My Post-Apocalyptic Shelter Levels Up Infinitely!

The wind was blowing.

The heavy clouds seemed to be unaffected and still hung high in the sky.

At this time, Su Mo finally understood why the major tribes had to build in deep pits one after another.

In the context of nuclear winter, low temperature is indeed an invisible killer.

Now as the deep winter enters the final sprint stage, the temperature in the wild has dropped to minus 40 degrees and is still dropping, and it is about to break through the red value of 50.

Even the Fire Fist Tribe with a heating tower has had difficulty maintaining the temperature above zero in recent days.

When the wind is strongest during the day, it will drop to around minus 15 degrees.

It is foreseeable that those tribes that are not built in deep pits and do not have heating towers will encounter what kind of troubles at the moment.

"Chief, why don't you go back and rest?"

Found Su Mo wearing a heavy cotton coat, standing at the exit of the Fire Fist Tribe and stopping.

Huang Xiangyu smiled, and a hint of mischief appeared on his red face.

This is the first time he has seen the chief look embarrassed in such a long time.

"It's too cold, this damn weather..."

Su Mo ignored Huang Xiangyu, cheered himself up in his heart, and took a step out.

Huh.

A gust of cold wind blew, it was bone-chilling, and the cotton clothes on his body could not bring any warmth at all.

In just a few seconds, Su Mo felt that his blood was freezing.

"In this kind of weather, if there are still people who haven't found a tribe to join, they will probably be forcibly eliminated, right?"

He thought secretly.

The choice of this season in late winter is also very interesting, which is equivalent to a time limit to screen players.

Some people who plan to live in seclusion, and some "dreamers" who want to hug thighs as soon as they come in.

If you still have this idea after coming in, you are probably cold now.

"This year's late winter is indeed colder than previous years, about ten degrees colder!" Huang Xiangyu turned his head and looked at the ice layer on the ground that had almost turned blue, full of expectations.

"Chief, in this situation, the snow bandits shouldn't come, right?"

"Hmm?"

Su Mo remained calm and glanced at the upper right corner of his vision.

There, a shrinking number was displayed, with only the last 17 hours left.

This meant that the first wave of snow bandit attacks was not affected by the ultra-low temperature.

"Don't think too much, the snow bandits will of course come. As the Art of War says, the army is a treacherous way."

Su Mo blinked, "In this weather, if there was no reminder from the Giant Stone God, would you have guessed that a snow bandit attacked?"

Huang Xiangyu thought about it, and then shook his head honestly.

If he were a snow bandit, he would also choose to launch an attack when everyone was off guard.

"Let's go, check on your preparations for the past two days. If I stay any longer, I'm afraid I'll freeze to death."

Su Mo ran away in the cold wind.

He was not kidding. It was okay to continue moving in this low temperature weather, at least blood circulation could be guaranteed.

But if you stay in the wind without moving, ordinary people with weak bodies will get hypothermia in less than half an hour.

After lying down for more than half a month, Su Mo didn't want to lie down again for this time's snow bandit attack.

This is the most likely source of divine ore to gather enough talent rituals.

As long as the previous ideas can work, perhaps within a month, three kilograms of divine ore can be obtained.

However, despite this, Su Mo completed the inspection in less than half an hour.

The quality of the people rewarded by the game is indeed impeccable.

With the experience of the last time, the effect of the maze set up by Huang Xiangyu and his men has increased several times.

Now, as long as he doesn't check the indicator marks in the dark, even Su Mo himself will feel a little dizzy when he goes in.

For those snow bandits who are not familiar with the terrain...

Three hours.

This is Su Mo's preliminary estimate.

As long as the other party does not rely on manpower to force the way, as long as there are less than 20 people, they will be trapped for at least three hours before they can get out of this maze with a radius of only more than two kilometers.

Of course, the enhancement of the maze has also completely isolated the communication between the Fire Fist Tribe and the outside world in the near future.

But who cares?

Now is the coldest time of winter, and all the tribes are hiding in their own deep pits waiting for the temperature to rise.

The only crazy people who would come to the door at this time are the Snow Bandits!

"I didn't expect that I hit the jackpot. The time I chose to activate the road of the gods happened to be stuck in the period of great temperature drop."

Su Mo thought with some relief.

This is the only good news among many bad news.

Even a fourth-level priest like Thomas will reduce his combat effectiveness by about 30% under the influence of low temperature.

If the Snow Bandits sent a second-level or third-level priest, the combat effectiveness would be half before they even get close.

