Chapter 1517 Reaching the Sky, the Scale Has Increased Greatly!

"Keep going, we'll rest after walking another 40 kilometers today!"

"We'll be at our destination soon, you can rest however you want!"

"There are enough supplies and sheds, the chief has said that everyone will get land!"

On the vast plain.

Hundreds of people carried packages and pushed wheelbarrows, moving steadily eastward.

Someone fell behind occasionally, and when they heard the chicken soup shouted by Nong Cao, they felt full of energy again.

"Yes, the distance is getting closer."

Su Mo looked back at the long dragon-like migration team and couldn't help but smile with satisfaction.

The straight-line distance between Zhushikeng Tribe and Yunxiao Tribe is about 400 kilometers.

Taking into account the steep terrain in many areas in the middle, they took a detour, and the total distance was about 550 kilometers.

After six days, at a migration speed of 70 kilometers per day, they have officially entered the outer area of ​​Yunxiao Tribe today.

It was a safe journey.

The Fire Fist Tribe, which carried a large amount of supplies, was not only coveted by the tribes around the route, but also encountered four long groups of refugees with a scale of more than a thousand people.

Among them, the surrounding tribes were not very threatening, and after Tang Ma casually reported the name of the Yunxiao Tribe, they basically let them go.

After all, there were two priests in the migration team of more than 100 people, and their levels were not low, so the safety factor was full.

But on the other hand, the long group of refugees didn't care whether you had priests or which tribe you were from.

Faced with trucks of supplies, the migration team of the Fire Fist Tribe inevitably encountered more than ten attacks.

Most of them were at night.

Holding a fluke mentality, the extremely hungry refugees came in the chaos and didn't care whether they would die or not.

After being attacked and robbed of dozens of trucks of supplies, Su Mo decided to take the initiative.

Tang Ma was responsible for disguising himself as an evil cultivator, and under the name of catching blood food, he released divine arts to disperse the refugee team.

Then he came forward as a powerful priest passing by, and told the refugees that the evil cultivators had already targeted the large group, and only by breaking up into smaller groups could they escape the pursuit of the evil cultivators.

After several waves, the effect was remarkable.

In order to survive, the refugee group of more than a thousand people really began to split up, wave after wave, and gradually became dozens of scattered groups with no more than a hundred people.

At the same time, the split refugees also brought unexpected surprises.

Su Mo took this opportunity to recruit small groups and recruit refugees with good character and hard work into the team.

579 people.

This is the current size of the Fire Fist Migration Team.

In fact, if it were not for the fear of scaring the Yunxiao tribe and destroying the next plan, this number could have steadily increased to 800 or even 1,000 people.

However, even if Su Mo deliberately reduced the size, when he arrived at the outer area of ​​the Yunxiao tribe, the people he occasionally met still did not dare to approach him and chat with him. When he saw them from a distance, he immediately quickened his pace and fled away.

Including the two Yunxiao tribe patrolmen he met from a distance in the morning, they also turned around and left when they saw the migration team.

After all, as long as there is a glimmer of hope, refugees will choose to join the tribe and devote themselves to farming in order to live a stable life.

Anyone who has a glimmer of hope will join the tribe, participate in farming, and settle down.

Those who can choose to continue migrating are either forced into a desperate situation or have greater ambitions.

No matter which of these two possibilities, it is obvious that they are not something that a few idle people can provoke.

"Chief, calculate the time, the Yunxiao tribe is about to come."

Tang Ma walked briskly on the side, and volunteered to push a wheelbarrow full of supplies as an example.

He was not excited for too long after the priest level was upgraded, because the feeling was as ethereal as a dream.

He was only happy for half a night after killing Shadu and Zhang Tai, because there were many possible troubles in the future.

However, these days, I saw with my own eyes that the number of people in the migration team increased day by day, and new refugees joined the Fire Fist Tribe every day.

But he only felt that he had endless energy, and he had never been so happy!

"Speaking of the devil, here comes the devil. Hey, there really is one in front."

Su Mo was about to make a joke, but when he looked up, he saw a group of people in the distance.

Three red and black painted trucks were galloping from a distance. The wheels rolled over the dry land, raising waves of thick loess, rolling up like a yellow wave, covering the sky and the sun.

When they got closer, they could see that the body of the truck was equipped with heavy armor plates, with sharp horns in front, and the wheels were replaced with wider off-road tires, full of wasteland style.

The carriage was also transformed into an open combat platform. At first glance, each car should have fifteen people.

