At the foot of a towering hillside not far from Zhushikeng.
Hundreds of people were sitting here silently, their eyes not filled with fear like normal refugees, but rather a bit fanatical and excited.
The tribe is destroyed and has no base, so what?
The clan leader has promised everyone that he will take them to a more fertile land to rebuild their homes.
What's the problem if you only have a week's worth of rations left?
High Priest Zhang Tai of the Zhushikeng tribe was a close friend of Priest Thomas, so he could easily borrow some supplies.
With this idea in mind, many people are even fantasizing about their future life.
However, Huang Xiangyu and the other five people lay on the high ground and glanced at the deep pit gradually shrouded in darkness, their faces full of worry.
Ordinary residents do not know the specific situation, so they are blindly optimistic.
The five of them knew clearly that the clan leader had been seriously injured by Zhang Tai before.
Moreover, Zhang Tai was Thomas' best friend, and both of them wanted to kill each other.
Including the previous killing orders received by the snow bandits, it was most likely issued by the Zhushikeng tribe's entrusted people.
"Hey, do you think this could work?"
Zhang Liubang rubbed his hands. To say who was the big one in the surrounding area, it had to be Zhu Shikeng of the Yunxiao Tribe.
Throughout the spring, Zhu Shikeng did not open up much land, and even the cultivated land was only half cultivated.
Zhang Tai devoted most of his energy to the work of sheltering the surrounding refugees.
Among these refugees, there are both poor people who failed to survive the severe winter and the original tribes were disbanded, and there are also wanderers who fled from other cracks and are eager to settle down in crack No. 37.
Today, the number of residents of the Zhushikeng tribe has rapidly increased from more than 300 people in late winter to more than 700 people, with the potential to gather into a tribe of a thousand people.
But this is normal. The population of the tribe represents the strength of the priests.
For a tribe with a third-level high priest, a thousand people are the standard number, and at level four, the number will be increased to 3,000.
For example, the tens of thousands of people in the tribe in Fissure No. 37 are all guarded by fifth-level priests.
It is difficult for Zhushikeng to attract people during the late winter, so once spring comes, the gap must be filled quickly to avoid being misunderstood by other tribes that Zhang Tai, the high priest, has water content.
"Tiantian is so worried. Since the lords and priests dare to go in, they are sure."
Huang Xiangyu raised his head and glared at Zhang Liubang.
Are you kidding me? If something goes wrong, ordinary people like them won't be allowed to be buried with him?
Furthermore, Priest Tom can kill even the third-level priest of the Snow Band with one punch, so what does a tribal priest mean?
"Aren't I worried?"
Zhang Liubang lowered his head angrily.
"Okay, Lao Zhang didn't mean it. Stop talking nonsense and just concentrate on waiting."
Kong Geliang seemed to have discovered a clue, and raised his hand to signal the escort members below to come over.
"Organize three groups and approach quietly to find out what's going on down there."
"Yes."
In groups of two, six people set off quietly from the foot of a hidden hillside.
After a while, the front group returned as quickly as possible, their faces filled with uncontrollable excitement, bringing a piece of exciting good news.
"Captain, captain, they are moving the materials out of the warehouse!"
"Really?"
The five people were shocked and their spirits were lifted.
At the same time, the other two teams also returned one after another, also bringing exciting news.
"I saw the patriarch and priest standing together with the high priest Zhang Tai."
"There are dozens of wheelbarrows, with the tents and moisture-proof cloth we need on them."
There are so many?
Sumo was actually a little surprised.
Thinking about it before, Zhushikeng's ability to provide two months of supplies for a hundred people was already the limit.
However, he ignored one thing.
Zhushikeng is poor, but Yunxiao tribe is not poor.
As a veteran tribe with tens of thousands of people, the Yunxiao Tribe's standing supplies start at least at the level of 100,000 people.
Zhang Tai married his daughter just for this benefit.