And the following facts proved that Su Mo's guess was indeed correct.

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"Rest for half a day, and wait until night to rush into the Fire Fist Tribe and complete the mission."

Duan Tianrong waved his hand, and a neat response came from behind him.

In just over ten minutes, the secret killing team built a simple temporary camp in a sheltered place.

Wow.

The bonfire was lit, and everyone was relieved.

Then, some boiled water, some heated up rice, and except for Duan Tianrong who was watching the whole process, the other eleven people were very busy.

Even the two first-level priests accompanying the team were sweating profusely at this time.

"High priest, the rice is ready, please enjoy."

Not long after.

The first-level priest Hyde carefully opened the tent and handed in the fragrant iron lunch box.

There were dehydrated vegetables, full of green, not like anything that would appear in this season.

There were large pieces of meat patties, greasy, making people's appetites whet.

There was also white rice, with a strong aroma that instantly spread inside the tent.

Even Su Mo, the chief of the tribe, had never enjoyed a meal of this level of food.

However, when it was placed in front of Duan Tianrong, a cold snort suddenly came from the tent.

"Where are the fragments of the divine ore? Didn't you add them when cooking?"

"Stir-fried meat, you didn't even add them when you stir-fried meat, Hyde, do you want to die?"

Just two sentences scared Hyde so much that a layer of fine cold sweat suddenly appeared on his head.

"High priest, calm down. This is the last meal before the attack. It's a big pot meal... so I didn't have time to add the divine ore fragments you need."

No matter how strong or weak the Fire Fist tribe is, it is an unspoken rule that every snow bandit will implement to provide food before the war.

And medium-sized teams like the Secret Assassination Team will add vegetables, meat, white rice, etc. as rewards.

"Get out, take it and go, and make it again for me."

Duan Tianrong sneered and threw the lunch box directly out, and the meat and vegetable rice was spilled all over the floor.

Wow.

In an instant, all ten people around looked over.

Hyde felt that his face was gloomy, and he glared at the ordinary people in the team, and then looked at Rudolf, another first-level priest in the team with helpless eyes.

Although they are all priests, the gap in status between them and Duan Tianrong is no different from that between priests and mortals.

"Remake it, quickly."

Rudolf's scalp numbed, and he ordered people to pick up the food on the ground.

Then he quickly unbuttoned the pocket on his waist and took out a small balance scale.

When he took the small scale and came to the shelter, Hyde had already taken a bag embroidered with white patterns.

The two cooperated to shake out 20g of white powder from the bag.

"This is for frying meat!"

Someone took it away, and they repeated the action and took out another 30g.

"This is for cooking rice!"

A total of 50 grams of white powder was added to the two links, which actually did not bring any flavor enhancement to the food.

Instead, it made the greasy meat look even more greasy, and the white rice became extremely dry and hard.

But Duan Tianrong in the tent didn't care about it at all. Just as Hyde left, the sound of eating rice was heard from inside.

The two looked at each other and shook their heads slightly.

Until he reached the corner, Hyde showed a depressed expression and said, "When I was still an ordinary person, I never saw the high priest so irritable. He has been so unlucky recently!"

"Be content, the high priest didn't embarrass you just now, which is good enough."

Rudolph ate his meal without raising his head.

"The mission will be carried out tonight. Everyone in the team doesn't know that the high priest will use the fragments of the sacred ore to ensure the combat effectiveness. You are so brave to use such a poor excuse as the big pot meal. If it weren't for you being a newly promoted priest, the high priest would have taught you a lesson just now!"

"Guarantee the combat effectiveness?"

Hyde bit a piece of fat meat viciously.

"A micro-tribe with only a hundred people, a second-level priest who was just promoted by luck... Although the high priest is only the third level, he has a set of attack magic. Even if he faces the fourth-level priest of the tribe, he has never been afraid. Does he still need to use the sacred ore to ensure the combat effectiveness?"

The killing order is a bounty order.

The order offered a bounty to Thomas, the second-level priest of the Fire Fist Tribe, and attached extremely detailed information.

This included detailed divine arts and past battle records.

In Hyde's eyes, if the priest of the Fire Fist Tribe had not been promoted to the second level, it would be enough for him and Rudolf to go on this trip.

Or even if the other party was at the second level, as long as he could use a trick to lure the tiger away from the mountain, the priest Thomas would leave the tribe.

The two first-level priests joined forces and still had a high probability of winning directly.

"Shut up, when will it be your turn as a new priest to question the choice of the high priest?"

