052 Black Heart Fruit

In the next few days, no matter how the people outside scolded, the mad tiger simply acted as a turtle and could not come out in the camp. Conoran once organized an attack, but unfortunately, he was shot back by bows and arrows before he reached the wall, and more than a dozen warriors died!

"This bastard has food, water, bows and arrows. How can we attack it?" In the simple animal skin camp, Conoran, Zola and Silestor sat at the table together to figure out. Kuanghu obviously knows that this battle cannot last. Most of the troops of the three families are trapped here. Once the news spreads, it is inevitable that other forces around will be ready to move.

But this camp in front of us belongs to a prosperous camp that is difficult to defend, and even Conoran, who is good at military tactics, is also at a loss. Generally, there is no other way to deal with such a camp except for a strong attack, and even if it is a strong attack, the three coalition forces do not have much advantage. Many warriors, especially those in the Axe Camp, are not good at climbing at all. They can't climb the 45-meter wooden wall at all!

"Where's the kid? What if he sneaks in and secretly assassinate the mad tiger? Konolan suddenly thought of the ghost.

Silester glanced at him and said unhappily, "A ghost left yesterday and said he would come back soon."

"Although it is feasible for him to assassinate the mad tiger, how did he come out afterwards? There are one or two hundred warriors in that camp, and no one can break through!" Zuo La lowered her head and said that the task of stabbing was a death mission. Like Xi Lester, he would not allow the ghost to go.

"Hey, we just don't have time now. If we can't capture this stockade within ten days, we must withdraw!" Conolan patted the table angrily. The bastard Mad Tiger was right in front of him, but he really had no choice but to be blocked from the camp door!

If it weren't for the mad tiger using a zombie tree that can't burn at all as a wall, Conoran really wanted to burn down this hateful camp with a fire. Unfortunately, the mad tiger is not a madman. This camp is built in a regular way and can't find any mistakes!

A zombie tree is a strange tree. When it grows more than ten meters, it stops growing. The tree is so immortal that it can stand for hundreds of years. Its trunk is not only strong but also full of water. Even if it is roasted on the fire, it will not burn. Because of this characteristic, many people use it as a house or camp. Walls, camps like wolves, also use such zombie trees as exterior walls.

This kind of zombie tree has a large proportion and sinks into the water. As a result, this good wood has no other use except as an external wall.

On the fifth day, everyone was still in a daze at the wild tiger's camp. At this time, the ghost suddenly came back and brought good news. He had a way to break the camp!

"This is the thing!" The ghost said and took out a strange fruit the size of a fist. In the middle of the two pointed ends is a big round belly. The skin is smooth and delicate, but there are yellow spots with black circles on it, which looks a little like some kind of poisonous fruit.

"What kind of fruit is this?" Zola took it over and looked at it. Although they lived in the woods, there were too many plants that they didn't know, just like the fruit in front of them. They didn't dare to say anything in their mouths.

The ghost took it with a smile, wiped it with his hand and bit away the pulp. The purple juice flowing from it immediately dyed the ghost's mouth purple. "This is called black heart fruit, and it tastes good."

Several people in the room shook their heads at the strange fruit flowing with purple juice in the ghost's hand. No one wanted to try its taste. This kind of fruit is so strange that anyone will be wary when they see it.

Agui ate the purple pulp in a few bites, and then revealed a round fruit like a black pearl. "This is the core of the black heart fruit. It is pure black!" The ghost's mouth is still purple, which makes people feel as if he had just drunk blood.

"You don't say that this bead can help us break the city, do you?" Zuo La took the black fruit and slowly shook it in the palm of his hand. If it hadn't been for the ghost's explanation, everyone would have regarded it as a black pearl.

"This is what I accidentally found in the woods," Agui took the marble-sized black fruit core from Zola's hand and whispered, "This thing is a very powerful poison in my hometown. As long as you cut it, there will be something black like glue in it. That thing can melt into the water, but who will drink it? Water, that's a lot of fun!"

"Oh? What will happen?" Konolan was also attracted by the mysterious pretending of the ghost.

"There will be many strange things. Some people will have diarrhea desperately, some people will vomit desperately, and some people will fall asleep and can't wake up. The most exaggerated thing is that some people will go crazy immediately, talk nonsense, or kill people around with things. Anyway, everyone's reactions are different. I only I know these possibilities."

"Do you want to poison their water?" Konolan reacted immediately.

"Yes!" The ghost said and took out a handful of black-hearted fruit and said while eating, "I asked the prisoners of war. They said that there were eight wells in the stockade, so as long as I threw the black-hearted fruit into these eight wells, we can wait a few days to receive them directly."

