The thick clouds seemed unaffected and still hung high in the sky.
At this time, Sumo could finally understand why the major tribes built themselves in deep pits one after another.
In the context of nuclear winter, low temperature is indeed an invisible killer.
Now as deep winter enters its final sprint, the temperature in the wild, which has dropped to minus 40, is still falling, and is about to break through the red value of 50.
Even the Fire Fist tribe, which has a high heating tower, has struggled to keep the temperature above zero in recent days.
During the day when the wind is at its strongest, it can drop to around minus 15 degrees Celsius.
It is foreseeable that those tribes that did not build in deep pits and did not have high heating towers would encounter what kind of trouble they will encounter now.
"Chief, why don't you go back and rest?"
He found Somo wearing a heavy cotton coat, standing at the exit of the Fire Fist Tribe and stopping to move forward.
Huang Xiangyu chuckled, with a hint of embarrassment on his red face.
This was the first time in such a long time that he had seen the patriarch look troubled.
"It's too cold, this damn weather..."
Sumo ignored Huang Xiangyu, cheered secretly, and took a step out.
call.
A gust of cold wind blew, chilling me to the bone. The cotton clothes on my body couldn't bring any warmth at all.
In just a few seconds, Sumo felt that the blood in his body was freezing.
"In this weather, if there are still people who haven't found a tribe to join, they will probably be forcibly eliminated, right?"
He thought secretly.
The selection in the late winter season is also very interesting. It is equivalent to a time limit used to select players.
There are some people who plan to live out their lives quietly, and there are also some "dreamers" who come in and want to be embraced.
If I had kept this idea after coming in, it would probably have cooled down by now.
"This year's deep winter is indeed colder than in previous years. There is a difference of about ten degrees!" Huang Xiangyu turned his head and looked at the ice on the ground that had almost turned into blue, his eyes filled with anticipation.
"Clan leader, in this case, the snow bandits won't come, right?"
"Um?"
Sumo remained calm and glanced at the upper right corner of his field of vision.
There, a shrinking number is displayed, with only the last 17 hours left.
This means that the first wave of snow bandit attacks was not affected by the ultra-low temperature.
"Don't think too much, of course the snow bandits will come. There is a saying in the art of war, and soldiers are also crafty."
Sumo blinked, "Without the warning from the Stone God in this weather, would you have guessed that a snow bandit was attacking?"
Huang Xiangyu thought for a while, then shook his head honestly.
Putting yourself in his shoes, if he were a snow bandit, he would also choose this time to launch an attack when everyone relaxes their vigilance.
"Let's go and check out your preparations for the past two days. I'm afraid I'll faint from the cold if I stay any longer."
Sumo braved the cold wind and walked away.
He's not kidding, it's okay to continue to move in this low-temperature weather, at least the blood flow can be guaranteed.
But if you stay in the wind, ordinary people with weak health will lose their body temperature in less than half an hour.
After lying on his front legs for more than half a month, Sumo didn't want to lie down anymore due to the snow bandits' attack.
This is the most likely source of divine minerals to collect talent rituals at the moment.
As long as those previous ideas are feasible, it may take less than a month to get three kilograms of the divine ore.
However, having said that, Sumo completed the inspection in less than half an hour.
The quality of the people rewarded by the game is really nothing to say.
With the experience from the last time, the effect of the enchantment array arranged by Huang Xiangyu increased several times.
Now, as long as he doesn't look at the signs in the dark, even Somo will be a little confused when he goes in.
For those unfamiliar with the terrain...
Three hours.
This is Somo's preliminary estimate.
As long as the opponent does not rely on manpower to forcibly explore the path, as long as there are less than twenty people, they will be trapped for at least three hours before they can get out of this enchanted formation with a radius of only a little over two kilometers.
Of course, the enhancement of the Ecstasy Array has also completely isolated the Fire Fist Tribe from recent communication with the outside world.
But who cares?
Now is the coldest time of winter, and all tribes are huddled in their own pits waiting for the temperature to rise.
The only ones who will come to your door at this time are crazy people like the Snow Bandits!
"Unexpectedly, I missed the mark and chose to activate the path of the gods during the period of great cooling."
Sumo thought happily.
This is the only good news among all the bad news.
Even a fourth-level priest like Thomas will have his combat effectiveness reduced by about 30% under the influence of low temperature.
If the Snow Bandits send out a second-level or third-level priest, half of their combat effectiveness will be lost before they even get close.