Rudolf looked at Hyde helplessly, "Lions fight rabbits with all their strength. For us snow bandits, this is the experience summed up by countless people between life and death. You can be careless this time, but what about the next time, the next time, you have developed a habit of slacking off, and there will always be a time when you will encounter a tough guy."

"By then, will it be too late for you to regret it?"

This is the intuitive difference in combat experience between the new and old priests.

Hyde was only a new priest who had been promoted in the secret assassination team for only half a year, and he had not yet fought head-on with other priests.

The transformation from an ordinary person to a priest, the transformation of his identity, made him unaware of the cruelty of the priest world.

The fight between priests is far more dangerous than the fight between ordinary people.

Especially in a life-and-death battle, level is never the key to winning the battle, and rich combat experience and combat preparation can often create miracles.

In the 37th crack, a snow bandit used only a second-level priest to fight head-on against a fourth-level priest of the tribe and won a great victory.

Even though the fourth-level priest was an auxiliary priest, it is not difficult to explain that the level is not absolute.

Once careless, Thomas, the priest of the Fire Fist Tribe, may also take down Duan Tianrong.

Of course, this probability is very small, almost close to zero.

The gap between the priests of the tribe and the priests of the snow bandits is still too big.

According to the information, Thomas, the priest of the Fire Fist Tribe, only mastered an ordinary second-level attack magic, the Fire Fist.

And what about the four attack spells that Duan Tianrong mastered?

The weakest ones were at level two, and the strongest ones even reached level four.

Not to mention that he also had three defense spells, one of which was just enough to deal with the fire attack spell.

"Okay, okay, you're right."

After being taught a lesson, Hyde smiled and seemed to not care at all.

Seeing this, Rudolph could only shake his head speechlessly.

But he had made up his mind that in the future, the secret assassination team would not form a team with this idiot for any mission they received.

It's okay if he was stupid, but if he always maintained this mentality, he would eventually harm the people around him.

After dinner, it was time to rest.

Unlike in the past, this time the secret assassination team arranged sentries to take turns on alert.

Now they were only about ten kilometers away from the Fire Fist Tribe. Although they were not worried that the other party would send people out for patrol in this weather, there was still a slight probability of exposure.

At six o'clock in the evening, Duan Tianrong came out of the tent.

He did not rush to set off, but called everyone to his side and reiterated the combat discipline again.

The content was roughly the same as what Rudolf said, the core is still not to relax vigilance, to pay attention to every opponent.

But then again, discipline is discipline, if everyone can abide by it, there will be no snow bandits.

It can be seen from the fact that the group went to the Fire Fist Tribe in the dark without packing up the temporary camp.

Even Duan Tianrong still had a trace of contempt in his heart.

A small tribe with only a second-level priest, rushing in directly and killing the target.

When he comes back, maybe the bonfire is not extinguished.

...

"Is this the snow bandit?"

"I think he is not as good as Shadu, at least he broke a crooked tree for us."

Coming out of the tribe wrapped in a heavy cotton coat, Su Mo sniffed his nose and stared at the snow bandits shivering on the ground and couldn't help curling his lips.

Perhaps it was the long-term sneak attacks that gave the snow bandit priests a strange illusion.

In the battle with the tribal priests, they had an infinite advantage, and their fighting power was not at the same level at all.

However, the snow bandits forgot one thing. Since the tribal priests were so weak, why could they still stand firmly in the open and suppress them in the shadows until today?

Was it just relying on the support of a few tribes with level nine priests?

The answer is no.

Using one's own strengths to attack the opponent's weaknesses is the way with the highest winning rate.

The tribal priests are indeed not as good as the snow bandit priests in frontal battles, and there is no need to refute this.

But the tribal priests also have their own areas of expertise. As long as they can pull the snow bandit priests into their areas, their winning rate will also explode.

For example... positional warfare!

Thomas once again used an inglorious sneak attack, leaving the attacking snow bandit priest helpless and resentful.

And with the experience of fighting against Shadu, this sneak attack was more calm. The opponent did not even detect the fluctuation of the divine art, and was controlled by the divine art for two seconds, and his body was hit by a fire fist.

Poor thing, all the people were smashed to pieces, far less than the remaining half of Shadu.

"Chief, Chief, we are rich!"

Tang Ma, who usually doesn't smile, rushed up from the other side, his face was full of ecstasy that he couldn't suppress.

In his hands, he held two things.

A small white bag, and... a piece of glowing parchment that Su Mo was very familiar with.

"Fuck, did the snow bandit explode his magic?"

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