Chapter 1506 Leave it to me, I want to kill him with my own hands!
After the deep winter, spring comes and flowers bloom.
Starting from the planting period, each tribe has entered the busiest stage of the year.
There are also fewer and fewer people digging for treasures in the Fire Fist Pit in the past.
Somo thought for a while, and simply called the tribesmen scattered across the tribes to return and move to a cave near the Fire Fist territory for a simple stay.
Food has run out, and everyone only has seven days of rations left.
The tribe has been destroyed, and the treasure hunting pits dug out one after another at the old site are like natural disasters.
Standing above the deep pit of the Fire Fist Tribe, Thomas looked sluggish and couldn't come back to his senses after looking at it for a long time.
"High Priest?"
"I...I'm fine."
"As long as it's okay, vent it out if you feel uncomfortable, and no one will blame you."
Somo patted Thomas on the shoulder, and then heard the old priest sniffing hard and raising his head slightly, as if he was covering up something.
As a player who came in halfway, he didn't have any special feelings for the Fire Fist tribe. At best, he only missed the soft straw bed in the clan leader's shack.
But Thomas is different. He has stayed in the Fire Fist tribe for eight full years and has already regarded this place as his second home.
Many people in Tianyuan Territory should be able to relate to this.
Many people have only joined the territory for a year or two, but it feels like half a lifetime has passed.
Letting them leave again would definitely be ten times more uncomfortable than traveling to the wasteland.
Not long after.
Thomas wiped his face with his sleeve and raised his head with red eyes.
"It doesn't matter if it's ruined. If you leave again, you won't miss home."
"Clan leader, where will we go next? Do you have any specific arrangements?"
"There are some ideas."
Sumo nodded. The Fire Fist Tribe definitely does not need to be rebuilt. The size of this pit limits the tribe's development to a maximum of 500 people. The potential is really limited.
In addition, this is the blind spot of Crack No. 37, so it is safe. However, the distance from the shuttle port between the cracks is extremely far, which is not conducive to recruiting refugees in the future and conducting crack wars.
If the Fire Fist tribe wants to develop to the level of ten thousand people in the future, it must determine its location as soon as possible and go to a more fertile place.
The two reached a consensus and returned to the topic, "There are six tribes of ten thousand people in Fissure No. 37, which guard six entrances and exits to surrounding fissures. Our goal is to capture one of them."
"Isn't it too hasty to attack a tribe of ten thousand people directly?"
Thomas did not refuse, and a flash of thought flashed between his brows.
Relying on the five magical skills of greeting, as Soma was promoted to the fourth level, he also reached the fifth level.
Looking around, the highest-level priest in Crack No. 37 is only level five.
With the two fifth-level divine arts of Earth Fire Boxing and Earth Fire Armor at his side, Thomas didn't think he would suffer in a head-on battle.
And the Fire Fist tribe also has a unique advantage.
Tens of thousands of people can't defeat the enemy. Facing an attack, they can only passively defend at the tribe's station.
The Fire Fist tribe only has a hundred people, so they can just find a place to settle down and wait for the results.
"Becoming one of the top six is the next short-term goal, but it does not mean that we have to complete it immediately. In an away game, the opponent has a large number of people, and the risk of overturning in the ditch is not small." Sumo said, "We need to find a solution.
To use this as a springboard, we must first find a way to gain support from the Priestly Affairs Office.”
"Only by mastering the entrance and exit of a crack can we continuously obtain population and materials."
"In addition, after the sowing period is over, there will be a period of chaos. Maybe we can find an opportunity to take advantage of it."
Thomas nodded. If there were no restrictions from the Priest Affairs Office, the Fire Fist Tribe would be at level 5 and level 4, which would be enough to move sideways in Crack No. 37.
As long as a stable station can be found, the next step will be the rapid development of Shuimo Gongfu.
In half a year at most, dozens of high-level priests can be trained to dominate the entire No. 37 Crack.
However, Thomas would never have thought that Somo's appetite was much more than that.
But this is something for later, so I won’t explain it to the old priest for now.
"What the patriarch said makes sense, but we only have seven days of food left and no tools for traveling. We have to borrow some from surrounding tribes."
"Oh? Is there anyone who can choose the high priest?" Somo said with a smile.
"The distance between the six major tribes is hundreds of kilometers. We need to raise food for at least one month. Considering that we may encounter refugees on the road, it is best to have as much supplies as possible."
After a severe cold winter, supplies from each tribe have arrived near the cordon.
Especially micro-tribes with dozens of people still need to wait hungry for crops to mature.
"Yes, Thomas does have someone chosen."
The old priest nodded slowly, his weathered fingers gently caressing his exposed arm, as if feeling the subtle flow in the air.
His gaze first passed over the ruins of the deep pit, and then turned to the east where the sun rose.
It was early in the morning, and the rising sun was emitting a soft and hopeful light.
"Why don't the patriarch and I write names on the ground together to see if we are thinking of the same place?"
"OK."
When Somo heard this, a gentle smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, he picked up a branch nearby and scratched out his name on the ground.
After they finished writing, the two of them turned around in unison, looked at the name written by the other person, and laughed.
