High-calorie hard candies that can replenish the body's needs must be the undoubted hard currency in the wasteland.
No matter whether it is twelve years in the wasteland or three years in the wasteland outside, this kind of hard currency can be quickly converted into materials no matter which territory it is in.
Therefore, Somo put eight boxes of hard candies in the Soul Plate just to get a start-up capital.
Unexpectedly, before it was time to exchange, half a box was sent out to subdue these people.
The effect is naturally excellent.
Especially for the method of falling from the sky, even if Sumo didn't remind him intentionally, the young people who gathered around him were shouting slogans such as "The gods are manifesting themselves", "Bless the Fire Fist tribe" and so on, which sounded unusually good.
"Priest Thomas, do you believe now that the leader of this clan has received the oracle from the gods?"
Suma tilted his head and looked at the old man who stood up slowly.
In fact, from the moment the murderous intention began to disappear, Thomas' threat no longer existed.
However, the reason why he asked this question was because Somo wanted to confirm his authority in this strange tribe.
He had no memory of the Fire Fist Tribe at all.
If this group of people cannot be frightened under such circumstances, they may be extremely passive once the secret is revealed.
“Yes, I believe this is a gift from the gods!”
Thomas nodded obediently, obviously understanding what Somo meant, and saw him holding up the hand in his hand. The scepter whispered:
“I, Thomas, the priest of the Fire Fist Tribe, officially recognize Somo as the new leader of the Fire Fist Tribe!”
As the voice fell, there were echoes one after another all around.
"I, Huang Xiangyu officially acknowledges"
"I, Sun Chong."
"I, Zhang Liubang"
"I, Nong Cao .”
"I, Kong Geliang, captain of the Fire Fist Tribe's guard, officially recognize Sumo as the new leader of the Fire Fist Tribe!"
First, five devout believers quickly responded to Thomas's speech.
Then a group of ordinary believers around them spoke up and recognized Somo as the leader of the Fire Fist tribe.
Perhaps all this is a bit strange in the eyes of Wasteland Three Years.
But considering the background of this world, which has been poisoned by faith for twelve years, everything is normal!
"Very good."
Sumo nodded slightly and scanned the faces of the initial villagers one by one.
On the premise of being able to conquer, having such a group of people at the beginning is indeed a huge help.
In addition, I also got a place in the wasteland where I could take root.
“Go back to the tribe, there are still many things to deal with, and the oracle is not just what I just said.”
"Yes!"
Kong Geliang and Huang Xiangyu immediately stepped forward and lifted Somo up from the ground.
The group of people walked lively down the slope towards the Fire Fist tribe in the big pit.
Not to mention, perhaps because of the shelter below, the body temperature has actually risen a lot.
Su Mo estimated that it had risen from at least about ten degrees below zero to three or four degrees above zero, and a warm feeling came from the ground.
After sending him to the largest hut in the tribe, the crowd surrounding him left.
Only five devout believers and fanatics were left to worship Thomas.
A few people entered the house. The space inside was quite large, but there were very few objects.
There are only two wooden cabinets, a wooden bed, and a very period work table.
On the wall, Sumo saw a sketch.
The sketch portrait is clearly a photo of Su's father and Su Mo, with the Fire Fist tribe's tower in the background.
“Damn it, this game is so funny!”
Sumo complained secretly in his heart.
But in the eyes of others, it was that he had been staring at the portrait on the wall since he entered, his expression changing back and forth.
Thomas pursed his lips and suddenly sighed:
"The old patriarch's wish in this life is to get a response from the gods. If he knows that you, patriarch, have been recognized by the gods, Jiuquanxia will rest in peace."
"Yes, if the old patriarch knows that you are around here The first patriarch of any tribe to receive the oracle will definitely be happy. Well, I mean he will be very happy!”
“The old patriarch is really a good man, but it’s a pity that good people in this world just live. It won’t last long, there’s no other way.”
“The damn Benlei tribe, we must make them pay with blood!”
“Yes, if the leader of the Benlei tribe knows about us, Su. The patriarch will be so shocked that he will fall off the tower after receiving the oracle!”
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A few people said something to you and me, and they all expressed comfort.
However, these words sounded a bit harsh and funny to Sumo's ears, and he almost lost his expression.
