Same abilities as priests

At this time, the sun was setting and the bamboo raft was floating on the water after entering the water.

Shen Nong had experience in rowing, so he inserted a bamboo pole into the water. The long pole slowly drove the bamboo raft, allowing it to drift slowly along the current.

"Did you see it clearly?"

Shen Nong rowed not far as the river was very wide. He stood still on the water and shouted to Hu Xiao and the others who were still on the shore.

"Don't just stand there like an idiot. Get on the raft, just like I did just now."

There are three more bamboo rafts, and the remaining nine people can form groups of three.

He chose the one closer to him and pushed it into the water. Niu Shan and Niu Mu followed him onto the chosen bamboo raft.

Hu Xiao tried the raft, but found it too shaky, so he refused to be the first to try. Tu Feng had no choice but to be the first to go up carefully. After another orc from the hunting team got on, Hu Xiao stepped on the raft cautiously.

Mao Yun happened to be taking two people onto the third bamboo raft.

Ze has a very good balance. After getting on the bamboo raft, except for a little shaking at the beginning, it has been stable since then.

He encountered some difficulties when paddling with the pole, and after a long time, he just kept going in circles.

This caused Shen Nong, who was leaning on a pole not far away, to laugh non-stop. After he had laughed enough, he told Ze not to be anxious and to slowly get a feel for the direction he wanted to go.

He nodded and began to paddle with his pole attentively.

He had strong comprehension and practical abilities, and soon the bamboo raft began to drift normally on the water.

When Ze paddled the bamboo raft to Shen Nong's side, Tu Feng and Mao Yun had just finished their collision for the umpteenth time.

Tufeng even fell into the water twice because the bamboo raft was shaking and he couldn't stand steadily.

Hu Xiao held on to the bamboo raft so tightly that he almost crushed the bamboo.

After Ze learned how to row, he taught Niu Mu, who learned very quickly, although he kept going in circles at the beginning.

After Niu Mu learned how to do it, he stopped caring about it and went to Shen Nong's bamboo raft to fish with him.

Shen Nong's fishing net had already been cast, and when he saw Ze stepping onto his bamboo raft, he also wanted to slack off.

"I'm tired, you row."

Ze nodded, then unbuttoned his shirt and spread it on the bamboo raft, "Priest, sit down. The sky is beautiful."

When Shen Nong first saw Ze taking off his clothes, he was a little unresponsive. But after hearing what Ze said, he couldn't help but laugh.

He looked at Ze's perfect figure that looked like a classical sculpture, and couldn't help but say, "It's better to appreciate a beauty than to appreciate mountains and water."

Ze didn't quite understand. He leaned on the long pole, tilted his head slightly, and asked with a smile, "What do you mean?"

The sun was setting, and the sky was full of sunset glow. The warm orange-red glow covered Ze's body and the smile on his lips, softening his originally aggressive handsome face and making it look a little more gentle.

It was this rare tenderness that made Shen Nong's head hot, "It means... I think you are pretty..."

Ze was slightly startled, then his ears turned slightly red, and his exposed upper body seemed to also turn slightly red.

The hand supporting the long pole slowly tightened, and he looked at Shen Nong intently and seriously, "Priest, you are the most beautiful."

Shen Nong had never been told "good-looking" so seriously by anyone before, not to mention that at this moment, only his figure was reflected in Ze's eyes.

Shen Nong turned his head away a little embarrassedly, and said in a slightly confused tone, "Hurry up and row."

When it was getting dark, Ze rowed the bamboo raft to the shore and pulled up the fishing net.

The bottom of the fishing net was filled with fish and was very heavy. Even Zedu had to use a lot of strength to lift the fishing net filled with so many fish.

The number of fish caught by the fishing net amazed the hunting team who had been fishing. They thought that once they became fully proficient in using the bamboo raft, they could use the fishing net to catch fish.

At that time, their tribe must have had more fish and meat than they could eat up.

Tufeng and his friends divided the fish and put them in the backpacks they brought.

During the time Hu Xiao was swaying on the bamboo raft, he could not stand steadily. When he got off the raft, he felt dizzy and his legs were weak.

When Tu Feng handed him the large backpack with the fish, Hu Xiao couldn't help but hold his stomach, bent over, and retched a few times. Because the food in his stomach had been almost digested, he didn't vomit anything in the end.