The leader of the Yunxiao tribe wanted to use Zhang Tai as the high priest to give himself more say in the tribe.
The two benefited from each other, and as soon as spring began, supplies for thousands of people were delivered.
"This is the material shipped to us by the Yunxiao tribe some time ago. It is enough for a thousand people for three months. We haven't even unpacked it. You can push it away, or you can push it all away."
Anything that can be solved with materials is no big deal.
Zhang Tai bowed his head and made the "right" choice between a humble life and a simple death.
It wasn't until his breath calmed down that he could feel Somo's exaggerated strength.
Fourth level priest.
An ordinary person two months ago is now one level higher than him.
And Thomas is even more outrageous. He has actually reached the same level as the fifth-level priest of the Yunxiao tribe.
Are these two people practicing on the rocket?
And compared to Qian Jin, who cultivates himself as a human being or a ghost, both of them look much more normal.
This also made Zhang Tai have some other thoughts in his heart, and he was even less willing to die.
"We're leaving. If Sha Ming comes after us, you may not be able to escape death."
When the supplies were loaded onto the wheelbarrow and started to be pushed out along the entrance and exit, Somo turned his head and smiled half-heartedly.
"Before, the fifth-level priest of the Yunxiao Tribe could protect you. Now that Sha Ming has been promoted to the sixth level and has mastered the seventh-level and eighth-level divine arts, killing you may be as easy as killing a chicken."
"That's right, so I'm going to tell Xia Fenghan, the high priest of the Yunxiao tribe, to report it to the Priest Affairs Office. Otherwise, who can stop the ravages of a sixth-level evil cultivator in the crack No. 37?"
Zhang Tai sighed and said what he was thinking.
Seeking the skin of a tiger has its advantages. When he first cooperated with Sha Ming, he had already thought of today's outcome.
"If you report him, won't the matter of you providing blood food be revealed?" Sumo said with a strange expression, "Is it possible that you still have connections in the Priest Affairs Office and can suppress this matter?"
"Uh"
Zhang Tai was a little stunned when Su Mo guessed his idea.
The Priest Affairs Office is also headed by people from this sect. Xia Fenghan, the high priest of the Yunxiao Tribe, is the deputy director.
They only provided blood food for more than a hundred heads, and they were all refugees suffering from diseases.
Even if evidence is found, this matter can be explained with Xia Fenghan as guarantee.
"If you think so, then I advise you to act quickly. If it is later, Sha Ming may come."
"Also, do you know what to say about us coming here today and borrowing supplies?"
"Clear, absolutely clear."
Zhang Tai nodded repeatedly and breathed a long sigh of relief. The big stone hanging in his heart finally fell to the ground.
After all, money was what moved people's hearts. As long as these two murderers were sent away, he made up his mind to immediately go to the Yunxiao tribe to find Xia Fenghan.
But the purpose is completely opposite to what I just said.
Sha Ming is just an idle evil cultivator. Whether he is level 6 or level 7, he is not uncommon in radiation cracks.
As long as there is no climate, the Priest Affairs Office will often turn a blind eye and pretend that nothing has happened.
Only when evil cultivators begin to attack major tribes and seek blood food unscrupulously will the Affairs Office send someone to warn them.
Yes, just a warning.
After all, asking a high-level priest from a low-serial crack to deal with it is expensive, equivalent to one-third of the supplies of a tribe of ten thousand people.
"Ask Priest Xia to help out and invite low-ranking sixth- and seventh-level priests to come over and deal with Sha Ming. He will only agree to me if his head is broken."
"But if I tell him that the Fire Fist tribe possesses an evil method that allows ordinary people to become a fourth-level priest in two months, he will definitely be very interested."
"This is your chance to reach the sky in one step."
Thinking in his mind, Zhang Tai fell silent after that, silently watching the carts of materials being transported away.
other side.
Since the supplies were not saved by themselves, the new and old residents of the Zhushikeng tribe did not feel distressed.
