Abyss Domination

Once he went into the tribe, Soran smelled something strange. He could not tell what it was, but it was quite pungent. The environment of the whole tribe was in a mess. There were feces left by children on the ground. Even the road had not been deliberately leveled. The mud would even blacken when you stepped on it. The tribe was comprised of low-lying sheds. The simple fences were useless to Soran. He could see the lower class indigenous people gathering disorderly. There were more than five or six members within a family.

This place gave him the vibes of African tribes. They had thousands of years of history, but there was no civilization!

War, chaos, massacres.

The environment had destroyed their hope of civilizing. Only the oldest traditions and social orders were still maintained, apathetically governing these inferior indigenous people. The low sheds laid in a circle. Only the most central position of the tribe could light up a relatively rare resin torch. Everything here was so primitive and desolate. Soran could even see simple stone tools. Steel was also a very rare resource here. It was mainly used for weapons and knives, but there was also a bunch of bronzeware.

The small-scale indigenous tribes were quite primitive, and only those who had established towns had many skills.

Life was not as easy as you would think.

The basic necessities were “food, clothing, housing, and transportation”. Clothes were still placed in front of food. Maybe in a more civilized mainland, clothes could be easily bought with money, but no transactions were happening here. Soran saw a lot of poorly dressed indigenous people. Many of their children were sleeping naked. The clothes of the Outer Islands were mainly made out of animal skin, linen, and other plant fibers. Animal skins were of higher value. Linen also needed special planting exchanges. If the location of the tribe was remote and further from the towns of the indigenous people, many of the most basic necessities could not even be met.

The finished fabrics here was something that could be used as money for transactions and consumption! (Note: This system similar to ancient China’s: cloth was used as a substitute currency.)

Soran soon saw their food.

He was not surprised at all. It was a kind of gruel mixed with different vegetables, leaves, and other sundries. There was an ugly black bread at the side, which was something very similar to a hardwood stick. He could see that their food was sufficient, but there was no oil nor water. They ate in a mess. Soran saw a spider that was as big as a hand. Almost all of the houses were like this. The inferior indigenous people lived in groups. Even if they had mating activities going on, they did not avoid their children. When the children here were about 13 years old, they would be considered adults.

Soran did not stay on the outskirts for too long.

He followed the muddy road and was close to the center of the tribe. To be honest, Soran could not understand the thought process of the indigenous people. They had so much manpower. Why not simply improve the condition of the road? It might have been because they were too used to this living in this environment.

There were patrolling guards ahead.

The ground near the center was paved with broken stones. As soon as Soran had sneaked into the vicinity, he heard a series of rapid gasps, bumps, and groans, which were not just from one place. Perhaps because of the living habits of “working at sunrise and resting at sunset”, indigenous people had no other entertainment activities at night, so their only fun at night was mating. As higher ranking fighters in the tribe, they would enjoy more food, more resources, and more spouses.

Everything in this area was much better than the outside. There were even decorative sculptures and under the beams hung bacon, fish and deer legs, etc.. The fighters who lived here were professions, who had stronger combat power, were supported by the inferior indigenous people and held the authority to speak in the tribe.

The number of fighters was indeterminable.

However, based on Soran’s estimation, at least five people were needed to support one fighter. If this tribe did not swallow other tribes, the maximum was about 300 Aboriginal Fighters.

The numbers were not much of a threat to Soran!

Because he brought many pirates here and they could all take part in the battle. But there were many old, weak, women and children in this indigenous tribe.

As he got closer and closer to the center.

Soran felt a sense of danger in his heart. He approached carefully and could see several tall and majestic architecture. One of the buildings was so luxurious that even the ground was covered with fur. In front of the door were two big and tall aboriginal guards. It should be the residence of the tribal chieftain of the indigenous people. It looked no worse than many of those dynastic aristocrats. In it, maids walking could also be heard. Soran could hear the random noises of the people and their footsteps but was unsure of what was going on inside.

Apart from this luxurious residence, there was only a large courtyard nearby.

