Chapter 1514 Leave It to Me, I Want to Kill Him with My Own Hands!

After the deep winter, spring comes.

From the planting season, all tribes have entered the busiest period of the year.

As a result, fewer and fewer people used to dig for treasure in the Fire Fist Pit.

Su Mo thought about it and simply called the tribesmen scattered in various tribes to return and moved to a cave near the Fire Fist territory to live simply.

The food has run out, and everyone has only seven days of rations left.

The tribe has been destroyed, and the treasure hunting pits dug out at the old site are like natural disasters.

Standing above the Fire Fist Tribe Pit, Thomas looked dazed and couldn't come back to his senses after looking for a long time.

"High Priest?"

"I... I'm fine."

"It's good to be fine. If you feel uncomfortable, just vent it out. No one will blame you."

Su Mo patted Thomas's shoulder, and then heard the old priest sniff hard and raise his head slightly, as if covering something.

As a player who came in halfway, he didn't have any special feelings for the Fire Fist Tribe. At most, he just missed the soft straw bed in the chief's hut.

But Thomas was different. He had been in the Fire Fist Tribe for eight years and had already regarded it as his second home.

Many people in Tianyuan Territory should be able to empathize with this.

Many people have only joined the territory for one or two years, but they feel as long as half a lifetime.

Letting them leave again will definitely be ten times more uncomfortable than crossing to the wasteland.

Not long.

Thomas wiped his face with his sleeves and raised his head with red eyes.

"It's better to destroy it. If you go again, you won't miss home."

"Chief, where is the next stop? Do you have any specific arrangements?"

"I have some ideas."

Su Mo nodded. The Fire Fist Tribe definitely doesn't need to be rebuilt. The size of this deep pit limits the tribe to a maximum of 500 people, and the potential is really limited.

In addition, this is the blind spot of the 37th crack. It is safe, but the distance to the shuttle port between the cracks is extremely far, which is not conducive to recruiting refugees and fighting crack wars in the future.

If the Fire Fist Tribe wants to develop to the level of 10,000 people in the future, it must determine the location as soon as possible and go to a richer place.

The two reached a consensus and returned to the topic, "There are six 10,000-person tribes in the 37th crack, which just happen to guard the six entrances and exits to the surrounding cracks. Our goal is to capture one of them."

"Will it be too hasty to attack the 10,000-person tribe directly?"

Thomas did not refuse, and a trace of contemplation flashed across his brows.

Relying on the five-door greeting magic, as Su Mo was promoted to level 4, he also came to level 5.

Looking around, the highest-level priest in the 37th crack is only level 5.

With two level 5 magics, Earth Fire Fist and Earth Fire Armor, Thomas does not think he will suffer in a head-on battle.

And the Fire Fist Tribe has a unique advantage.

The ten thousand-man tribe is too big to be defeated. When faced with an attack, it can only passively defend in the tribal garrison.

The Fire Fist Tribe has only a hundred people. They can just find a place to settle down and wait for the result.

"Becoming one of the six major tribes is the next short-term goal, but it does not mean that we have to complete it immediately. When playing away from home, the opponent has more people and more power, and the risk of a setback is not small." Su Mo said, "We need to find a springboard and find a way to get the support of the Priest Affairs Office first."

"Only by mastering the entrance and exit of a crack can we obtain a steady stream of population and materials."

"In addition, after the sowing period, 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 have one level five and one level four, which would be enough to walk sideways in the 37th crack.

As long as they can find a stable garrison, the next step is the rapid development of the water grinding work.

In at most half a year, dozens of senior priests can be trained to dominate the entire 37th crack.

However, Thomas would not have thought that Su Mo's appetite was far more than that.

But this is a later story, so I won't tell the old priest for now.

"What the chief said makes sense, but we only have seven days of food now, and we don't have any tools for traveling. We have to borrow some from the surrounding tribes."

"Oh? Do you have a candidate for the high priest?" Su Mo smiled.

"The distance between the six major tribes is hundreds of kilometers. We need to collect at least one month's worth of food. Considering that we may encounter refugees on the road, the more supplies the better."

After a severe winter, the supplies of each tribe have arrived near the cordon.

Especially for the micro-tribes of dozens of people, they still need to wait for the crops to mature on an empty stomach.

"Yes, Thomas does have a candidate."

The old priest nodded slowly, and his weathered fingers gently stroked his exposed arms, as if he was feeling the subtle flow in the air.

His eyes first swept across the ruins of the deep pit, and then cast to the east where the sun rises.

It was early in the morning, and the rising sun exuded a soft and hopeful light.

"Why don't you write the names on the ground with me to see if we are thinking of the same place?"

"Okay."