"What can this thing solve?" Conoran asked carefully, "If there is this kind of thing in the well water, we can't use it at all."

"This thing has no antidote. After drinking its water, if it does not die after five or six days, its effect will naturally disappear, and the water mixed with black heart fruit can be quoted again in ten days." Agui said and spit out another black pearl-like core, and the three black and bright cores snuggled together and looked very cute.

Nature is the most powerful poison pharmacist. Many cute things often have fatal dangers to people. Agui ate a few black-hearted fruits in a row and gathered eight round cores. Now no one will play with this thing again. No one wants to become unlucky if they touch the things inside. If they just sleep, it's nothing. Relationship, but if you keep pulling and vomiting, even an iron man can't survive five or six days!

"I will sneak into the stockade tonight and poison it. Then you all watch the play!" The ghost cracked his purple lips, and his smile looked particularly cruel!

In the middle of the night, the ghost climbed into the wild tiger's stockade with only bone mosquito needles. The four or five-meter-high wooden wall could not stop his flexible hands at all. In addition, the light was dim at night. No one knew that the black ghost had drilled into the camp.

The eight wells mentioned by the captive were found by the ghost. After throwing the black heart fruit in, the ghost also went around the camp to observe the situation. Sure enough, there were more than 100 warriors in this camp, and there was enough food in the warehouse. It seemed that there would be no problem even if he ate for a few months. The soldiers in the camp are emotionally stable. They are obviously very relieved about their camp. Unfortunately, these people don't know that the well water they drink every day has now become deadly poison!

Two hours later, the ghost returned to the team and described the situation in the camp to the leaders. Zuola couldn't help sighing that without the ghost, they didn't know when they would be able to eliminate the group of crazy tigers.

At dawn the next day, the noise from the camp could be heard from afar. At this time, the mad tiger was in a mess in the camp. His men found that since this morning, someone had diarrhea, someone vomited, someone had fainted, but someone was running around... There were also doctors in the camp, but the doctors had never seen this again. Elephant, he can be sure that someone has been poisoned in the camp, but there is nothing he can do about how to resolve it.

According to such a variety of performances, doctors think that the other party has put at least four poisons!

"Old Wolf Head! How dare you do such a thing! If you have the ability, you rushed over and broke through my camp and put poison on your back. You are not a hero at all!" The mad lion stood on the wall and shouted feebly. Before the matter was found out, he tried not to eat and drink water. He also fell down, and the camp would be completely lost.

"Ha ha, what a hero! It's just a failure!" Conoran sat firmly in his chair and watched the mad tiger scold in the city. Two days ago, he still scolded in the city, but now the mad tiger is an angry invitation.

In just one day, half of the people in the wild tiger camp have lost their combat effectiveness, the ground is full of disgusting vomits, and the whole camp is filled with annoying acid smell.

"Damn it, how could this happen!" The tiger kicked over the table angrily, grabbed the doctor's collar and roared, "Hui quickly find a way, or I'll kill you!"

Yes! Yes..." The doctor was so scared that he ran out quickly.

"How's it going outside now? Eugene," the lion sat back in his chair and asked decadently. There is a leader standing beside him, and he has only one leader Eugene left.

Eugen is a white-faced middle-aged man who always wears high-end lock armor. According to himself, he came out of the inner city. The mad tiger doesn't care where he came from, but Eugene's beautiful knife skills won the appreciation of the mad tiger, and the senior samurai successfully became a leader.

"Your Excellency, if it goes on like this, we will completely lose our combat effectiveness in three days! At that time, they don't have to carry knives, just shovel us out directly..." Eugene stood at the door and looked out. From time to time, someone squatted down and vomited on the roadside or suddenly hugged his stomach and ran into the corner.

"But what can I do if it goes on like this?" The wild tiger pointed to the outside and shouted, "Outside, just outside, will those people let us go?" I can guarantee that as long as we open that door, they will immediately come in with knives and kill us all! There is no one left!"

"Why not surrender?" Eugene leaned against the door and looked at the panic outside. Assuming that if he attacked the city outside now, he could guarantee that no more than ten people would resist! As for the doctor who had just run out, Eugene saw that he had just run to the back of the house with his trousers.

"No! Never surrender!" Mad Tiger clenched his fist and said, "Those who surrendered to me before have been killed by us. If we surrender, we will die faster!"

The mad tiger did not surrender in the end, because Eugene walked out of the camp with his head on the fourth day.

"We...surrender!" As soon as Eugene finished speaking, he fell to the ground. It was normal that he was the only one in the whole camp, but Eugene, who had not eaten or drank for four days, was almost starved to death even if he was not poisoned.