If you say no, then don't fight.

Tu Dong got a complete set of winter clothes, covering him from head to toe.

The two people from the Water Tribe held the heavy animal skin coat, which felt unusually soft in their hands.

They were not mistaken before, the animal skins of the Wood Tribe really had the scent of the giant tree.

"Put it on, it's cold outside."

Shen Nong signaled Hu Xiao to take the two of them downstairs to change into animal skin clothes.

Lu Shuang and Niu Si followed Hu Xiao into a small room. The room was not as warm as before, but warmer than outside.

As the space became smaller, the two people from the Water Tribe always felt that the odor on their bodies became more obvious.

Contrasts with the pleasant smell of the animal hides of the Wood Tribe.

The two of them, who originally didn't care about the smell on their bodies, were now a little at a loss.

They looked at Hu Xiao carefully, and felt relieved when they saw that he looked normal.

After Hu Xiao showed them how to put them on, he left the hut.

After Hu Xiao left, the two began to dress themselves according to their memory, and after some trouble they were finally dressed properly.

They looked at the dirty and smelly animal skins on the ground, picked them up, rolled them into a ball, and stuffed them into their arms.

After returning, the animal skins on their bodies were given to cover the elderly, and they continued to wear the skins they had taken off.

The two people from the Water Tribe wore warm animal skins and said goodbye to the Wood Tribe.

Shen Nong looked at their receding backs and fell into deep thought.

From the conversation in the Water Tribe, it is not difficult to find that these two people in the Water Tribe are affectionate and loyal.

But friendship cannot be eaten, and the current Mu tribe is not ready to take in a tribe.

It would be nice if they came in the spring.

[Host, are you really not going to take anyone else from the Water Tribe? More people in the tribe will help complete the mission.]

"I don't want it. Why did I waste so much time and effort on buying two sets of winter clothes?"

The system asked: "Didn't you say you only wanted the child?"

Shen Nong was also helpless, "The amount of supplies in the tribe is only enough for so many people now."

"When those kids come here, they have nowhere to live. We have to cram them into Baoqiu and his mud houses."

"If they come here as a whole tribe, they will still have nothing to eat or drink."

He sighed and said, "Why not just see if they can survive this winter."

After the people from the Water Tribe left, Shen Nong asked, "You have had encounters with the Water Tribe before, how is their tribe?"

Hu Xiao thought about it and said, "The people of the Water Tribe are actually pretty good."

"Priest, remember what I said before, we would go fishing when we didn't have meat to eat."

Shen Nong responded: "Well, the Water Tribe will not expel you, but the Ze Tribe will expel you."

Tu Feng continued, "It's not just that. When their old priest was still around, if someone in our tribe was seriously injured, they would ask their priest for treatment."

As soon as he finished speaking, he couldn't help but sigh, "But not long after they were driven away by the Ze tribe, the old priest went to see the Beast God."

"Yes." Hu Xiao patted his chest, "I was scratched by prey before, and I went to ask their old priest for help."

"Priest, I'll take off my clothes for you to see."

Hu Xiao was about to take action, but Shen Nong waved his hands repeatedly, "No, no, no, I don't want to watch. It's so cold, aren't you afraid of getting cold?"

"I'm not afraid!"

Hu Xiao still wanted to fight for it. Every scar on the orc warrior's body was a glory.

He wanted to show his glory to the priest! What was the cold? It was not like he had never been cold before.

Ze walked to Hu Xiao's side without knowing when, raised his hand and held Hu Xiao's hand, making him unable to move at all.

Hu Xiao twitched twice but failed to move, so he gave up, but he kept shouting: "Priest! My scar is really beautiful! Tu Feng and the others like to look at it, why don't you look at it?"

Shen Nong rubbed his brows and shook his head helplessly, and found an excuse to get rid of Hu Xiao, "Because I like to see Ze like that, so don't take it off."

Hu Xiao was completely still this time, having given up hope. He muttered, "No wonder the priest always stares at Ze. Ze doesn't even have a single scar on his body. I don't know what's so good about him. Hum..."

