At the foot of a tall hillside not far from Zhushikeng.

Hundreds of people were sitting here silently, with no fear in their eyes like normal refugees, but rather a bit of fanaticism and excitement.

The tribe is destroyed and has no base, so what?

The clan leader has promised everyone that he will take them to places with 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 is a close friend of Priest Thomas, so he can 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 were lying on the high ground, looking at the deep pit gradually shrouded in darkness, their faces full of worry.

Ordinary residents don't know the specific situation, so it's okay to be blindly optimistic.

The five of them knew clearly that the clan leader had been seriously injured by Zhang Tai before.

Moreover, Zhang Tai is Thomas' best friend, and both of them want 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 will work?"

Zhang Liubang rubbed his hands, and if he wanted to say who was the big player in the surrounding area, it would have to be the Zhushikeng 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 level 3 high priest, a thousand people are the standard number. At level 4, the number will be increased to 3,000.

For example, the tens of thousands of people in the tribe in Fissure No. 37 all have fifth-level priests in charge.

It is difficult for Zhushikeng to attract people during the late winter, so the gap must be filled quickly as soon as spring comes, so as not to be misunderstood by other tribes that Zhang Tai, the high priest, has water.

"Tiantian is so worried. Since the lord and priest dare to go in, they are sure."

Huang Xiangyu raised his head and glared at Zhang Liu Bang.

Are you kidding? 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 do it on purpose. 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!"

"real?"

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."

Are there so many?

Sumo was actually a little surprised.

Thinking about it before, Zhushikeng can provide two months of supplies for a hundred people, which is 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 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 was only now that his breath had 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... what's even more outrageous is that he has actually reached the same level as the fifth-level priest of the Yunxiao tribe.

Are these two people practicing on a rocket?

Moreover, 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 are 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 magic, 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 crack No. 37?"

Zhang Tai sighed and said what he was thinking.

Seeking the skin of a tiger has its own 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 thrown out?" Sumo said with a strange expression, "Is it possible that you still have connections in the Priest Affairs Office and can suppress this matter?"

"Well..."

Zhang Tai was a little stunned when Su Mo guessed his idea.

The Priest Affairs Office is also headed by people from this rift, and 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.

This matter can be explained even if evidence is found and Xia Fenghan is the guarantee.

"If you think so, then I advise you to act quickly. If it's a little later, Sha Ming might come."

"Also, do you know what to say about us coming here today and borrowing supplies?"

"Clear, absolutely clear."

Zhang Tai nodded repeatedly, breathed a long sigh of relief, and 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 office send people 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 resources 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.

the other side.

Since the supplies were not saved by themselves, the new and old residents of the Zhushikeng tribe did not feel distressed.
To be continued...