The central part of the Southern Wilderness, the ancestral land of the Rat Tribe.
This is a forest that has been burned by fire. There are a lot of scorch marks in the forest. The collapsed houses are covered with grass, and the underground caves are also covered with moss.
The squirrel was walking among the ruins, feeling very sad.
The rat tribe was once strong and prosperous, but now it has fallen apart and has no fixed place to live.
He saw a huge stone. The totem pattern of the rat tribe was carved on the huge stone, but it was also damaged, with traces of burnt, smeared, and knocked on it.
The gray rat stroked the totem pattern, looked at the desolate and dilapidated tribe, and secretly clenched his fists.
"If I can succeed in becoming the leader this time..."
Gray Rat did not say the next words, because he knew very well that it was almost impossible to restore the Rat tribe to its former prosperity and strength.
The totem god of the Rat tribe has fallen. Without the protection of the totem god, it would be difficult to survive in this dangerous land.
The squirrel walked around the dilapidated ancestral land, then returned to the big stone with totem patterns carved on it, and took out five kinds of paint, a bag of water, and a pitted stone.
He first poured black paint into the pits of the stone, then poured some water, stirred it, dipped his fingers in the paint, and painted the totem pattern of the rat tribe on his face.
The totem pattern of the rat tribe is the image of a rat head with bared teeth, which looks very fierce.
Squirrel had already drawn the totem pattern for himself countless times, and he finished it quickly as he was familiar with it.
Then, he poured out the black paint, cleaned the pits, and started using the second paint.
The second one was green. After he mixed it with water, he directly drew a horizontal line on his left and right cheeks.
This is a warrior pattern, which represents the strength of a warrior and is also a kind of honor.
Warrior patterns are particular. One color can only use green to draw one pattern. Two-color warriors can use green and red to draw two lines. Three-color warriors can use green, red, and yellow to draw three lines...and so on.
Squirrel used to be a relatively weak warrior of one color and could only draw one warrior pattern.
But now, after finishing one painting, he did not stop and directly started to mix the second paint and paint the second red warrior pattern.
After finishing the second line, he drew the third yellow warrior pattern and the fourth blue warrior pattern!
After drawing four warrior patterns in a row, he stopped his slightly trembling hands, feeling indescribably excited.
This was the first time he painted four-color warrior patterns. He felt like he was in a dream, which was so unreal.
In just one winter, he went from a weak one-color warrior to a powerful four-color warrior. No one would believe him if he told him.
But all this is not without cost.
In the squirrel's body, the seed left by the divine vine had sprouted and wrapped around his heart. A green vine grew out of his back.
This tender green vine is usually like a tattoo, hidden under his skin. Once it needs nourishment or the chinchilla encounters an accident, it will be revealed.
New vines need to absorb a lot of nutrients, so squirrels often involuntarily walk into dangerous primeval forests, actively or passively grabbing prey for the vines.
When he encounters prey that he cannot kill, the vine will appear, kill the prey, and absorb the essence of the prey's flesh and blood.
In return, every time Shen Teng absorbs a prey, he will give part of the essence to the squirrel to strengthen his muscles, bones, internal organs, etc.
Therefore, the squirrel's strength can be rapidly improved in a short period of time and become a powerful four-color warrior.
At the same time, squirrels can also take away the animal skins, teeth, etc. of their prey, in exchange for a large amount of supplies for themselves.
In addition to using these supplies for himself, he would also bring them back to the gathering place and tell others that he had stolen the items based on his ability.
Some of the things he dedicated directly to the leader, so that the leader would look upon him with admiration and even treat him as a confidant. Some of them were distributed privately to some rat tribe warriors he was optimistic about to win people's hearts.
As Jiang Xuan said, as long as the gray rat does not betray the Vine tribe, this seed will bring him huge benefits.
But if Squirrel had the idea of getting rid of the Vine Tribe or even betraying the Vine Tribe, Shen Teng could kill him at any time.
After drawing the totem pattern, the chinchilla's eyes became sharp.
He checked his weapons and quenched the poison on the blades of each weapon.
Afterwards, he took everything with him and took one last look at the dilapidated ancestral land and the blurred totem patterns on the boulders. Then he straightened his back and strode towards the direction of his residence.
His strength is already strong enough, and he doesn't want to endure it any longer.
He wants to kill the leader and replace him!
That night, the squirrel returned to the vicinity of its residence and hid, not showing up for the time being.
The rat tribe warriors who went out to steal things and hunt came out of caves one after another, and then disappeared into the forest.
The Rat tribe is different from other tribes. They are used to sleeping during the day and going out at night.
The squirrel hid in a cave, recharging its energy and continuing to wait patiently.