Su Mo heard this, a gentle smile appeared on his lips, picked up the branch next to him and scratched the name on the ground.

After writing, the two turned around at the same time, looked at the names written by each other and laughed.

"Priest Thomas, this is the first time you and this tribe leader have such a tacit understanding!"

...

It was night.

Zhushikeng tribe.

"Your appetite is getting bigger and bigger. A few days ago, you only sent people to ask for blood food every two weeks. These days, you come to ask for it every three to five days. Do you really think I run an orphanage? Damn Sha Ming, this old dog doesn't think people grow out of the ground, does he?"

"You have practiced evil methods, and you have walked a path of no return. You want to break the jar and drag me down with you?"

"If you force me, report this matter to the Priest Affairs Office. I want to see who can save you."

In the hall.

The high priest Zhang Tai blushed, and his palms slapped on the wooden table.

"Chen Haifeng, tell them how many blood foods have been supplied this month?"

"Report to the high priest, there are already 45 blood foods."

The tribe leader Chen Haifeng trembled and quickly reported an accurate number.

"Did you hear that? I've already given you 45 heads in one month. You still want more?"

Zhang Tai's voice was like thunder, ringing in the ears of the remaining people.

However, the masked men sitting in the room just shook their heads, and no one showed a horrified expression.

The dog that bites doesn't bark.

Zhang Tai was so loud, obviously he had already anticipated the current situation and tried to take the initiative in this childish way.

"High priest, we are old acquaintances. There is no point in you and me acting out this drama."

The masked man sitting at the top laughed dryly and simply took off his mask.

He had thick eyebrows and big eyes, but his eyes were 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 chief 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 such a joke, hahaha, you old thing is not dead, how could I be dead."

Qian Jin sneered a few times, picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip.

Such frivolous behavior, Chen Haifeng on the side couldn't help but frowned, and shouted: "How dare you, a chief of a defeated tribe, talk to the high priest like this?"

"What? You don't accept it?"

Qian Jin showed a surprised look and looked at Zhang Tai, "Zhang Tai, when did the Zhushikeng tribe have a scapegoat chief to speak?"

"You..."

"Go down." Zhang Tai's face was complicated, and he raised his hand and waved at Chen Haifeng.

The invisible power became visible, and the illusory slap knocked Chen Haifeng out, knocking open the door and flying three or four meters away.

Puff.

Chen Haifeng showed an unbelievable look, spitting blood while struggling to get up.

He didn't understand why the high priest would treat him like this for an outsider.

Even if Qian Jin was Sha Ming's dog, wasn'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 at the door from beginning to end.

Until the door was closed, he lowered his voice and said anxiously: "How long has it been? How come you... are only level three?"

An ordinary person two months ago has transformed into a level three priest at the same level as himself today.

Zhang Tai's heart has long been filled with surging waves.

Such an exaggerated promotion speed, even those super tribes with low-order cracks, the genius priests in them are no more than this.

But is it possible for Qian Jin to get this kind of training?

Can his talent reach the genius level?

The answer is yes.

"Evil law, you also practiced evil law!"

Zhang Tai's heart skipped a beat, and his face finally showed a bit of panic.

But if you look closely in the panic, you can see the hidden heartbeat and fear.

It took him six years to be promoted to the third-level priest.

But Qian Jin only took two months. Who wouldn't be tempted by this speed?

"What else?" Qian Jin smiled indifferently.

"Zhang Tai, you are not naive to think that those super tribes distinguish between good and evil to protect those ordinary people who are not even qualified to enter their tribes?"

"Don't be silly, it's okay for them to talk about good and evil, but people like you and me who are at the bottom can't protect ourselves, what qualifications do we have to discuss these?"

Zhang Tai said nothing, but his breathing became more and more rapid.

Of course he understood this kind of thing.

Just like the Zhushikeng tribe would distinguish residents into different levels, these are just means for super tribes to consolidate their status.

If everyone practices evil magic and everyone can quickly master it in a short time, how can the Priest Affairs Office rule the cracks?

How many civilians will be willing to go mining honestly at that time?

How can those super tribes occupy an absolute advantage and continue to exploit many tribes?

"Heh, instead of struggling here, you might as well learn from me and practice this evil method earlier. Maybe you can become a holy priest in a year or two. Who will dare to question you then?"

Holy priest is the title for priests above level 6.

When you reach level 8, the title will change again, becoming a 'divine priest'.

"Get out of here. I will never practice your evil method even if I die."

Zhang Tai panted heavily, like a mad beast, staring at Qian Jin.

"If you feed on human blood continuously, your appetite will grow bigger and bigger. Even if you can really become a divine priest, what will happen? If those super tribes find out, you will eventually die."

"Naive."