"Priest Thomas, this is the first time you have such a tacit understanding with the leader of this clan!"
...
It's night.
Zhushikeng tribe.
"My appetite is really getting bigger and bigger. A few days ago, I only sent people to ask for blood food every two weeks. These days, it's better. I have to come and ask for blood food every three to five days. Do you really think I run a welfare home??
Damn it, Sha Ming, this old dog doesn’t think that humans grow out of the ground, right?”
"After practicing evil methods, you have gone to the point of no return. On the road, you want to break the pot and hold me back?"
"I'm so desperate that I'll report this matter directly to the Priest Affairs Office. I'd like to see who else can save you."
Above the hall.
The high priest Zhang Tai's face turned red, and his palms clattered on the wooden table.
"Chen Haifeng, tell them how much blood food has been supplied this month?"
"Reporting to the high priest, forty-five heads have been fed with blood."
The tribe leader Chen Haifeng trembled and quickly reported an accurate number.
"Did you hear that in one month, I have already given you forty-five heads, why do you want more?"
Zhang Tai's voice was like thunder, ringing in the ears of the remaining people.
However, the several masked people sitting in the room just shook their heads, and no one showed any expressions of fear.
A biting dog does not bark.
Zhang Tai was so loud, obviously he had already anticipated the current situation and was trying to take the initiative in this childish way.
"High Priest, speaking of which, we are old acquaintances. There is no point in this drama between you and me."
The masked man sitting above him laughed a few times and simply took off his mask.
He has thick eyebrows and big eyes, but his eyes are extremely evil.
Zhang Tai couldn't help but widen his eyes. He didn't expect that the other party was Qian Jin, the long-lost leader of the Benlei tribe.
In a sense, the two are indeed old acquaintances!
"Qian Jin, why is it you? No, Mu Yun is dead, how could you not be dead?"
"High Priest, you are really good at joking, hahaha, you old guy is not dead yet, how could I die?"
Qian Jin sneered a few times, picked up the tea cup on the table and took a sip.
Such frivolous behavior caused Chen Haifeng on the side to frown and shouted: "How dare you, the leader of a defeated tribe, dare to talk to the high priest like this?"
"What? You are not convinced?"
Qian Jin looked surprised and looked at Zhang Tai, "Zhang Tai, when did the Zhushikeng tribe have its turn to speak for the dead ghost leader?"
"you..."
"Go down." Zhang Tai's face was complicated, and he actually raised his hand and waved at Chen Haifeng.
The divine power turned invisible and became tangible, and the illusory slap knocked Chen Haifeng away, knocking open the door and flying three or four meters away.
puff.
Chen Haifeng showed an expression of disbelief, vomiting blood and struggling to get up.
He didn't understand why the high priest would treat him like this for an outsider.
Even if Qian Jin is Sha Ming's dog, isn't he also Zhang Tai's dog?
"Close the door and wait at the door."
Zhang Tai didn't explain, and his eyes never looked outside the door from the beginning to the end.
It wasn't until the door closed that he lowered his voice and said urgently: "How long has it been? How did you... reach Level 3?"
The ordinary person two months ago has transformed into a third-level priest at the same level as himself today.
Zhang Tai's heart has long been filled with waves.
With such an exaggerated promotion speed, even those super tribes in low-order rifts can only achieve this with their talented priests.
But is it possible for Qian Jin to obtain cultivation of this size?
Can his talent reach genius level?
The answer is yes.
"Evil method, you also practice evil method!"
Zhang Tai's heart skipped a beat, and his face finally showed a bit of panic.
But if you look carefully when you are in a panic, you can see the deeply hidden heartbeat and fear.
It took him six years to be promoted to the third level of priest.
But it only took two months for the money to come in. Who wouldn’t be tempted by this speed?
"Otherwise?" Qian Jin smiled nonchalantly.
"Zhang Tai, you don't naively think that those super tribes distinguish between good and evil to protect the ordinary people who are not even qualified to step into their tribes, do you?"
"Don't be stupid. It's okay for them to talk about good and evil. The bottom class like you and I can't protect ourselves. Who are we to discuss these things?"
Zhang Tai said nothing, but his breathing became more and more rapid.
Of course he understands this kind of thing.
Just like the Zhushikeng tribe distinguishes residents into three, six or nine grades, these are just methods used by super tribes to consolidate their status.
If everyone practices evil and everyone can achieve it in a short time, how can the priestly affairs office control the cracks?
How many civilians will still be willing to go mining honestly?
How can those super tribes gain absolute advantage and continue to exploit many tribes?
"Oh, instead of struggling here, why not learn from me and practice this evil method as soon as possible? Maybe you can become a holy priest in a year or two. Who will dare to question you then?"
Holy priest is the name given to priests above level six.
Once you reach the eighth level, your title will change again and you will become a 'god priest'.
"Go away, even if I die, I will never practice this evil method of yours."
Zhang Tai was breathing heavily, like a mad beast, staring at Qian Jin.
"I feed on human blood continuously, and my appetite is getting bigger and bigger. Even if I can really cultivate to become a god priest, what if I am found out by those super tribes, I will inevitably die in the end."