The night passed quickly.
The next day, when it was just dawn, the rat tribe warriors who had gone out came back one after another.
At this time, the leader of the rat tribe leading these warriors will appear on the ground to check today's harvest.
In the place where the Gray Rat is located, there are about two hundred rat tribe members. Except for the old and the weak, everyone else needs to go out to hunt, gather and steal.
As for the tribesmen who are sick and unable to move, as well as those with disabilities, they will be driven out ruthlessly by the leader, leaving them to fend for themselves in the dangerous virgin forest.
As the sky gradually grew brighter, more than two hundred tribesmen had gathered, and the leader finally appeared.
He emerged from a forest, carrying a plump gray rabbit in his hand.
In the tribal era when everyone didn't have enough to eat, as a leader, you also needed to work, and the same goes for the leader of the Rat Tribe.
The leader put the gray-furred rabbit on the ground and began to check the tribesmen's harvest today.
This is the happiest time of his day, because he can choose the best things for himself from what he has harvested.
This is one of the privileges of being a leader.
The gray rat was refreshed and came out of the cave. He was holding a spear. There was also a bronze sword coin given to him by Jiang Xuan hidden in his animal skin coat. The blade was sharpened by him and the poison was quenched. p>
The squirrel lowered his head as usual and quickly walked to the leader.
The leader was busy picking out good things at this time. When he saw the squirrel coming, he glanced in his direction.
"Squirrel, you came just in time, help me find out which piece of animal meat is the most delicious..."
The leader paused mid-sentence because he saw that there were four warrior patterns on the gray rat's face.
You know, even the leader himself is only a three-color warrior, with only three warrior patterns on his face.
The leader's face darkened and he said displeasedly: "Squirrel, you are just a warrior of one color. What qualifications do you have to draw four warrior patterns? Why don't you erase it quickly."
Squirrel Xiangruo said in a panic: "Chief, I just...just want to have fun...wipe it off now, wipe it off now..."
While he was speaking, he had already walked up to the leader. He held a spear in his hand and pretended to raise his head to wipe the warrior lines on his face.
When he raised his hand to a certain height, a fierce light appeared in his eyes, and he held the spear in both hands and stabbed the leader fiercely!
No one expected such a change to happen, including the leader who had previously regarded Squirrel as his confidant.
The distance between the two was too close. When the leader wanted to escape, it was already too late.
"Poof!"
The spear pierced the leader's chest hard and spun around.
"You..."
Blood gushed out, and the leader felt that his strength was being drained quickly.
He wanted to fight back, but the numb feeling in his body made him lose the strength to fight back.
That spear is quenched with poison!
"Bang!"
The gray rat kicked the leader to the ground, pulled out his spear, and stabbed him in the neck again.
"GuluGulu..."
"Ho...ho..."
The leader's hands were weakly covering his neck, and his eyes were staring at the squirrel, very unwillingly.
All this sounds very slow, but actually it only happens in a short period of time.
When the surrounding rat tribe warriors reacted, the leader had already been stabbed to death by two gray rat spears.
"The gray rat killed the leader!"
"Kill him!"
The leader also cultivated a few real cronies. After these cronies reacted, they immediately grabbed their weapons and rushed towards the gray rat in anger.
It's a pity that they are only two-color warriors, and Gray Rat is now a four-color warrior.
"Puff puff puff!"
The gray rat easily walked around among the siege of several people, the spear in his hand was constantly stained with blood, and before long, the former leader's cronies also fell in a pool of blood.
Until their death, they were unwilling to believe that the gray rat had become so powerful.
Most of the other rat tribe members have benefited from the gray rat during this time, and the leader is dead. The gray rat seems to be very powerful. For a while, they don't know what to do.
At this moment, Gray Rat held the bloody spear upside down, stepped on the chest of the original leader, and said: "From today on, I am your leader. If anyone is not convinced, just come over and give it a try!"
The people of the rat tribe were originally timid, but now the gray rat looks like a murderous god, which makes them very afraid. Who dares to come?
One of the tribesmen who had been enveloped by the gray rat was the first to shout: "Leader Gray Rat, Chief Gray Rat..."
Immediately afterwards, other people who had a good relationship with the squirrel also reacted and shouted after them.
People follow the herd. When a group of people are shouting, other people can only follow and shout loudly, for fear that the squirrel will think that they are not convinced and kill them.
The gray rat finally smiled as he listened to the shouts of more than two hundred tribesmen.
From today on, he is no longer a nobody, but a tribal leader who manages more than 200 people!
Of course, his ambitions don’t stop there. He hopes to recruit other forces from the Rat Tribe in the future to rebuild the Rat Tribe and become a true tribal leader!