Shen Nong's face suddenly turned red. He put his hands over his face and said angrily, "I can hear the tiger roar."

Hu Xiao blinked and grinned like a fool with his big white teeth, "Then priest, am I the one who observes carefully that you always say?"

Shen Nong took a deep breath and said, "Shut up!"

Then I heard Hu Xiao yelling, "Ah! If you use more force, the bones of my hand will be crushed by you."

Ze hurriedly pulled his hand back and lowered his head.

Shen Nong looked at Ze, his eyes falling on the other's red ears.

He silently complained, "Why are you, an orc, shy when someone stares at you?"

No, you are an orc, when did you learn to be shy?

..

Salt Department.

There was a flickering fire in the tribe leader's cave. Wuming was wrapped in animal skins, half lying down, occupying half of the skins on the ground.

"Patriarch and old priest, why did you ask me to come here in such a cold weather? Is there something wrong?"

Mang Lin used a bone knife to cut off a piece of dry and hard animal meat and stuffed it into his mouth. "The old priest heard that the Mu tribe had beaten the cannibals, and he was worried that you would have no place to sleep in the winter and freeze to death."

Wu Ming mocked, "The old priest listens very quickly. Even the heavy snow in winter can't stop the news."

The old priest said calmly, "It was you who agreed to allow the people from the Salt Department to be near the cannibals."

Wuming was already in a bad mood, and he said directly after hearing this: "I only said that I was allowed to report to you whether the cannibals have secretly recruited orc warriors. But I didn't say that other things should be reported as well."

"I didn't call you here to tell you this." The old priest knew he was in the wrong and didn't want to say anything more. "In the spring, I want the cannibals and the Salt Tribe to join forces to attack the Wood Tribe."

Wuming sneered, and then laughed louder and louder, "Hahaha, old priest, do you still think the Mu tribe is the same Mu tribe as before?"

The priest of the Salt Tribe didn’t understand, but Wuming did. The priest of the Wood Tribe was the child of the high priest of the Beast City.

Not to mention the cannibals and the Salt Tribe joining forces, even if all the tribes here joined forces, they would not be his match.

Moreover, even if we really win.

The people in Beast City knew that the high priest's child died in their hands, and they couldn't escape anyway.

Wuming didn't even have to think about it and refused directly, "You also know that the cannibals were defeated by the Wood Tribe. We are no match for them at all. You should find another tribe."

Before the old priest could say anything, Mang Lin said anxiously, "You are no match for them if you fight them alone, but if you join the Yan tribe, can you still defeat their small Mu tribe?"

Wuming shook his head, "No fight."

The old priest and Mang Lin looked at each other. They thought the cannibal would agree immediately, but they didn't expect him to be so firm and refuse to fight no matter what.

In silence, Wuming thought that the Mu tribe smashed him as a cannibal in order to save the people of the Yan tribe.

He was really curious, so he asked, "What happened to the Salt Tribe and the Wood Tribe? Why would they attack my tribe just to save the meat people from your tribe?"

Mang Lin and the old priest were also surprised when they heard that the Mu tribe was attacking the cannibals for Lang Yu and his men.

They were sure that Langyu and his men were loyal to the Salt Department before they were sent away to be meat men.

The Ministry of Salt was considered in everything, and the Ministry of Salt was the priority everywhere.

In the past, he had repeatedly caused trouble for the Mu tribe for the benefit of the Salt Department.

The two thought about it and realized that the problem lies with the level of the orcs Langyu and his group.

The levels of Langyu and his men are not low. In other small tribes, level three orcs are considered the strongest fighting force.

However, no tribe has ever dared to snatch people from the mouths of cannibals.

This Mu tribe is really hard to understand.

The old priest told Wuming about his and Manglin’s conjecture.

Wuming thought it made sense, and after knowing the answer, he was afraid that the old priest would bring up the idea of ​​attacking the Mu tribe together again, so he sat up and prepared to leave.

The old priest held Wuming back and said, "Don't leave yet. Let me show you something before you leave."

Wuming had no choice but to collapse back to his original state.

The old priest picked up a round object from somewhere, with white steam coming out of it.

