In the room.
Chen Feng carefully examined the weapon in front of him.
This was the trophy from the current campaign, a weapon crafted by the Natives. From the modern aesthetic perspective, these weapons looked very crude, yet they were highly practical.
[Simple]
[Practical]
These two words are enough to summarize these weapons.
The weapons in the hands of the Natives, compared to ornants, have only one purpose: to kill. With limited resources, they’ve created the sharpest killing tools.
Thousands of spears.
Aside from the combined beliefs, this might be the biggest harvest this ti.
More importantly, the wear rate of these weapons is not high, which indicates that apart from Insect Armor, enhanced blades, and guns, the warriors in the Economic Developnt Zone will soon be equipped with new weapons.
The spears are made from hard minerals. Imagine, when thousands of spears are thrown, how terrifying the deterrent will be.
This indicates that the first wave of charging insects will instantly turn into a pile of flesh, effectively disrupting the insects’ assault plans.
Besides that, there are hundreds of axes which can also be thrown to injure enemies when necessary.
Twenty-so boxes, thousands of weapons, Chen Feng patiently examined them one by one.
As Chen Feng casually checked, he inadvertently discovered a wood carving.
"Hmm?"
Chen Feng showed so interest and focused his gaze on the wood carving.
As the leader of the Economic Developnt Zone, Chen Feng now has everything he wants. Even if it’s expensive antiques and paintings, he can fill an entire warehouse with just one word.
The workmanship of this wood carving is not exactly delicate, but it caught Chen Feng’s attention because he had seen it before and even fought against it.
With tentacles and nurous mouths, isn’t it the monster he battled against?
Chen Feng held it in his hand, surprisingly, this statue, which seed like just a piece of wood, emitted a biting cold, like an icy chill, even making Chen Feng with his Fla Demon body feel a bit cold.
"This is no ordinary item!"
Chen Feng sensed a strong energy fluctuation from it. Clearly, this was no simple wood carving but an Enchanted Equipnt.
So of the monster’s energy was infused into it, its effect was not summoning, but more akin to a Protective Talisman.
Similar to the blessing of an Evil God.
Except, instead of channeling the power into a person, it’s placed in a container, just like this wood carving, bearing the monster’s power.
When encountering so powerful attacks, it can automatically shield the owner a few tis.
The familiarity Chen Feng had was because, in his past life, he had seen the Enchanter craft such equipnt, layering so power on it, that when attacked, like by bullets or arrows, a shield could automatically activate to protect the owner from harm.
Enchanters were known as the quickest earners for a reason.
At any ti, people fear death.
Even though such a shield may not defend against overly fierce attacks, it adds a life-saving asure for so, which makes such equipnt highly sought after.
If one had to make an evaluation, then equipnt that could defend against bullets has a value of 1, while this strange wood carving is a 5.
What does this signify?
This hanger can even withstand the pinnacle strikes of an Inferior Demon, Dark Elf, or Undead Mage together, showing the value of this equipnt is beyond common comprehension.
"Good stuff!"
Even though Chen Feng already had learned to keep his emotions unexpressed, seeing this wood carving, he couldn’t hide the excitent on his face.
Clearly, this was the treasure the monster gave to the Natives as a fortress-protecting artifact, able to help them withstand attacks when necessary.
However, the invasion was so sudden that the Native leaders didn’t even have the chance to use it before being wiped out, causing this treasure to fall into Chen Feng’s hands serendipitously.
After so accumulation over ti, Chen Feng nominally owns only two Enchanted Weapons now: one is the Cursed Longsword given to him by Feng Zhiyong, and the other is the Enchanted Wood Carving in front of him.
For the forr, with Chen Feng’s current power, he cannot fully grasp it, only after reaching Gold will he have the opportunity to use and control it, but this Enchanted Wood Carving is no issue, as long as it’s worn, it will automatically activate upon encountering irresistible danger, forming a protective barrier.
The monster could never have imagined that not only was the source of its faith destroyed, but even such a treasure would end up in Chen Feng’s hands.
Things have beco interesting.
Even Chen Feng was sowhat surprised by the unexpected discovery.
Chen Feng put away the statue, hanging it at his waist. Compared to so cheap Enchanted Equipnt, this level of existence is truly a second life.
The night grew deep.
But Chen Feng is not ready to sleep yet, as he still had so things to do.
"Bring that tattooed man."