After being told by the clan leader Chen Haifeng that the surrounding tribes needed material support, the Yunxiao tribe would fill the gap.
These people even took the initiative to help pack the supplies and load them into wheelbarrows, and kindly handed them over to the receiving personnel of the Fire Fist tribe.
"It's strange, why are these people happier than us?"
Huang Xiangyu murmured in his heart, but soon put the matter behind him.
There are too many supplies shipped out.
At first it was just food, but later there were loads of daily necessities, one after another.
In less than half an hour, there were 152 members of the Fire Fist tribe, and they had an extra wheelbarrow filled with supplies.
"Either we say that a horse will not be fat without night grass, and a man will not be rich without windfall."
"If the previous Fire Fist tribe had to slowly accumulate these supplies, it would take three to five years to save them."
Sumo couldn't help but clicked his tongue.
In fact, I met a lot of refugees along the way, and only a dozen of them who really had no way to go chose to join. When most of the others saw how poor the Fire Fist tribe was, they turned around and left, unable to hold them back.
Okay now, these supplies are the best golden signs, and you can't collect people aggressively along the way.
"Wait."
"Since these are supplies from the Yunxiao Tribe, why not..."
Seeing everyone's excitement, Sumo had some concerns.
He turned to look at Zhang Tai. The latter's expression had completely relaxed from the initial nervousness. He even showed an inexplicable smile from time to time. He didn't know what happy things he thought of.
"Priest Thomas, let's go."
Sumo smiled, and Thomas also smiled, and the two turned around and left with a tacit understanding.
It was so straightforward that Zhang Tai was a little surprised.
Do these two people really want to find a place to start over and develop the tribe?
Can be repaired.
"Forget it, don't worry about their evil practices. When the time comes, just ask them how they practice."
"If they know each other and are willing to cooperate, they might be able to join the Yunxiao Tribe."
Zhang Tai comforted himself and returned to the room to start preparations.
It's getting late.
He decided to set off at dawn and go to the Yunxiao tribe to ask for help.
As for Sha Ming, he is actually not worried. So what if he dies and earns a fortune?
Cooperation will benefit both parties, while fighting will cause both parties to lose.
As long as he can provide enough blood food in the future, Sha Ming can suppress any opinions he has.
The moon is at the zenith.
The Harvest Fire Fist tribe set up camp thirty kilometers away from Zhushikeng.
Compared with living under the shelter of others and living in a narrow cave a few days ago, the brand new tent is undoubtedly much more comfortable.
Midway, the large tent group also attracted three passing refugees to join us, which was an unexpected surprise.
Curl smoke rose in the night.
It had been a long time since they had had a full meal. This time everyone ate with open stomachs, directly consuming the supplies on the two wheelbarrows.
After filling his stomach, Somo returned to the tent with gritted teeth, only to find Thomas already waiting inside.
"Hey, high priest, why didn't you go to dinner?"
"Over there with Zhang Tai."
"Hey, why are you so anxious? It's not too late to rest for a while and then go there. He will definitely not escape overnight."
Sumo smiled helplessly.
Zhang Tai is not a fool. If the two of them go back and find that they are not there, it will be a disaster.
Furthermore, before leaving, he specifically asked to inform Sha Ming that Sha Ming would be coming at any time. This was equivalent to a psychological hint, making Zhang Tai never guess that the two of them would fight back.
At least tonight, he couldn't leave.
"Why is the patriarch so skilled? Thomas feels like you have done it many times?"
"Uh."
Somo shook his head quickly, "I am just lucky, High Priest, you have to believe me."
"I believe you often do this kind of thing?"
Thomas suddenly showed a smile and waved his hand nonchalantly.
"It seems that the legend is true. Everyone who survives after the oracle will have a great opportunity. The patriarch must have experienced many magical things before, right?"
"Well, it's not very magical anymore."
At the very least, compared to the world of faith, the encounters in the wasteland world are far from magical.
