Killing permanently increases magic power. It makes sense for a tank to kill people instantly, right

As the night deepened, the moonlight was like water. Ding Fan stood in the forest, his heart full of anticipation and excitement. He knew that this was a new beginning, and the starting point of a journey full of excitement and adventure. He clenched the sword in his hand and embarked on a new journey, looking forward to the excitement and unknown of the future.

Ding Fan walked up to the chief and looked down at him.

"You can ask me to spare you, but you have to do something for me."

Deep in the dense tropical rainforest, a burly chief sat quietly on a throne made of various rare woods. His face was engraved with traces of time, and his eyes sparkled with wisdom. When Ding Fan's voice echoed in the air, a meteor-like light seemed to pass through the chief's deep eyes, which was a ray of hope, flickering slightly in the darkness.

Ding Fan's words were like the morning sun, penetrating the thick fog in the chief's heart. His voice was firm and powerful, as if there was a magical force flowing through it, making people involuntarily believe that what he said was true. The chief listened, feeling the heavy trust and responsibility, and the fire of hope in his heart gradually burned.

This spark of hope beats in the chief's heart, like a bright star, guiding the direction in the night sky. It allows the chief to see the possibilities of the future and the hope of the tribe getting out of trouble. He knows that at this moment, he cannot retreat or give up. He must lead his people to bravely move forward in the light of hope.

So the chief stood up, his movements firm and decisive, like a leader, leading his people into the future. His eyes flashed with a determined light, which was a persistent pursuit of hope and a firm belief in the future. He knew that only by holding on to this glimmer of hope could they get out of the predicament and meet new challenges.

At this moment, the whole tribe seemed to be infected by the power of hope. The eyes of the tribesmen were shining with excitement and expectation. They knew that under the leadership of the chief, they would usher in a brand new future. And all of this originated from Ding Fan's powerful words, which were like a key that opened the tightly closed door of hope in the chief's heart.

"You said, as long as we can do it, we will definitely do it for you!"

Ding Fan smiled slightly, leaned over and whispered in his ear:

"I want all the resources of your tribe, including the population!"

The chief's heart trembled when he heard this.

Deep in the dense jungle, there is an ancient and mysterious tribe. The inhabitants of this tribe make a living by hunting and farming. They have their own unique culture and beliefs and are almost isolated from the outside world. However, just when the inhabitants of this tribe lived a peaceful and harmonious life, the appearance of an outsider broke this tranquility.

This outsider was called Ding Fan. He appeared in the central square of the tribe with an irresistible power and majesty. His eyes were sharp and deep, as if he could see through everyone's heart. His words were full of power and wisdom, making everyone present feel his majesty and charm.

The tribal leaders knew that Ding Fan's arrival was no accident. His strength and wisdom were extraordinary, and if they could make the entire tribe submit to him, they would gain unprecedented power and protection. However, this also meant that they had to give up their freedom and independence and serve Ding Fan.

The tribal leader knew that this was a difficult decision. He understood that if he rejected Ding Fan, it might bring disaster to the tribe; and if he chose to surrender, they would lose their dignity and freedom. After weighing the pros and cons, the tribal leader decided to negotiate with Ding Fan to see if he could find a solution that would maintain the tribe's independence while also obtaining Ding Fan's protection.

In the following days, Ding Fan had many in-depth exchanges with the tribal leaders. He gradually won the trust and respect of the tribal residents with his wisdom and charm. He showed them how vast and full of opportunities the outside world is, and also made them understand that only by unity and joint efforts can they gain a foothold in this world full of challenges and opportunities.

In the end, with Ding Fan's sincerity and efforts, the entire tribe chose to submit to him. They believed that under Ding Fan's leadership, they could live a better life and have a better future. And Ding Fan also promised to protect their rights and freedoms, so that they could shine more brightly in this new era.

However, this is their only way to survive at the moment.

Thinking of this, the chief gritted his teeth and nodded.

"Okay, I promise you!"

Ding Fan was stunned when he saw the chief agreed so readily.

He originally thought that it would take some time to persuade him, but he didn't expect that the chief would be so sensible.

"Very good, then take me to your tribe now."

Upon hearing this, the chief quickly stood up from the ground.

"plz follow me!"

As he said this, he led the way for Ding Fan.

The night was dark, the moonlight was mottled, and the shadows in the jungle were like giant beasts, ready to move. Ding Fan's footsteps echoed in the silent night, and each step was accompanied by a slight tremor on the ground, as if awakening something in this dead night. He was agile, like a cheetah in the mountains, and every leap was accompanied by an indescribable elegance and strength.

The corpse man was not to be outdone. Although he was knocked to the ground by Ding Fan before, he quickly got up from the ground like a ghost and followed Ding Fan closely. His eyes flashed with cunning and cruelty, like a hungry wolf, staring at the seemingly powerful but lonely figure in front of him.