Shen Nong looked at his symptoms and thought that he might be seasick.

His wood-based ability could not cure motion sickness, so Hu Xiao could only endure the discomfort and follow the team back to the tribe, carrying a large backpack.

After returning to the tribe and having dinner, Shen Nong found Mao Yun and asked him to go to the mountain tribe.

Shen Nong did not plan to act rashly to incite other tribes to revolt. Instead, he asked the chief of the Mountain Tribe to test which tribes were particularly dissatisfied with the cannibals or the Salt Tribe.

He was told the tribal list, and he kidnapped people one by one according to the list.

Mao Yun's agile figure sank into the darkness and soon disappeared.

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The next day, Shen Nong was awakened by his biological clock.

Ze didn't have any trouble last night, but he had a good sleep.

But Ze is now a time bomb. Shen Nong was wondering whether he should be cruel enough to lock this guy out.

But when he saw Ze doing his best to boil water for him to wash on time day after day, and thought of how he always put him first in everything, Shen Nong felt a little reluctant.

Shen Nong could also feel that every time he wanted Ze not to sleep in his cave, Ze always looked like an abandoned little animal.

Shen Nong, who was always thought to be heartless, couldn't stand his expression the most.

Shen Nong thought that the reason why she chose to stick to him like this might be related to her own experience.

His mother died tragically in front of him, and later he was locked up in a dark cave by the people of the Ze tribe, suffering inhuman torture every day.

He was the first person I saw after escaping, and I might have developed some feelings similar to "baby complex".

Thinking of this, Shen Nong stared at Ze who was boiling water for him in front of him and couldn't help but frown. So does this kid really treat him as his father?

It doesn't seem to be...

Shen Nong thought of the kiss in the Yu tribe, and his cheeks felt a little hot. He just thought of the beginning but suppressed it firmly and didn't dare to think about it any further.

I cursed silently, "You rebellious son."

After Shen Nong finished washing up, an idea came to his mind.

Spring is a special period for orcs. When the system gave him popular science education before, it added at the end that orcs like to hide in caves and groves, and especially like the wild.

But it seemed that no matter what time it was, he never saw anything he shouldn't have seen in the tribe.

Shen Nong shook his head to get rid of his messy thoughts.

…

Wushan tribe.

Bao Qiu concealed his presence and sneaked into the Wushan tribe.

The priest asked Lu Chun to let the caravan trade black stones with the Wushan tribe. He stayed in the Wushan tribe for a day but did not see the Wushan chief come out.

Not only the chief, but no one from the entire tribe came out.

Logically speaking, the tribe goes out hunting every day, so there shouldn't be no movement at all all day.

The priests of the Wushan tribe were very opposed to the idea of ​​trading with black stones. Last time they drove him out, they even told him not to get close to their tribe again. Bao Qiu had already classified the Wushan tribe as the one that would not trade, but their tribe leader took advantage of the priest's inattention and earnestly asked him to reconsider.

Bao Qiu accepted the black stone only after seeing the expectant and pleading look in the tribe leader's eyes. He then asked Lu Chun to take it back to the tribe for the priest to examine.

Now the priest said that he must trade with the Wushan tribe, but he couldn't even see a single person.

Bao Qiu hid himself in the surrounding trees and jungle and found that the Wushan tribe was very quiet and empty, as if no one lived there.

Bao Qiu walked a little further into the Wushan tribe. When he was almost at the edge of the tribe, he found someone kneeling in front of him.

He looked at the bushes not far away and dodged them.

The view here was wider, and Bao Qiu saw the orcs of the Wushan tribe kneeling around a huge rock.

Is this... an altar?

Bao Qiu calmed down and didn't say anything. After looking carefully for a while, he found that there were several young orcs who had not yet awakened on the altar.

They were tied to wooden stakes, their hands and feet were bound with tough vines. Tears were streaming down their skinny, sunken faces, but they gritted their teeth and didn't cry out.

The priest who had driven him away was leaning on a long stick. Bao Qiu knew that this was the symbol of the priests. When he was in the Salt Department, the priests of the Salt Department also leaned on the same one all day long.

However, the top of the long stick of the Salt Tribe priest is inlaid with a glowing gem, while the top of the Wushan tribe priest is inlaid with black stone.

But if you think about it carefully, the priests of their Wood Tribe don't seem to carry such long sticks...

Bao Qiu blinked and let his thoughts return.