"Can you tell Thomas? Since time travel, I have never been out of Crack 37 in my life."
"Okay."
Somo thought for a while, then simply changed his experience in the first Poseidon world and told it to Thomas.
The two worlds are quite related to a certain extent and share the same belief system.
"Like a dream, but extremely real. I have seen many tangible gods."
"God of the sea, God of the forest, God of light."
To the world of faith, the stories Somo tells are like fairy tales.
However, what is surprising is that Thomas listened very seriously and nodded to express his thoughts from time to time.
In the end, Thomas didn't forget to ask.
"Has the patriarch seen the giant stone god we worship with his own eyes?"
"Of course."
Somo nodded confidently. He wanted to tell Thomas that the Stone God is the leader of the clan in front of you.
But when the words came to his lips, they took a different turn.
"Priest Thomas, you will see me one day, I promise!"
"Really?"
Thomas looked thoughtful, and after holding it in for a long time, he suddenly said, "Chief, I seem to be hungry."
"It's okay if you're hungry. Let's go eat quickly. We have to go out for a run in the evening. Life is not easy."
After Thomas left, Somo closed his eyes and entered the Spirit Island.
In the past, it was the poor environment on the island that made people tossing and turning and unable to sleep, but now it has turned into a poor real-life environment.
Finding a raised rock, Somo began to close his eyes and rest.
Until two o'clock at night.
"Chief, it's time for us to set off."
"Okay."
In the sleepy Fire Fist camp, only four guards were still standing guard and patrolling.
The two of them walked briskly and headed straight for the Zhushikeng tribe after leaving the camp. They arrived at their destination in just over an hour.
"I promised not to kill him, high priest, so Zhang Tai will be left to you."
"Don't worry, on the day the patriarch was injured, Thomas promised in front of the old patriarch's grave that he would peel off Zhang Tai's cramps and make him worse than death."
"Hey, there's something more."
Sumo grinned, and the two separated at the entrance and exit of the Bamboo Rock Pit.
It's only half an hour before and after.
Fierce flame flowers exploded in the bamboo and stone pit, spreading from the material warehouse and ruthlessly engulfing the surrounding wooden shacks.
"No, it's on fire. The material warehouse is on fire. Someone come quickly!"
"Where's the water? Hurry up and find water. Why is the fire so big?"
"Damn it, why are there five fire points? It's burning here too. Hurry up and bring the water tank over."
"What, our water tanks have been broken, so we can only pump water from the well?"
"Invasion, there must be an invasion by a foreign enemy. Go to the clan leader and the high priest quickly."
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The small bamboo and stone pit was in chaos.
Hundreds of residents rushed out of their shacks in fear and fell into despair as they watched the flames flying in the sky.
In just two or three minutes, the spreading fire had already engulfed half of the shack, making a crackling sound.
But what’s even more despairing is.
"Fuck, the clan leader has been assassinated. Damn it, who doesn't want to live anymore and dares to trouble us in Zhushikeng!"
"No, where is the high priest? Why is the high priest missing?"
"It's the evil cultivator. The evil cultivator left a message here. He said it's over. The high priest was killed by the evil cultivator!"
Inside the priest's shed, he looked at a puddle of flesh on the ground that was not human-shaped, and the words written on the wall next to it.
The residents who rushed in were stunned.
They simply couldn't believe that such a ridiculous scene would occur in a tribe with a third-level priest.
Is this world crazy? Evil cultivators are so bold?
"The high priest is dead and the clan leader is gone too. No, this Zhushikeng tribe is going to be doomed."
"Go away, the bamboo and stone pit is over, I don't want to be buried with you!"
The old residents were still in a daze, but the new residents who had recently joined the tribe did not think so.
In an instant, the crowd parted in the middle.
More and more people rushed into the shacks that had not been affected and began to rescue supplies from them.
For a time, the few traces were destroyed by these people, and there was no trace left!
(End of chapter)