He handed the pottery jar filled with hot water to Wuming and said, "Try drinking it."

Wuming had never seen this object before. He quickly sat up, took the pottery jar, weighed it, and had an idea in his mind.

This is a good thing.

He tilted his head back and took a sip of hot water, his eyes sparkling.

"What is this?"

"Clay jar." The old priest knew from Wuming's expression that there was no need for him to say more. Wuming already understood what was going on. He added, "It was sent by the Mu tribe."

Mang Lin took the pottery jar from Wuming, cut the meat at hand into pieces, and threw it directly into the jar.

"A few days ago, the water in the pottery jar froze, so the priest used fire to heat it. He accidentally discovered that the pottery jar could heat up easily, and the water inside also heated up."

"In winter, hot water warms your stomach. After drinking hot water, you won't be able to drink cold water anymore."

Mang Lin picked up the pottery jar and shook it. "Put the meat in hot water and it will become soft. You won't have to worry about damaging your teeth when you eat it."

Wu Ming watched the python forest sway, then cut the meat and put it into the pottery jar.

He glanced at the fire not far away and said uncertainly: "If you put the pot directly on the fire, the water will be hotter, and the meat will soften faster, right?"

Mang Lin paused, looked at Wuming and then at the old priest.

The old priest thought for a moment and then said, "Put it up."

Wuming sniffed, "So, you want to attack the Mu tribe in order to get this pottery jar?"

Mang Lin made the fire a little smoother and put the pottery pots in place. "We have the recipe. We have made several that can be used."

Wu Ming was puzzled and asked: "Then why did you want to destroy the Mu tribe?"

The old priest's face was reflected in the firelight. "Because they know how to make it, the method of making clay pots. It's good that only the Salt Department knows it."

Originally, he didn't want to do anything else, but the Salt Department was now suffering heavy losses.

He must consider the Salt Department more and ensure the production of the pottery jars. Only the Salt Department knows how to make them. "Only the dead can keep the secret completely."

Wuming looked at the priests and clan leaders of the Salt Tribe in the light of the fire.

He thought, if he had not promised them that the cannibals would not have any orc warriors.

Perhaps the Salt Department will also destroy the cannibals at all costs.

Back then, their cannibal priests would form blood pacts with the orc warriors.

These orcs are not affected by the suppression of their bloodline.

While the cannibal priests released their blood to suppress the orcs from transforming, these orcs who had formed a blood pact could still transform.

The cannibal priests who have blood pact orc warriors are extremely difficult to defeat.

However, the orcs who form a blood pact with the cannibal priests have one more condition than other blood pacts: they cannot be orcs who have drunk the blood of the cannibal priests.

Otherwise, Wuming would really be reluctant to eat those two level six orc warriors.

but..

Wuming's thoughts were in a tizzy. The Yan tribe was trying to win him over to attack the Mu tribe.

Then why didn't he join forces with the Mu Tribe to fight the Yan Tribe?

The most powerful hunting team of the Salt Department is gone, and its combat effectiveness has been greatly weakened.

He couldn't handle the weird things from the Mu tribe, so if he confronted the Yan tribe, he would definitely not get any benefits.

With the cannibals stabbing him in the back, how can the Salt Department be okay?

The more Wuming thought about it, the more excited he became. He could hardly contain his excitement. He wanted to laugh but couldn't, and his face was cramping from trying so hard to hold it back.

The old priest saw Wuming's mouth twitching and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Wuming pinched himself hard, letting the pain suppress his excitement, "Nothing, I just want to go back quickly and stay in the cave with my tribesmen to endure the cold."

The old priest choked and continued to ask: "So, after you looked at the pottery jar, what about attacking the Wood Tribe?"

Wu Ming replied: "Oh, no."

"you!!"

The old priest couldn't understand why Wuming, who was not afraid of the crazy beast god, was frightened by the Mu tribe!

No matter what he said, it wouldn't work!

I'm so mad at him! What a coward and useless thing!

The old priest could never have imagined that this cowardly waste, whom he regarded as a mouse, was actually planning to join forces with others to kill them with evil intentions.