The source of Soran’s unease was the courtyard. Judging from the strange statues in front of the door and all sorts of mysterious patterns, it would not be surprising if that place was where the Shaman lived. Soran felt a slight pulse of magic, but he did not dare to approach it carelessly because a Spellcaster could set a warning trap. It was a trap that was very difficult to remove. It was possible that as soon as he got a little closer, the other party would have found him with a spell trap.

There was a strong medicinal smell near the Shaman’s courtyard!

Very strong medicinal smell indeed.

This medicinal smell was a little pungent, which would make people feel a little uncomfortable. It seemed as if one stayed for too long, they would be poisoned. The houses nearby were all further away from here. It seemed that the others in the indigenous tribe fear the Shaman more than they respected them. Around the yard, there were many strange plants, roots and body parts sun drying, most of which even Soran could not recognize. But this did not deter him from confirming that the Shaman in the yard was a medical master!

At least in the medicinal branch of <Toxicology>, he was a first-class master.

The indigenous people were good at using poisons.

This knowledge was mainly in the hands of the Shaman, who would teach some of it, but the core parts were verbally handed down to other Shamans. As a result of long-term exposure to the potions, many of these Shamans had Poison Resistance, some even directly had constitutions that were immune to poisons, and they also had some spell abilities similar to black magic, including some weird curse spells.

There was a row of trees near the yard.

They were a type of tree that looked a little unusual. They were about 25 meters high and had leaves that were not very wide. They looked like a type of tree that was easily recognizable with whitish-gray barks. Soran took a look, and his expression gradually became serious. He quietly approached. Then, his palm suddenly had an extra Throwing Knife.

“This is?!….”

Soran carefully cut out a small hole in the trunk, and watched carefully, only to see a stream of milky white liquid flowing out, and a faint smell permeated the air.

His expression was serious as he murmured: “Antiaris?! Poison Arrow Tree?”

Antiaris.

A type of naturally highly poisonous tree was called Poison Arrow Tree. It was common in the tropical rainforest area. If the milky white poison touched a wound, it could quickly paralyze the heart of the poisoned individual, seal the blood vessels, coagulate the blood, and finally they would suffocate and die. The poison was extremely dangerous. If the dosage of poison was relatively high, even an individual with an Extraordinary Constitution might not be able to bear it. As for the ordinary pirates under Soran, if they were ever poisoned, they must be treated with antidotes, if not, the chances of them surviving based on their abilities would be quite low.

“Seems like my decision was right!”

Soran’s body could not help but perspire cold sweat. He was secretly glad that he had decided to come here in person today and did not brashly let his subordinates fight with the indigenous tribes. Otherwise, when it came down to the real operation, the casualties of his people would be very heavy. Let alone the other means of the indigenous people, just this deadly toxin could make many people suffer. If done wrong, they might not even see them summon Elemental Spirits and most of the pirates under Soran would have already died.

“It looks like I have to plan further! If we fight, we must completely catch them off guard! “

Soran’s figure was lurking in the dark. He looked at the yard in front of him profoundly and turned to head towards the outside of the tribe.

The Shaman here was the most troublesome!

If they wanted to deal with the indigenous tribes, they had to start assassinating. Vivian and he had to take the lead in killing the Shaman first. Although it would be impossible to determine his profession level, it should not exceed grade 4. There were very few legendary Shamans in the Outer Islands, and even if there were, they would have also been within large indigenous tribes with tens of thousands of people. This indigenous tribe seemed to have a lot of resources, whether it was population size or land, or other materials.

Even those Poison Arrow Trees would be of great use to Soran!

Soran’s trip this time.

Had determined the threat of this indigenous tribe, and reaffirmed his determination to eradicate them.

How could anyone tolerate someone else snoring beside their beds!

These aborigines were so dangerous that Soran would never allow them to live on this island. Just like how the indigenous people would have similar attitudes towards these outsiders. It was only because they have yet to figure out Soran’s background for the time being and did not rush to launch an attack.

Both sides were doomed to only have one survivor!