The following facts proved that Sumo's conjecture was indeed correct.
...
"Take a rest for half a day, and then we will rush into the Fire Fist tribe in the evening and complete the mission."
Duan Tianrong raised his hand and waved, and there was a neat response from behind him.
In just over ten minutes, the secret killing team set up a simple temporary camp in a sheltered area.
Wow.
The bonfire was lit, and everyone was visibly relieved.
Then, the water was boiled and the rice was heated. Except for Duan Tianrong, who was watching the whole process, the other eleven people were extremely busy.
Even the two first-level priests accompanying the team were sweating profusely.
"High Priest, the food is hot, please have a meal."
Not long after.
First-level priest Hyde carefully opened the tent and handed the fragrant iron lunch box inside.
There are dehydrated vegetables, full of green, nothing like what you would find in this season.
There are large pieces of meat patties, which are so oily that you can't help but move your index fingers and open your appetite.
There is also white rice, and the strong aroma of rice instantly spreads inside the tent.
Even Sumo, the tribe leader, has never been able to enjoy a meal of this level.
However, when he was placed in front of Duan Tianrong, a cold snort suddenly came from the tent.
"Where are the fragments of the divine ore? Didn't you add them when cooking?"
"Fried meat, stir-fried meat is not added. Hyde, do you want to die?"
With just two words, Hyde was so frightened that a thin layer of cold sweat broke out on his head.
"High Priest, please calm down. This meal is the last one before the attack. It's a big pot meal... so I didn't have time to add the divine ore fragments you need."
Regardless of whether the Fire Fist tribe is strong or weak, it is an unspoken rule that every snow bandit will implement before a battle.
Medium-sized teams such as the secret killing team will add vegetables, meat, white rice, etc. as rewards.
"Get out of here, get out of here and let me do it again."
Duan Tianrong sneered and threw the lunch box out, spilling the meat and vegetable rice all over the floor.
Wow.
In an instant, all ten people around him looked over.
Hyde felt that his face was dull, and he glared at the ordinary people in the team, and then looked at Rudolf, the other first-level priest in the team, with helpless eyes.
They are both priests, but the status gap between them and Duan Tianrong is no different than that between priests and mortals.
"Do it again, quickly."
Rudolf's scalp felt numb and he ordered someone to pick up the food on the ground.
Then he quickly opened the pocket on his waist and took out a small scale.
By the time he picked up the small scale and came to the shelter, Hyde was already holding a bag embroidered with white patterns.
The two of them worked together to shake out 20g of white powder from the bag.
"This is for stir-fried meat!"
Someone took it away, and they repeated the action and took out 30g again.
"This is for cooking!"
A total of fifty grams of white powder was added to the two steps, but it actually did not bring any flavor improvement to the meal.
On the contrary, the oily meat looks greasier and the white rice becomes dry and hard.
But Duan Tianrong in the tent didn't care about this. Just as Haide stepped back, the sound of people eating rice could be heard from inside.
The two looked at each other and shook their heads slightly.
It wasn't until he reached the corner that Hyde showed a depressed expression and said: "When I was an ordinary person, I never saw the high priest with such a bad temper. He has been so unlucky recently!"
"Just be satisfied. The high priest just didn't offend you. It was enough."
Rudolf dug into his meal without raising his head.
"The mission will be carried out in the evening. Who in the team doesn't know that the high priest will use fragments of the sacred mine to ensure combat power. You are so brave to use such a poor excuse as a big pot of rice. If it weren't for the fact that you are a new priest,
The high priest just taught you a lesson!"
"Guaranteed combat capability?"
Hyde bit into a piece of fat fiercely.
"A micro-tribe with less than a hundred people, and a second-level priest who just got promoted through bad luck... Although the high priest is only a third-level priest, he possesses offensive magic and is not afraid of even the fourth-level priests of the tribe.
, is there any need to use the divine mine to ensure combat power?"
The kill order is a reward order.
The order placed a reward on Thomas, the second-level priest of the Fire Fist tribe, and included extremely detailed information.
This includes detailed magical skills and past achievements.
In Hyde's eyes, if the priest of the Fire Fist tribe hadn't been promoted to the second level, he and Rudolph would have been enough for this trip.
Or even if the opponent is level 2, as long as he can use a trick to get the priest Thomas to leave the tribe.
If the two first-level priests join forces, they still have a high probability of winning directly.
"Shut up, when has it been your turn as a new priest to question the choice of the high priest?"