"Okay, I'm not sad, I just thought of something."
"Sit down, everyone, I need to know the current specific situation of the Fire Fist tribe after being away for so many days."
"The remaining supplies, energy situation, surrounding enemies, and other difficulties all told me."
It took such a long time to communicate.
Suma also roughly judged his current situation. He should go to the outside world alone to seek the so-called "oracle" in order to gain recognition from the clan.
Therefore, it is not surprising to ask this question now.
The person in charge of the supplies was ‘Zhang Liu Bang’, and everyone’s eyes turned to him.
"The supplies. Because the Benlei tribe plundered a large part of us, now there is only less than half a month's rations left. If we forcefully save a province, maybe we can eat for a month?"
hiss.
Sun Liu Bang's stammering answer immediately made Su Mo frown.
It is winter now, and there is only half a month of food rations left. The tribe is on the verge of collapse.
Once the villagers outside know this situation, they will definitely explode immediately and demand to divide the remaining supplies and join other tribes.
This is nothing new in the wasteland.
As the saying goes, when disaster strikes, everyone will fly away. Ordinary believers have no strong binding force, and the Fire Fist tribe does not have any unique advantages.
“We have been hiding this matter, so the villagers outside thought that we could last until the end of late winter and persist until the next farming cycle arrives.”
“There are still more days in late winter. How long will it take to end?" Sumo asked.
“Two and a half months.”
Seeing that Su Mo seemed to have no intention of blaming him, Sun Liubang gradually became bolder.
“Chief, if we can get back the previously plundered materials from the Benlei tribe, we will definitely be able to survive until the next farming cycle!”
“Nonsense, everyone knows this. !" Kong Geliang glared at Sun Liu Bang.
“Our Fire Fist tribe only has eight guardsmen in total, but the Benlei tribe has thirty-four people, which is more than four times our number, and I also heard that It is said that Rao Yuanhong, the leader of the Benlei tribe, invited a mercenary team from outside and planned to sweep other surrounding tribes.”
"Shall we fight now? Even if the clan leader obtains the oracle, there will still be a clear strength gap between us and the opponent in the short term. Are you counting on the gods to help us win this battle?"
Kong Geliang's There is reason to worry.
The gap between Fire Fist and Ben Lei is like an egg striking a stone.
And he hasn’t made it clear that all eight of his own bodyguards are skinny monkeys, but the Benlei tribe across from them are all people of normal physiques. I’m afraid even three of his own men may not be able to win against one. .
If you still dare to come to your door, wouldn’t you be humiliating yourself?
"Besides this, what about the energy situation?"
Sumo remained calm and continued to ask calmly.
Looking at the tall tower in the center of the tribe from a high place, the heating seems to be rubbish and its actual effect is weak.
However, when Sumo actually entered the shack, he realized that his first impression was indeed very wrong.
Who would have thought that this heating tower could directly adjust the temperature in the shed to about ten degrees.
After sitting for a while, he even felt hot.
“The energy required for the heating tower is not so scarce. It can last for at least a month. Moreover, we have found two unexploited radiation mines around us. As long as there is enough food to sustain the expenditure, , we can mine the ore back in batches, and there will be no shortage even if it lasts until next year.”
Finally there is good news!
The hardest thing about nuclear winter is the cooling, low temperature, and cold.
As long as the heating tower can offset this part of the impact, the entire current crisis can be resolved by providing food.
After understanding this, Sumo felt relieved.
However, when he thought about it, he felt a little strange. If humans in the wasteland had heating towers, the background of nuclear winter did not seem to be as big a threat as imagined?
Did the person who designed the scene make a mistake, or was there a discrepancy in the process of creating the world?
Su Mo couldn't understand, so he could only put his doubts aside for the time being and continue to ask about other situations.
As for the surrounding enemies, there is only the Benlei tribe.
"Our tribes located around Fissure 37 are all small tribes with less than 500 people. Therefore, we have never had any fights due to differences during the development process. There have only been disputes over ore mining conflicts. "
"But since the Benlei tribe received an oracle from the gods six months ago, it has begun to expand disorderly. Not only has it actively launched aggressive battles against surrounding tribes, but it has also secretly recruited those cruel people. The ice bandits are trying to cause a huge chaos in Crack No. 37."
