look, Duan Chen suddenly stepped forward and pulled open a young man's shirt.
"Although Tu Shen Liquor is good, it also has serious side effects. If someone who is not a person with profound martial arts, strong body, and meridians that are different from ordinary people drinks it, it will cause the dantian to rupture."
"Your Highness, please look at the physiques of these young people. Although they have been strengthened to the extreme by the earth god wine, their life span will be shortened by more than half, and they will also lose their fertility. If they are not careful, they will die suddenly."
Having said this, Duan Chen's face became a bit sad and he sighed repeatedly.
By this time, Zhao Rui also understood everything.
The earth god wine is a double-edged sword for the native tribesmen. It can help them create an invincible elite, and it can also make them extinct.
For so many years, in order to protect the native tribe, the men in the tribe drank the wine of the Earth God, even at the cost of having their Dantians shattered and losing their children.
Although it can protect their village from outside interference to a certain extent, it cannot stop the pace of destruction.
Unless you can find a person who can drink the Tushen wine and be fine, teach him the Harsha magic technique, and then make him the leader of the Tusheng tribe, then there will be a future.
Duan Chen's eyes were a little more sparkling, and he didn't know whether he was excited or lamenting.
"His Royal Highness King Zhao, now you should know why I fell out with the Sanmiao people after you drank the Tushen Wine, right?"
Zhao Rui nodded, slowly took a step forward, and looked at the few native people in front of him.
He finally understood why such an ancient ethnic group declined like this.
Just when he was about to express his feelings, Duan Chen suddenly appeared behind him.
"Your Highness, you drank so much earth god wine and nothing happened. Sandroli and all the fasting girls will marry you. This is our rule here!"
"When you master the Harsha Magic Skill, I hope you can take them out of here and at least give them a stable living environment."
Zhao Rui was slightly stunned. Although he had already guessed that the native tribe would have such rules, he did not expect Duan Chen to be so decisive.
This is equivalent to giving all the young women of the native tribe to him.
"If I guess correctly, that Jin Balun stays here. In addition to coveting the earth wine and the magic power of the sun, he also wants to marry Sangzhuoli."
Duan Chen nodded, his eyes full of helplessness.
"There is nothing we can do about it. Jin Balun is a disciple of the Twelve Holy Lords of the Miao Territory. He has extremely high martial arts skills and can drink half a cup of earth god wine without getting drunk. In addition, the Twelve Holy Lords of the Miao Territory and my native tribe
We had some friendship, so I let him stay."
Zhao Rui's brows turned into knots again.
Ever since he entered Southern Xinjiang, he had heard the name of the Twelve Holy Lords more than once. Unexpectedly, he heard it from Duan Chen again. It seemed that these guys were definitely not simple.
"Old Patriarch, I wonder who these twelve holy masters are?"
Duan Chen was slightly stunned.
"Don't you know them?"
Zhao Rui shook his head: "I don't know much about Miao Jiang affairs. I hope seniors can give me some advice."
Duan Chen didn't say anything more, just took out a map from his body and handed it over.