In the night, the two figures intertwined, like twin flowers dancing in the dark night, both interdependent and opposed to each other. Ding Fan felt the shadowy presence behind him, and an inexplicable excitement and expectation surged in his heart. He knew that this corpse man was a unique scenery in his journey and a severe test of his strength.

The atmosphere in the jungle became increasingly tense, as if even the air had frozen. Ding Fan could not help but quicken his pace. He knew that this silent contest had just begun, and he could not wait to unveil the final curtain of this contest.

They didn't dare to be negligent in the slightest, for fear that Ding Fan would kill them if he was unhappy.

Under the guidance of the two men, Ding Fan walked through many twists and turns and arrived at a valley.

This place is hidden extremely secretly. If it weren't for the corpse-controlling man leading the way, Ding Fan would never have been able to find it.

They came to the depths of the valley and saw a huge stone cave.

The chief walked to the entrance of the cave and said respectfully:

"plz follow me."

Having said that, he took the lead and walked into the cave.

Seeing this, Ding Fan followed in.

It was pitch black inside the cave and nothing could be seen clearly.

The corpse-controller quickly took out a torch from his arms and illuminated the cave.

Only then did Ding Fan discover that this stone cave was actually a huge underground cave.

The interior of the cave was spacious and deep, like a maze. As the light of the torch gradually illuminated the surroundings, Ding Fan's eyes also fell on every corner of the cave.

The first thing that caught his eye was some simple stone tools, which were obviously used by the corpse-trolls in their daily lives and work. Then he saw many captive wild animals. Although they were huge in size, they were lying docilely in the corner at this time, not moving at all.

Ding Fan speculated that these wild beasts might be pets domesticated by the corpse-controllers, or their source of food.

Going further in, Ding Fan saw rows of simple wooden houses. Although these wooden houses were simple, they were clean and tidy.

There were some animal skins and hay hanging on the walls of the wooden house, as well as some strange totems and decorations. Ding Fan guessed that these might be the beliefs and totems of the corpse-controlling people.

Next to the wooden house, there is an open space where some vegetables and food are planted. Although the quantity is not much, it is enough for their daily needs.

While observing the surrounding environment, Ding Fan followed the chief into the depths of the cave.

After walking for about half an hour, they finally came to the end of the cave. There was a huge stone table with a thick book on it.

The book looked very old, and the words on the cover were blurred. Ding Fan guessed that this might be the magic secret book of the corpse man.

The chief walked to the stone table, bowed respectfully, then picked up the secret book and handed it to Ding Fan.

"This is the magic secret book of our tribe. Please accept it."

Ding Fan took the secret book and flipped it open to take a look. It contained various magic spells and arrays, as well as some methods of practicing magic.

Although these magic spells and arrays were nothing to Ding Fan, he still carefully put away the secret book.

"Okay, then I'll take it."

The chief was relieved when he heard this. As long as Ding Fan accepted the secret book, it would mean that he had recognized their tribe.

The chief quickly pointed to the wooden house next to him and said:

"This is our tribe's warehouse, which contains all our resources. Please follow me."

As he spoke, he brought Ding Fan to the warehouse.

The warehouse was filled with all kinds of supplies, including food, drinks, and various daily necessities. Ding Fan roughly estimated that these supplies were enough for them to use for several months.

In addition, there are some precious magic materials and herbs in the warehouse. Although these materials and herbs are nothing to Ding Fan, they are a big gain for him.

Ding Fan nodded with satisfaction and said to the chief:

"Very good, I am very satisfied with your tribe's resources. From today on, you are mine. I will teach you to practice magic and make you stronger."

The chief was very excited when he heard this. Their tribe had never had any powerful magicians. If they could get Ding Fan's guidance, their strength would definitely be greatly improved.

"Thank you, Master!"

The chief knelt on the ground respectfully and kowtowed to Ding Fan.

Seeing this, Ding Fan was very satisfied.

He waved his hand and said:

"Get up. Remember, you must be loyal to me from now on and not betray me. Otherwise, I will make you live a life worse than death."

The chief's heart trembled when he heard this.

He understood that Ding Fan was warning them. If they dared to betray Ding Fan, they would be severely punished.

Thinking of this, the chief quickly replied:

Ding Fan nodded to show his satisfaction.

He turned and walked out of the warehouse, and said to the corpse man:

"Go and gather all the people from your tribe here. I have something to say."

Upon hearing this, the corpse-controller ran out quickly. Before long, the entire tribe gathered here.

Ding Fan stood in front of everyone, looking down at them.

He took a deep breath and said loudly:

"From now on, I am your master. I will teach you to practice magic and make you stronger. However, I need you to be loyal to me and not betray me. Otherwise, I will make you live a life worse than death. Do you understand?"

Upon hearing this, everyone knelt on the ground and said in unison:

"Please rest assured, Master. We will follow you loyally and will never betray you."

Ding Fan was satisfied when he saw this.

He waved his hand and said:

"Very good. From now on, I will train you. I will teach you how to cultivate magic power and how to use magic. However, all this requires your efforts and time. Only by continuous practice and learning can you become stronger."