"Our Fire Fist tribe is not an exception. In fact, more than ten tribes have been forcibly plundered by the Benlei tribe. Supplies!”
“More than ten?” Su Mo raised his eyebrows.
"Then why not join forces to attack the Benlei tribe? Even if there are only five people from one tribe, the total number of people is much larger than the Benlei tribe, right?"
"This." Kong Geliang swallowed.
However, before he could speak, Priest Thomas took the initiative to take over the conversation.
"Clan Chief, maybe the old Clan Chief left in a hurry and didn't have time to explain these things to you. In our wasteland, the alliance of the weak is vulnerable. Even if we all join forces, we are still not the Benlei Tribe. "The reason for this is Shadu, the high priest of the Benlei tribe."
Thomas looked solemn and emphasized the word "big" in the high priest's name. Pronunciation.
"Shado, this person is a priest who came from the rift on the 24th. The tribe he once belonged to was a tribe of ten thousand people, so he acquired many incredible abilities while growing up. Now he brings these abilities to our 37th Crack is completely invincible!"
"Even if all the priests of our ten tribes unite, it will be difficult to take down this Shado."
"Once he leaves the encirclement, Then what we have to face next is probably the tragedy of being defeated one by one!"
Shado, the high priest, has incredible abilities!
Sumo immediately caught a few keywords and realized the specificity of this world of faith.
It seems that technology is not respected here. Human beings should be on the same path to divine magic as the aliens.
Trouble.
If technology was the main focus, Sumo asked himself whether he would still be able to quickly make leapfrog changes in the production of the Fire Fist Tribe.
But if it is mainly about magical arts, the number of times he has been exposed to them is very small, and it will take a long time to understand them.
“What about the sneak attack?”
"At this level, you already have intermediate-level divine perception and above, and sneak attacks are useless."
Thomas shook his head, and then looked over with helpless eyes: "As I know now, patriarch, what do you want? He used his fists to hit my old waist, and also used sneak attack hammering methods. In addition, for an old man like me, kicking my crotch was a bit too harsh."
"Uh"
Su Mo scratched his head, suddenly embarrassed.
Okay, speaking of sneak attacks, he did think about it unconsciously just now and glanced at Thomas.
Unexpectedly, just one look made him perceive so much information.
“What principle is this, can I learn it?”
“Of course I can!” Thomas gave a definite answer: “Any human being who is favored by the gods can practice the gods. The divine magic given by the clan leader, you have received the oracle from the gods and have the ability to summon the divine magic. At this level, you have already met the qualifications for practicing divine magic."
"I will learn it later. Get all the magic skills collected by the Fire Fist tribe. If you can learn it early, the strength of our tribe will be greatly increased immediately!"
"Okay, the food of the tribe must be solved, but in the end it is! Whether through God’s gift or fighting, I need to decide again. After all, asking for food from the gods is the same.”
Sumo only spoke half of his words, but everyone in the room nodded and clasped their hands together.
The gods will only give oracles, gifts, and favors to the pious.
But if the purpose of the devout is desire, then there will be private goods in the faith, and it may be abandoned by the gods at any time.
If they dare to persuade Somo now, their faith will immediately collapse and they will start from scratch.
“Okay, I need to rest for a night, I’m exhausted from traveling these days!”
After driving away these people, Somo quickly climbed onto the wooden bed.
What he said was true. Traveling without sleep for four days was indeed quite difficult.
If it hadn’t been for the mental fortitude that had been tempered in the wasteland, I would have been unable to persevere when I first arrived.
“Although this shack is simple, I didn’t expect the bed to be quite comfortable.”
Unknown thatch was spread in two thick layers on the bed, and when you lay down, you felt like you were sinking into the cotton. The feel of the package.
Coupled with a quilt sewn with thatch, Somo only felt that his whole body was wrapped inside.
It's cold and windy outside.
The room is as warm and soft as spring.
A trace of inexplicable plant fragrance ripples in the room, driving away the last bit of coldness.
Soon, Somo fell into a sweet sleep.
When more than ten hours passed and he opened his eyes, there were several things on the work table.
One of the most eye-catching.
It is a piece of parchment exuding a faint white light in the center of the wooden table!
(End of this chapter)