Chen Feng’s command was swiftly responded to, and not long after, a native with strange totems tattooed on his face was brought before Chen Feng.
After interrogating so natives, Chen Feng had grasped so simple information about them.
After reaching adulthood, each ti they killed a powerful prey, they could tattoo a mark on their face. As for the man before him, tattoos covered his entire face, proving he was a true warrior.
[Gray Wolf]
Translated into human language, that’s his na.
He got injured in battle, but even with a leg and an arm shot through with bullets, he managed to kill three warriors, showing just how ferocious he could be.
It was because of this that he caught Chen Feng’s attention.
Two Demon Horns appeared on Chen Feng’s head at a speed visible to the naked eye. At this mont, sitting on the chair, he seed like a demon crawling out from the Abyss, using his re presence to instill a primal fear in Gray Wolf.
"What do you think about what I asked you to consider?" Chen Feng asked faintly.
The Demon Horns granted Chen Feng the ability to communicate with him.
With two thousand natives, it was a massive population to govern, and humans with a language barrier were completely unsuitable. Hence, he needed a puppet to help him complete this managent task.
The Gray Wolf before him was undoubtedly the best choice.
Gray Wolf looked sowhat hesitant. This man, deed a true warrior in the jungle, resembled a small beast in front of Chen Feng. He murmured, "I’m sorry, I can’t agree to your request. You destroyed my holand; I can’t help you oppress my people. If I can’t avoid it, I’d rather choose death."
Tough? Perhaps.
This was a true warrior, loyal to his heart even in such disadvantageous circumstances.
"Is that so?" Chen Feng’s face bore a playful expression as he slowly said, "You should know, you will never return to your holand, and here is your new starting point. You and your people are rely my slaves, your lives and deaths held in my hands. However, I’m not as bloodthirsty as you imagine. My only demand is for you to work better for . I can give you houses, clothes, food, and even a chance to regain freedom."
"Freedom requires strength to maintain!"
"Without my pardon, you and all your offspring will spend life in only one identity, that of a slave."
"Is this what you wish?"
"For yourself and your people to serve like livestock, punished by the whip at the slightest mistake, even unto death."
"You should know, my subordinates can’t communicate with you, so so requests can’t be conveyed to . But you’re different. If you can help control these people, even if you occasionally make so moderate demands of , I might just et them."
Chen Feng’s words echoed in Gray Wolf’s ears like the obscure language of a demon. This stubborn man showed a hint of struggle; they were now dependent, a reflection of their situation. Chen Feng was right. If others controlled the tribe, misunderstandings would arise due to the language barrier.
Even worse, those evil, cruel, and ruthless humans might amuse themselves by whipping the tribe like beasts, which was not what he wanted to see.
"Listen."
Chen Feng stood and looked down at him, "You only have one chance. I need you to help control these people. As long as you complete your daily tasks, I’ll provide food and shelters for warmth."
"Moreover, I occasionally pardon well-performing individuals for freedom. Do you know what this ans? Those people can have their own land under my power, even enlist, and beco warriors under my command."
"My rcy only happens this once."
"I don’t like being rejected. If you refuse again, I’ll kill you as you wish, and your people will forever lose their chance of freedom."
"Now, give your answer."
Intimidation and temptation were Chen Feng’s habitual tactics; though sowhat cliché, they were very effective.
Gray Wolf wavered. Under Chen Feng’s linguistic onslaught, his persistence had beco like foam, already riddled with holes.
Accepting surrender.
Though sowhat aiding the enemy, this was the tribe’s last opportunity. As a jungle warrior, when capturing prey, he could lie in a swamp all day without moving.
Patience and perseverance.
Two life forms, two civilizations, yet in so matters, they were remarkably similar.
Gray Wolf compromised; he stiffly nodded, and this small gesture seed to consu all his strength, leaving his face pale. Clearly, his stubbornness, like a maiden’s chastity, had been placed on the ground and rubbed by Chen Feng until it vanished!
Chen Feng smiled.
He needed a commander like this.
Otherwise, controlling those native slaves would take much longer. With a puppet like him, many things could proceed more quickly.
As for whether Gray Wolf would gather strength and initiate a rebellion, Chen Feng had no concern at all.
This was his domain.
Far away in the native’s plane, he could defeat these people as easily as dealing with ants. And in his domain, these people even dreaming of overturning the situation was simply wishful thinking.
Wherever there is oppression, there will be resistance?
If you’re not afraid of dying, feel free to try.
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