While he was distracted, he saw one more person on the altar.

The chieftain of the Wushan tribe, Quanfeng.

At this time, the priest of the Wushan tribe seemed to have said something. His voice was a little far away, and Bao Qiu could not hear it clearly. He tried his best to ignore the interference of the surrounding fragmented sounds, and roughly heard what the other party said.

“Quanfeng, you wanted to take the black stone out to trade with outsiders, and angered the Beast God.” The priest of the Wushan tribe looked calmly at the tall but withered man. He sneered and continued, “The Beast God asked me to punish you in my dream.”

Inu Feng's eyes fell on the child who was tied up. His voice was hoarse, and he didn't know how long he hadn't spoken or had water in his mouth. "To punish me, why did you tie them up?"

The priest of the Wushan tribe said coldly: "You are the patriarch of the tribe. The beast god will not really do anything to you, so your tribesmen will bear the consequences on your behalf."

Quan Feng stared at him fiercely, and every word he spoke was like a sharp knife, "Is it the Beast God who wants to punish me, or is it you, the priest, who wants to punish me!"

The other party smiled slightly and said indifferently: "It's all."

Ah.

Inukaze sneered, his eyes fixed on the so-called priest, and endless regret welled up in his heart.

He would never regret anything more in his life than letting this man be the tribal priest.

Looking at the cruel smile on the other side's face, the trembling children and the tribesmen who dared not make a sound, Quan Feng suddenly felt very tired. Ever since he found out that their priest was abnormal, he had been against the other side.

Now, he wants to forget it.

"Let the children go, and if you want to burn someone, burn me."

Inufeng's voice was soft but firm.

After hearing this, the members of the Wushan tribe all raised their heads, their eyes filled with regret, but their fear of the priest made them dare not say anything in the end.

In this world, the Beast God comes first and the priest comes second.

The priest is an existence that is above everything except the beast god.

Quanfeng wanted to kill this man who brought countless pains to the Wushan tribe countless times, but he didn't dare.

I dare not imagine what kind of punishment I will face after killing the priest, nor do I dare to endure the despair and powerlessness of the tribe being on the verge of extinction without a priest.

Killing a priest is tantamount to killing a god.

Mu Qi had long seen through Quan Feng's thoughts and that was why he could do whatever he wanted in this small tribe.

He looked at the cowardly members of the Wushan tribe and their timid and fearful chief, and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"I want you to burn them to death with your own hands."

Mu Qi's voice was like a venomous snake, entwining Quan Feng. It could pierce Quan Feng's skin with its fangs full of poison at any time, making it impossible for him to breathe, but he dared not act rashly.

Quan Feng stood frozen in place. How could he possibly burn his own people to death with his own hands!

The four children were running behind him a few days ago, saying that they hoped to grow up quickly, go hunting with him, and hunt more prey for the tribe members so that everyone could have enough food...

He even squatted down, touched their little heads, and told them to grow up well and that he would take them hunting in the future.

But now...

Now their priests wanted him to burn these children to death with his own hands.

The fire at the edge of the altar was burning fiercely. Inukaze looked at the swaying flames and said reluctantly, "I can't do it."

Mu Qi looked at the painful and tangled Quan Feng, sneered, and said cruelly: "If you don't burn them, they will all die."

After he finished speaking, a dead vine suddenly wrapped around the neck of the Wushan tribe member who was kneeling on the ground. As Mu Qi raised his hand, the dead vine became tighter and tighter. The Wushan tribe member held on to the dead vine around his neck tightly with both hands. His face flushed, his eyes bulged slightly, and he let out suppressed coughs and heavy gasps from time to time.

Quanfeng's eyes were bloodshot and he strode forward to stop Muqi, but Muqi's withered vines were much faster than Quanfeng's.

"Swish, swish, swish."

The withered vines entangled Quan Feng's ankles, then his legs, and then his entire body. Quan Feng had no power to fight back, and he couldn't even break free from the withered vines that bound him.

He could only watch helplessly as his tribesmen were entangled by withered vines and could not breathe...

What should he do... What should he do...

Kill four people to save one clan, abandon one clan to save four people...

Inufeng closed his eyes helplessly, his face full of pain.

He knew he had no choice. He couldn't save those four children...

This scene made Bao Qiu, who was not far away, dumbfounded.

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How come this ability to manipulate wooden vines is the same as their priests!