Qian Jin laughed in anger.

I didn’t expect Zhang Tai to really add drama to himself. He was just a priest of a small tribe. He would never reach level 5 in his lifetime if he followed the rules. But now he has begun to fantasize about competing with the priests of the super tribe.

So he simply stopped persuading him and changed the subject.

“I have no obligation to persuade you to become stronger. Just think it through and accept it. However, according to the Holy Priest, from today on, you will need to supply blood food every three days, and the minimum number of blood food is five.”

“What?”

Zhang Tai was stunned.

Three days, five heads?

According to this number, the 370 people in the Zhushikeng tribe can only support half a year, right?

But at the same time, he caught a key piece of information from Qian Jin’s words.

“Sha Ming, Sha Ming... level 6?”

The reason why he dared to cooperate with an evil priest like Sha Ming was because the Yunxiao tribe had a level 5 priest in charge.

But if Sha Ming reached level 6, he would be the strongest of the 37th crack.

Zhang Tai felt a little uneasy, and his tone softened.

"Five people are too many. I can only supply three people a week at most. This is the limit."

"Stop, I'm not discussing with you, I'm notifying you."

Qian Jin waved his hand.

"You can choose to quit now, but we can't guarantee that others will know about the cooperation with the evil cultivators to supply blood food and collude with the snow bandits to harm the tribe."

"In addition, if the Sha Ming priest gets angry, the bodies of your daughter and son-in-law will appear at the entrance of the Zhushikeng tribe tomorrow."

"Are you threatening me?"

Zhang Tai narrowed his eyes, murderous intent surged.

Unexpectedly, Qian Jin looked at him without scruples, and strange red lines appeared on his face.

"Are you going to try to fight me?"

"Do you think I don't dare?"

"Then come on, come on, hit me on the head."

"Fuck you!"

Wow.

Two divine powers suddenly arose.

If Sha Ming was so arrogant, it would be fine. You, a third-level priest who relied on evil methods to quickly become a master, really think you are a big shot?

Zhang Tai didn't think that he would lose to a fast-learning evil priest after years of hard training.

Therefore, he used a killing move instead of a defensive move to distance himself in the first move.

"Spinning Palm!"

A huge palm condensed from air emerged from the void and rushed straight to Qian Jin.

At the same time, Zhang Tai was not in a hurry and immediately used the second series of killing moves.

"Bamboo and Stone Spikes!"

The brick and stone ground suddenly bulged, forming sharp spikes that pierced directly into Qian Jin's bottom.

Two breaths and two methods, a solid foundation.

Even if looking at the many cracks of the Ten Thousand People Tribe, Zhang Tai's strength can be ranked among the top 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 and remained indifferent.

A red lotus pattern flashed across his chest inexplicably, and then a blood-colored streak rushed out from it.

Swish, swish.

The blood-colored streak circulated and gently touched the palm and the bamboo thorn, and the two third-level magics disappeared without a trace.

"What kind of evil method is this?"

"Want to learn?"

Qian Jin showed a weird smile, raised his hand, and the streak went around his fingers.

"Since you've started, I'll give you a chance."

"If you can defend, you still have the qualifications to be a dog for the holy priest. If you can't defend, go..."

"Die!"

Splash.

There was a sound of water flowing in the air, and the blood-colored streak suddenly attacked and rushed straight to Zhang Tai.

Fortunately, Qian Jin warned him in advance, and Zhang Tai barely held up his frost air shield for defense.

However, this air shield couldn't even defend against Thomas's original fire fist technique, so how could it defend against the more lethal evil method?

Boom, boom, boom...

Six air shields shattered in succession, and the blood-colored streak continued to move forward, hitting Zhang Tai's chest.

Like a rag doll, the usually majestic high priest flew backwards, leaving a human-shaped dent on the wall, shaking the entire wooden house.

Puff.

This time it was Zhang Tai's turn to spit blood. He tried to raise his head and stared at Qian Jin.

The two were obviously of equal strength, but the result of the battle was one-sided.

How could the evil magic be so strong?

However, just as he was about to say something, there was a movement on the roof, and two figures fell down.

"Fuck, you guys fight if you want, why are you hitting the wall?"

The figure on the left slightly bent his knees, relieved the impact, stood up and rubbed his chest.

"Don't worry about us, you fight yours, and we two are just watching the show."

"It's you?"

Zhang Tai was stunned.

He couldn't believe what he saw.

"You are not the chief of the Fire Fist Tribe... You..."

"Uh, I didn't expect that after such a long time, you still remember me."

Su Mo raised his hand, scratched his head, looked at the person beside him and smiled.

"High Priest, it's agreed that this person must be left to me later. I want to kill him with my own hands."

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