"Innocent."
Qian Jin suddenly laughed angrily.
I didn't expect that Zhang Tai would really add drama to himself. He was obviously just a priest of a small tribe, and it would be difficult to reach level five in his life if he followed the rules step by step. Now he had begun to fantasize about competing with the god priest of a super tribe.
He simply stopped trying to persuade her and changed the subject.
"I have no obligation to advise you to become stronger. You just have to think clearly and accept it. However, according to the wishes of the Holy Priest, from today on, you will be required to provide blood food every three days. The minimum requirement is five heads."
"What?"
Zhang Tai was startled suddenly.
Three days, five heads?
According to this number, wouldn't it mean that there are 370 people in the Zhushikeng tribe, which can only last for more than half a year?
But at the same time, he captured a key message from Qian Jin's words.
"Sha Ming, Sha Ming...is it level six?"
The reason why he dared to cooperate with evil priests like Sha Ming was because the Yunxiao tribe had fifth-level priests in charge.
But if Sha Ming reaches level six, he will already be the strongest in Crack No. 37.
Zhang Tai felt a little uneasy in his heart, and his tone became much softer.
"Five people is too many. I can supply three people at most... a week at most. This is the limit."
"Stop, this is not a discussion with you, this is a notification."
Qian Jin waved his hand.
"You can choose to quit now, but we cannot guarantee that others will know immediately about cooperating with evil cultivators to supply blood food and colluding with snow bandits to harm the tribe."
"In addition, if Priest Shaming is angry, there is no guarantee that the bodies of your daughter and son-in-law will appear at the entrance of the Zhushikeng tribe tomorrow."
"You threaten me?"
Zhang Tai narrowed his eyes, murderous intent surging.
Unexpectedly, Qian Jin looked at each other without any scruples, and strange red lines appeared on his face.
"Is it possible that you want to try it with me?"
"You think I don't dare?"
"Then come on, come on, hit me on the head."
"Fuck you!"
Wow.
Two divine powers suddenly stirred up trouble.
It's okay if Sha Ming is so arrogant. You, a third-level priest who relies on evil magic to achieve rapid success, really think you are a big shot?
Zhang Tai didn't think that he would lose to a quick-acting evil priest after years of hard training.
Therefore, in the first move, he directly used a killing move instead of a defensive move to distance himself.
"Spinning Sky Palm!"
A huge palm formed by air condensation emerged from the void and went straight towards the money.
At the same time, Zhang Tai took his time and launched his second serial killing move.
"Bamboo and stone thorns!"
The masonry floor suddenly bulged, forming sharp spikes that penetrated directly into the bottom.
Two breaths and two methods, a solid foundation.
Even if you look at the many cracks and the tens of thousands of people in the tribe, Zhang Tai's strength can be ranked at the forefront of the third-level priests.
but...
"This, this is impossible."
Zhang Tai exclaimed.
Under his gaze, Qian Jin was so arrogant that he continued to sit cross-legged, indifferent.
I saw a red lotus pattern flashing inexplicably on his chest, and then a bloody streak rushed out from it.
Brush, brush.
The blood-colored horse training started again and again, and with a gentle touch on the palms and bamboo thorns, the two third-level magic skills disappeared without a trace.
"This... what kind of evil method is this?"
"Want to learn?"
Qian Jin smiled strangely, raised his hand, and wrapped his fingers around him.
"Now that I've taken action, I'll give you a chance."
"If you can defend yourself well, you are still qualified to be a dog for the holy priest. If you can't defend yourself, just go..."
"Die!"
Hua Hua Hua.
There was the sound of water flowing in the air, and the bloody Pi Lian suddenly attacked, heading straight towards Zhang Tai.
Fortunately, You Qianjin warned him in advance, so Zhang Tai managed to hold up his frost shield for defense.
However, this air shield couldn't even defend against Thomas' original fire fist technique, so how could it defend against more lethal evil techniques?
Boom, boom, boom...
Six air shields shattered in a row, and the bloody force continued unabated, hitting Zhang Tai's chest.
Like a rag doll, the normally majestic high priest flew backwards, making a human-shaped dent in the wall and causing the entire wooden house to shake.
puff.
This time it was Zhang Tai's turn to vomit blood. He managed to raise his head and stared at Qian Jin.
The two men clearly had the same strength, but the result of the battle was one-sided.
How can evil magic be so powerful?
However, just when he was about to say something, there was a sudden movement on the roof, and two figures fell down.
"Damn it, you guys just hit me, why are you hitting the wall?"
The figure on the left bent his knees slightly, and after removing the impact, he stood up and rubbed his chest.
"Leave us alone, you are beating yourselves, we are just watching a show."
"Is it you?"
Zhang Tai was stunned.
He couldn't believe what he saw.
"You are not the leader of the Fire Fist Tribe...you..."
"Well, I didn't expect that you could still remember me after such a long time."
Sumo raised his hand, scratched his head, looked to his side and smiled honestly.
"High Priest, we agreed that this man will be left to me later. I want to kill him with my own hands."