Rudolf glanced at Hyde helplessly, "A lion fights a rabbit with all its strength. For us snow bandits, this is the experience summed up by countless people between life and death. This time you can indeed be careless, but what about next time?
Next time, if you develop the habit of slacking off, you will always encounter a difficult situation."
"By then, will it be too late for you to regret it?"
This is the intuitive gap in combat experience between the new and old priests.
Hyde is only a new priest in the secret killing team who has only been promoted for half a year, and has not yet had a head-to-head confrontation with other priests.
From an ordinary person to a priest, his transformation in status made him unaware of the cruelty of the priestly world.
The fight between priests is far more dangerous than the fight between ordinary people.
Especially in life and death battles, level is never the key to winning the battle. Rich combat experience and combat preparation can often create miracles.
In Crack No. 37, there was a snow bandit who used only the second-level priest to fight the tribe's fourth-level priest head-on and won a great victory.
Even though the fourth-level priest is an auxiliary priest, it is not difficult to explain that the level is not absolute.
If he is careless, Thomas, the priest of the Fire Fist tribe, may also capture Duan Tianrong.
Of course, this probability is very small, almost close to zero.
The gap between the tribe's priests and the snowband's priests is still too big.
According to the information, Thomas, the priest of the Fire Fist tribe, only mastered an ordinary second-level attack magic, Fire Fist.
And what about the four offensive magical arts that Duan Tianrong mastered?
The ones with the lowest power are all at Level 2, and the highest ones even reach Level 4.
Not to mention that he also has three defensive magical arts, and one of them can just deal with the fire-based offensive magical arts.
"Okay, okay, everything you said is right."
After being taught a lesson, Hyde showed a smile on his face, as if he didn't care at all.
Seeing this, Rudolph could only shake his head speechlessly.
But he made up his mind that in future missions the secret killing team would receive, they would not form a team with this idiot.
It doesn't matter if you are stupid. If you keep this mentality, you will eventually harm the people around you.
After eating, it’s time to rest again.
Different from the past, this time the secret killing team arranged sentries for rotational vigilance.
Their current location is only about ten kilometers away from the Fire Fist tribe. Although they are not worried that the other party will send people out to patrol in this weather, there is still a slight probability of exposure.
At six o'clock in the evening, Duan Tianrong emerged from the tent.
He did not rush to set off, but called everyone to his side and reiterated the combat discipline again.
The content is generally consistent with what Rudolph said. The core is still not to let down your guard and pay attention to every opponent.
But then again, discipline is discipline. If everyone could abide by it, there would be no snow bandits.
This can be seen from the fact that the group of people went to the Fire Fist tribe in the dark but did not put away the temporary camp.
Even Duan Tianrong still has a touch of contempt in his heart.
A small tribe with only second-level priests rushed in and killed the target.
If we come back then, maybe the bonfire will still be out.
...
"Is this the snowman?"
"I think it's not as good as Shado. At least he broke one of our crooked-neck trees."
Walking out of the tribe wrapped in thick cotton clothes, Somo sniffed and stared at the shivering snow bandits on the ground and couldn't help but curl his lips.
Perhaps it was the long-term sneak attacks that gave the Snowband Priests a strange illusion.
In the battle with the tribal priests, they had an infinite advantage, and their combat effectiveness was not at the same level.
However, the Snow Bandits have forgotten one thing. If the tribal priests are so weak, why can they still stand firm in the light and suppress them to death in the shadows to this day?
Just rely on the support of a few tribes with ninth-level priests?
The answer is no.
Using one's own strengths to attack the other's weaknesses is the approach with the highest winning rate.
The tribal priests are indeed inferior to the snow bandit priests in frontal battles. This is undeniable.
But tribal priests also have areas of expertise. As long as they can bring the snow bandit priests into the field, their winning rate will also explode.
Just like...positional warfare!
Thomas once again used a disgraceful sneak attack, making the attacking Snow Bandit Priest helpless.
Moreover, with the experience of fighting against Shado, this time the sneak attack was more calm. The opponent did not even notice the fluctuation of the divine spell, but was forced to control it for two seconds, and his body was hit by a fire fist.
It's pitiful that all the people were destroyed, far less than half of the Shado left.
"Patriarch, patriarch, we are rich!"
Thomas, who was usually unsmiling, rushed up from the other side, with uncontrollable ecstasy on his face.
In his hand, he held two things.
A small white bag, and... a piece of glowing parchment that Soma was very familiar with.