Including the people in the cockpit, there are about fifty people.

"It seems that the world of faith has not completely abandoned modern technology. At least these tribes of tens of thousands of people have not..."

Su Mo narrowed his eyes, quickly gathered his extra thoughts, and waved his hand to the back.

The migration team gradually stopped, and more and more people noticed the three trucks coming from afar.

"Huang Xiangyu, Kong Geliang, you two take people to maintain order, don't make a mess."

"Yes."

After arranging the rear, three trucks also drove over and stopped fifty meters away from the team in a "PIN" shape.

The window of the front truck opened, and a large loudspeaker extended from it.

"Stop, you have entered the control area of ​​the Yunxiao tribe. My tribe has no plan to accept refugees for the time being. Please return the same way or take a detour."

"If you have other intentions, please send two representatives forward."

Expected attitude.

Yunxiao tribe, one of the six major tribes in the 37th rift, ranks fourth.

There is one fifth-level priest, two fourth-level priests, four third-level priests, and 27 second-level and first-level priests in it, which is very powerful.

However, no matter how strong it is, the Yunxiao tribe still has to abide by the three unspoken rules between the six tribes.

That is: war rules, distribution rules, and population rules.

1. The six major tribes are not allowed to participate in the war between the tribes under the rift, including but not limited to: supporting manpower, supporting materials, providing intelligence and other means.

This move is to protect the interests of small and medium-sized tribes in the rift, and to prevent the six major tribes from blindly participating in the war and eventually turning into a full-scale war in the rift.

2. The six major tribes are not allowed to hide resources privately, and must strictly follow the distribution system.

Except for the special competition to determine the share of the divine mine, all other resources are divided equally.

This ensures that conflicts are further reduced and promotes the stability of the rift ecology.

3. In order to prevent excessive absorption of population, other tribes in the rift will have no one available and fall into a death cycle.

The six major powers need to determine the upper limit of population according to the strength and number of internal priests.

One level 5 priest corresponds to 10,000 people.

One level 4 priest corresponds to 2,000 people.

One level 3 priest corresponds to 1,000 people.

The second and first level priests below each correspond to 100 people.

That is, the Yunxiao tribe can accommodate a maximum of 20,700 people. If the number exceeds this, it needs to actively clear the population.

According to the information provided by Zhang Tai, the current population of the Yunxiao tribe has just exceeded 20,000, and there are only a few hundred places left from the upper limit.

Unless the Fire Fist Migration Team can show enough value, it will definitely not be accepted.

"High priest, you look after the team, I will take Nong Cao over."

The two have been fighting together during this period, and they often exchange ideas, and their strength is basically on par.

Of course, the four-level battle with the five-level can be evenly matched, which already shows Su Mo's talent.

"Be careful in everything."

Thomas nodded, no longer worried about this and that as before.

Soon, Su Mo led Nong Cao, who was in charge of material statistics, out of the team and headed towards the convoy.

However, he never thought that this action would cause chaos in the convoy in the distance.

"Fuck, is it true? It only took four minutes. This refugee team is deliberately messing with me, right?"

"To be precise, three minutes and forty-seven seconds, less than four minutes."

"Hehehe, take the money, take the money. I said they look messy, but in fact they are not afraid of us at all."

"There are too many refugees who are not afraid of us, but how can we tell who is the representative without a fight?"

"..."

The combatants in the tail box of the truck were in a mess.

After the deep winter, there were more and more refugee teams. Almost every two or three days, one team broke into the area controlled by the Yunxiao tribe, and they needed to be responsible for handling and persuading them to leave.

Generally speaking, after hearing that the Yunxiao tribe no longer accepts refugees and must leave by detour, these refugee teams will automatically become chaotic, either fighting for the right to represent, or splitting up and killing each other on the spot.

The biggest source of fun for them is how long it will take for these refugee teams to get chaotic.

But today, many people obviously failed.

This refugee team with a population of more than 500 people did not have any chaos, and it took less than four minutes to send out representatives, which is rare.

Click.

The front passenger door of the truck opened, and the first-level priest and reconnaissance team leader Wang Qi jumped down.

He first turned his head and glared at the chaotic fighters behind him, then lowered his voice and said:

"Stop arguing, the person coming from the opposite side is a priest, prepare for battle."

"Priest?"

There are priests in the refugee team?

How rare is it?

Even if it is just a first-level priest who has just obtained the talent, as long as he simply wants to make a living, all the tribes in the 37th crack are willing to accept him.

