I have a city in another world

Chapter 6860 Spirit Fruits and Camping

In the shadows, something resembling a small snake was lurking in the nearby grass.

That was Tang Zhen's magical artifact, which had been following him in the dark all along, moving silently like a snake.

When the slave-catching team stopped to rest, this snake-like iron chain also lurked silently nearby.

In the event of any abnormal situation, such as Tang Zhen encountering danger, the spiritual energy will be activated immediately to protect its master.

Compared to magical artifacts, spiritual weapons have more autonomy, essentially functioning as intelligent electronic devices.

It's not to say that divine artifacts are necessarily the best, because in some aspects, divine artifacts are not as good as spiritual artifacts.

Everyone has their own area of ​​expertise; you shouldn't assume something is weak just because it's low-level.

In the eyes of the world, a mayor's status is certainly higher than that of an ordinary electrician, but in the professional field, ten mayors are not as good as one electrician.

Before this, Tang Zhen had specially crafted a magical artifact, not because he lacked weapons or equipment.

In reality, he prefers to use magic in his daily life and rarely relies on external forces.

Those treasures that can remain and be used are basically top-tier treasures, such as the Dark Domain or the rune array plates that command the chosen cultivators.

Perhaps realizing that this trip was extremely dangerous and could easily go wrong, he left himself a backup plan.

In retrospect, such an operation was quite necessary.

Although Tang Zhen suffered severe injuries and was in a semi-crippled state, his magical artifact could still move and launch attacks on its own due to its own characteristics.

Although Tang Zhen is not in charge and cannot unleash powerful spells, it is not a big problem for self-defense.

Of course, it depends on who the enemy is. If it's a master from Oren City, then you can only continue to hide to avoid getting yourself caught up in it.

The camp was quiet at this moment, but the magical artifact began to move towards Tang Zhen's location, and no one paid any attention to it.

Approaching Tang Zhen, the snake-like magical artifact rose up, coiling around a red fruit.

The fruit has a thick skin and flesh, and emits a faint fragrance; it is definitely not an ordinary wild fruit.

The elves nearby were immediately astonished when they saw this scene.

"This is Dragon Blood Fruit, a sacred medicine for nourishing and healing, and it is extremely rare!"

His words were filled with deep envy, as if he longed to have it.

"Why haven't we heard about this precious medicine on the outskirts of the forest?"

The man's tone carried a deep sense of resentment and a hint of bitterness.

They complain that Mother Nature doesn't distinguish between those close to her and those not close to her, giving the best things to outsiders.

The biggest flaw of the elves is their obsessive greed for natural treasures, always believing that they should control them and not wanting them to fall into the hands of others.

In earlier years, when the Elven race was powerful, numerous wars of plunder broke out, and many races suffered as a result.

The sins committed by ancestors are to be repaid by their descendants, which may also be a kind of karmic retribution.

In their daily lives, the elves also use various animals as pets and helpers.

The tribal village was attacked, and all the pets had been killed or scared away; none of them followed.

Seeing that Tang Zhen, a stranger, actually had a pet following and taking care of him, the elves felt a strange sense of envy and jealousy.

As nature's darlings, this should have been their exclusive ability, but now it has appeared on a strange human, causing their already gloomy mood to be filled with frustration once again.

Of course, if possible, they would also like to steal the fruit and secretly swallow it.

In the eyes of the elves, Tang Zhen was a foreigner, likely the same kind of person as those slave traders.

They felt no pity for Tang Zhen, and even harbored a faint resentment towards him.

Clearly, their closed environment and the influence of their ethnic upbringing have fostered this distorted mentality. Helpless against the strong, they can only vent their anger on the weak, hoping to gain some solace in this way.

Little did they know that this injured and weak young man had recently thrown a city of hundreds of millions into chaos, and now many powerful figures were searching for him everywhere.

Telling these elves wouldn't really help much. They've lived in a closed environment since childhood and don't know anything about the outside world. They simply can't imagine what a city with hundreds of millions of people is like.
They had no idea how terrifying the power of a true strongman was, capable of wiping out the entire slave-catching team with the flick of a finger.

The elven elders who chose to retreat from the world and hide in the deep mountains and forests must have been short-sighted and foolish.

Cutting off contact with the outside world, or living like a savage, will only make you weaker and more ignorant until you are completely eliminated.

It can be said that today's calamity was already preordained.

No one cared about the complex feelings of the elves at this moment; they could only watch with envy as Tang Zhen swallowed the rare and precious fruit.

The seemingly tough fruit melts instantly in the mouth, quickly turning into a liquid that nourishes the internal organs.

A wisp of strength began to grow within him, instantly clearing his drowsy consciousness.

For ordinary people, this fruit is indeed extremely effective; its rich vitality is enough to eliminate chronic illnesses in a short period of time.

For Tang Zhen, however, the effect was far less than expected.

His body was already nearly perfect, like the flawless state described by cultivators, and possessed an extremely strong self-healing effect.

The reason for the current weakness is that the cultivation level is sealed, and ordinary blood and qi are simply unable to drive this perfect body.

Like a pony pulling a heavy train, it naturally feels extremely strenuous.

If one adapts gradually, this weakened state can be reversed, but it will take some time.

This dragon blood fruit did provide some assistance, allowing Tang Zhen to at least move his fingers.

"Keep searching, I need more."

Tang Zhen gave the order, and the magical artifacts had no choice but to obey.

The assassin, now fused with the magical artifact, couldn't help but complain, muttering incomprehensible words as he searched the forest.

His idea was to kill all the members of the slave-catching team and then force the group of elves to search for the elixir.

Why pretend to be a pitiful person and mingle with a bunch of elven slaves like this?

The slave-catching team was full of fools who wanted to take Tang Zhen away to sell for money, but little did they know they had picked up a super jinx.

The slightest misstep could lead to total annihilation, and even the powerful figures behind them would be implicated.

He's a master assassin, renowned in the underworld; these slave hunters aren't even worthy to carry his shoes.

The slave-catching teams were not limited to any powerful figures, whether they were royalty, nobles, or members of a sorcerer's sect; they were all killed without exception.

But at this moment, he could only obediently follow orders and act as a humble herb gatherer.

Whenever he thought of this, the assassin's soul gritted his teeth, hating the bastard who issued the mission even more.

If I ever have the chance to find the person who issued the original task, I will definitely use a hundred kinds of torture to make them know the price of harming me.

Now all I can do is hold my breath and search everywhere for medicinal herbs and elixirs; the frustration in my heart goes without saying.

In the time that followed, the members of the slave-catching team vaguely heard the roars of wild beasts and monsters coming from the surrounding forest.

The forest had never been so restless before; something unusual was clearly happening.

The slave-catching team members remained vigilant, prepared for battle at any moment, and dared not be careless in the slightest.

Little did they know that the source of the forest's turmoil lay within the ranks, and that the Grim Reaper's scythe was already raised high.

How long they live depends entirely on Tang Zhen's mood.