After being told by the clan leader Chen Haifeng that the surrounding tribes needed material support, the Yunxiao tribe would fill the gap.

These people even took the initiative to participate, helping to pack the supplies and load them into wheelbarrows, and kindly handed them over to the receiving personnel of the Fire Fist tribe.

"It's strange, why are these people happier than us?"

Huang Xiangyu murmured in his heart, but soon put the matter behind him.

There are really too many supplies shipped out.

At first it was just food, but later there were loads of daily necessities, one after another.

In less than half an hour, there were 152 people in the Fire Fist tribe, and they had an extra wheelbarrow filled with supplies.

"Either we say that a horse will not be fat without night grass, and a man will not be rich without windfall."

"If the previous Fire Fist tribe had to slowly accumulate these supplies, it would take three to five years to save them."

Sumo couldn't help but click his tongue.

I actually met a lot of refugees along the way, but only a dozen or so who really had nowhere to go chose to join.

When most of the others saw how poor the Fire Fist tribe was, they turned away and couldn't hold them back.

It's okay now. These supplies are the best golden signs. You can't collect people aggressively along the way.

"etc..."

"Since these are supplies from the Yunxiao Tribe, why not..."

Seeing everyone's excitement, Sumo had some concerns in his mind.

He turned to look at Zhang Tai. The latter's expression had completely relaxed from the initial nervousness. He even showed an inexplicable smile from time to time. He didn't know what happy things he thought of.

"Priest Thomas, let's go."

Sumo smiled, Thomas also smiled, and the two turned around and left with a tacit understanding.

It was so refreshing and straightforward that Zhang Tai was a little surprised.

Do these two people really want to find a place to start over and develop the tribe?

But evil repair...

"Forget it, don't worry about their evil practices. When the time comes, just ask them how they practice."

"If they know each other and are willing to cooperate, they might be able to join the Yunxiao Tribe."

Zhang Tai comforted himself and returned to the room to start preparations.

It's getting late.

He decided to set off at dawn and go to the Yunxiao tribe to ask for help.

As for Sha Ming, he is actually not worried. So what if he dies and earns a fortune?

Cooperation will benefit both parties, while fighting will lead to loss for both parties.

As long as enough blood food can be provided in the future, Sha Ming can suppress no matter how many opinions he has.

...

The moon is at the zenith.

The Harvest Fire Fist tribe set up camp thirty kilometers away from Zhushikeng.

Compared with living under the shelter of others and living in a narrow cave a few days ago, the brand new tent is undoubtedly much more comfortable.

On the way, the large-scale tent group also attracted three passers-by to join us, which was an unexpected surprise.

Curl smoke rises in the night.

It had been a long time since they had had a full meal. This time everyone ate with open stomachs and directly consumed the supplies on the two wheelbarrows.

After filling his stomach, Somo returned to the tent with gritted teeth, only to find Thomas already waiting inside.

"Hey, high priest, why didn't you go to dinner?"

"Over there with Zhang Tai..."

"Hey, why are you so anxious? It's not too late to rest for a while and then go there. He will definitely not escape overnight."

Sumo smiled helplessly.

Zhang Tai is not a fool. If the two of them go back and find that they are not there, it will be a disaster.

Furthermore, before leaving, he specifically asked to inform him that Sha Ming would be coming at any time. This was equivalent to a psychological hint, which made Zhang Tai never guess that the two of them would fight back.

At least tonight, he can't leave.

"Why is the patriarch so skilled? Thomas feels like you...have done it many times?"

"Forehead."

Somo shook his head quickly, "The leader of this clan is just lucky. High Priest, you have to believe me."

"I believe you do this kind of thing often?"

Thomas suddenly showed a smile and waved his hands nonchalantly.

"It seems that the legend is true. Everyone who survives after the oracle will have great luck. The patriarch must have experienced many magical things before, right?"

"Well, it's not very magical anymore."

At least compared to the world of faith, the encounters in the wasteland world are far from magical.

"Can you tell Thomas that since time traveling, I have never been out of Crack 37 in my life?"

"OK."

Somo thought for a while, then simply changed his experience in the first Poseidon world and told it to Thomas.

The two worlds are quite related to a certain extent and share the same belief system.

"Like a dream, but extremely real. I have seen many tangible gods..."

"God of the sea, god of the forest, god of light..."

To the world of faith, the stories Somo tells are like fairy tales.

However, what is surprising is that Thomas listened very seriously and nodded to express his thoughts from time to time.

In the end, Thomas didn't forget to ask.

"Has the patriarch seen the giant stone god we worship with his own eyes?"

"certainly."

Somo nodded confidently. He really wanted to tell Thomas that the Stone God is the leader of the clan in front of you.

But when the words came to his lips, they took a different turn.

"Priest Thomas, you will see me one day, I promise!"

"Yeah?"

Thomas looked thoughtful, and after holding it in for a long time, he suddenly said in shock, "Chief, I seem to be hungry."

"It's okay if you're hungry. Let's go eat quickly. We have to go out for a run in the evening. Life is not easy."

After Thomas left, Somo closed his eyes and entered the Spirit Island.

In the past, it was the poor environment on the island that made people toss and turn and find it difficult to sleep, but now it has become the real environment.

Finding a protruding rock, Somo began to close his eyes and meditate.

Until two o'clock at night.

"Chief, it's time for us to set off."

"good."

In the sleepy Fire Fist camp, only four guards were still standing guard and patrolling.

The two of them walked briskly and headed straight for the Zhushikeng tribe after leaving the camp. They arrived at their destination in just over an hour.

"I promised not to kill him, high priest, and Zhang Tai will be left to you."

"Don't worry, on the day the patriarch was injured, Thomas promised in front of the old patriarch's grave that he would peel off Zhang Tai's cramps and make him worse than death."

"Hey, there's something more like this."

Sumo grinned, and the two separated at the entrance and exit of the Bamboo Rock Pit.

It only takes half an hour.

Fierce flame flowers exploded in the bamboo and stone pit, spreading outward from the material warehouse and ruthlessly engulfing the surrounding wooden shacks.

"No, there's a fire. The material warehouse is on fire. Someone come quickly!"

"Where's the water? Hurry up and get some water. Why is the fire so big?"

"Damn it, why are there five fire points? It's burning here too. Hurry up and bring the water tank over."

"What, our water tanks have been broken, so we can only pump water from the well?"
To be continued...