Including the Yunxiao tribe, although the total number of priests exceeds 30, who would mind one more person?

Realizing that the person who rushed over is likely to join the tribe and become their immediate boss.

The car, which was noisy the previous second, immediately became quiet the next second.

In case the other party settles accounts with them afterwards, the tribe will not offend the priest for an ordinary scout team member.

In fact, the tribal leaders are willing to use this method to get closer to the new priest.

"As expected of a tribe of 10,000 people, the team on the opposite side is actually equipped with priests."

The distance is shortened.

The two looked at each other, and Su Mo also sensed a faint priest's breath that flashed by.

It is estimated that the other party should be a first-level priest, who has not been gifted for a long time and has not stabilized yet.

However, in Wang Qi's perception, the breath coming from Su Mo is a bit exaggerated.

Like the rising sun, it is extremely strong.

Even if you look at the Yunxiao tribe, it is only slightly weaker than the fifth-level high priest Xia Fenghan, and is comparable to the fourth-level priests in the tribe.

"Fuck, do you have to be so outrageous? When did the refugees have fourth-level priests?"

Wang Qi was a little numb.

Looking at the entire rift No. 37, as long as he doesn't provoke the six greats, the fourth-level priest can walk sideways.

No matter which tribe he goes to, he can become a guest of honor, like a supreme elder.

Wait...what should I call him?

Seeing that the distance between the two sides was getting closer and closer, Wang Qi had no choice but to bite the bullet and step forward, bowing slightly:

"As expected of the high priest, you can lead so many people to migrate steadily and orderly. Wang Qi admires you!"

He clasped his fists, "I am the first-level garrison priest of the Yunxiao tribe. May I ask which tribe you are from, the high priest?"

So respectful?

The combatants in the carriage were shocked. They had never seen Wang Qi so humble.

First, he took two steps forward instead of three steps, and then bowed his head and clasped his fists to salute.

Could it be that the priest coming from the opposite side is also a high-level priest?

"Priest Wang, you are too kind. I don't deserve it." Su Mo also clasped his fists in return, "I am Su Mo, from the Zhushikeng Alliance, and I came to the Yunxiao tribe to seek refuge with my niece Cuicui."

"Zhushikeng Alliance? Niece Cuicui?"

Wang Qi was stunned. He searched his memory for most of the day, but couldn't find the corresponding information.

"Priest Su, I'm really sorry. I haven't been a priest for long, and I really haven't heard of where the Zhushikeng Alliance is. Can you point it out on this map?"

After saying that, Wang Qi took out a map of the 37th crack from his arms and unfolded it on his palm.

Su Mo stretched out his hand and tapped the dead corner below the crack.

"Hey, aren't all the tribes here first- and second-level priests?"

Wang Qi scratched his head in confusion, and then suddenly reacted.

"Wait, the Cuicui you are talking about, wouldn't it be the third wife that Chief Long Wei married some time ago...ah, no, it's Mrs. Zhang Cuicui?"

Damn.

I almost let it slip that Zhang Cuicui is the third wife.

Although the strong are respected in this world, it is not a problem for the chief of a tribe of 10,000 people to marry ten concubines.

But if Zhang Cuicui really has a relative who is a fourth-level priest, wouldn't the identity of the third concubine be a slap in his face?

Wang Qi wanted to slap himself in the face, and quickly changed his words to Madam, confusing the ranking.

"Yes, I am a close friend of his father, and I came here this time..."

"Alas."

Su Mo sighed, "The evil cultivators were at work, and Brother Zhang was killed. We rushed here this time, first to escape from the evil cultivators, and second to fulfill his father's last wish to protect Cuicui, the only daughter."

"But I didn't expect that I met a lot of poor people on the way, and I took them in all the way, which delayed me from coming here until now."

"Priest Zhang is dead?"

Wang Qi couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat when he realized that Su Mo's words were sincere and didn't seem to be false.

"Brother Zhang has passed away, and the Zhushikeng tribe was burned to ashes by the evil cultivators. Now some are dead and some are gone, and it has become a thing of the past."

"Priest Su, please accept my condolences."

Wang Qi clasped his fists, and then couldn't help but sigh.

Although Zhang Tai was just a priest who had just been promoted to the third level, he was at least respected as a high priest.

Where did this evil cultivator come from who was so rampant that he even dared to kill the high priest?

If I met this evil cultivator in the wild, wouldn’t I end up like Zhang Tai?

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