The cruelest cold of the gravel wasteland arrived as scheduled, and the goose feather snow effortlessly turned the wasteland into an endless white expanse.

The comprehension of the Dou Qi of the twelve people in Bigu was more talented than Xia Zuo expected, perhaps because of their early ** and the conditions for honing to extract the Dou Qi, but in a few days, the Dou Qi appeared in the bodies of the twelve people one after another, and they were successfully promoted to intermediate fighters.

Then, under the words and deeds of the twelve Bigu people, more than 30 underage warriors from the Saiyan tribe and more than 50 warriors such as the newly joined rabbi also joined the tide of cultivation and advanced one after another.

Before the cold winter came, there were ninety-eight warriors in the Saiyan tribe, and the number of advanced intermediate warriors was as high as fifty-four, and for a while, there was a scene where the number of intermediate warriors exceeded that of junior warriors.

However, the strength is uneven at the highest level, as long as they can use the fighting spirit, they are considered intermediate fighters, and the intermediate warriors who have only comprehended the fighting spirit are obviously not comparable to intermediate fighters like Gray and Grimo.

Even if the wind and snow cover the sky, the daily training of the Saiyan tribe warriors does not stop for a moment, in the wind and snow, a sturdy body holding a boulder to run against the wind and snow, the tempering of the physical body can stimulate the growth of the body's fighting energy, and the biting cold can hone the unyielding will.

Those who have comprehended the fighting spirit have been honed day and night to improve their strength, and those who have not yet comprehended are even more crazy to temper their bodies, no one wants to fall behind, and for a while, the warriors of the Saiyan tribe have begun to grow rapidly in healthy competition.

After the twelve people of Bigu comprehended the fighting spirit, Xia Zuo had already begun to train alone, and the training intensity of ordinary warriors could no longer have any effect on him.

As for the method of Shazo's training, few people know about the Saiyan tribe, only Bigu has been there once, and the terrifying intensity of the terrifying Tempus warriors turned pale with fear.

The gray sky was covered with goose feathers and heavy snow, and the white land was boundless to the horizon.

A row of uneven black shadows slowly appeared in the wind and snow, and the figure in the front was more than three meters high.

The dark and tall body is like a divine horse, but it has the upper body of a human being, and the steel-like muscles are like coiled dragons, and it only wears simple cloth armor, but it faintly exudes the breath of a strong man.

The resolute face like an axe and a knife revealed a trace of helpless seriousness in the face of the wind and snow, and the thick hair on the back of the head grew straight to the back, dancing messily in the cold wind.

The tall mountain-like body walked at the front of the procession, and behind it there were about thirty strong centaur warriors surrounding the group, shielding the old and weak women and children in the center of the team from the biting cold wind.

A small centaur in the "touch" team, who was only more than a meter tall, staggered to the ground, and although he quickly and resolutely got up, his pale skin and shivering stiff body were obviously about to reach the limit of patience.

Although the tall centaur who walked in front did not look back, the serious frown between his serious brows deepened and deepened.

The sound of the horse's hooves came with the wind, and a sturdy body in the cold wind galloped with the wind, as if riding the wind.

"How's it going, Clar, did you find it?" the tall centaur finally had a hint of joy on his face, and before the centaur in the cold wind could not reach him, the thick voice could not wait to ask anxiously.

The sturdy body was almost completely wrapped in snowflakes, the mouth between the eyebrows was full of white frost, and the mouth was spitting white breath rapidly, apparently after a long gallop, the centaur running in the wind and snow stood still in front of the team, and shook his head with an ugly face.

The joy on the face of the tall centaur dissipated, and he sighed imperceptibly, and then quickly returned to his previous serious face, "Thank you for your hard work, go and rest first!"

"Yes!" Clair replied in a deep voice, stepping into the line behind the tall centaurs, but instead of going inside the group, he inserted the warriors around the perimeter and continued to guard the people around them.

The tall centaur called out to Parker, and another sturdy centaur warrior stepped out from the group, standing respectfully in front of the tall centaur.

"If you look for it again, whether you find it or not, you must come back before dark!" commanded the tall centaur in a deep voice.

"Yes, Chief!" said Parker, whispering, and his hooves flew as he quickly disappeared into the howling blizzard against the cold wind.

"I hope I can find it!" the tall centaur muttered to himself in a voice that only he could hear, as he looked at the departing figure.

"Boss, Boss," Tara shouted anxiously as she rushed all the way to the rare steep hillside of the wasteland.

There are more than 70 degrees of steep slope mountain, Xia Zuo punched one after another a round thousand catties of boulders to the top of the mountain, heard Tara's shout, suddenly kicked out, the thousand catties of boulders flew down the top of the mountain, and the entire small cliff shook slightly.

With the power of a kick, Xia Zuo's figure suddenly appeared in front of Tara in a few flickeres on the hillside.

"What's wrong?" Xia Zuo wiped the sweat from his forehead, his smooth muscles were not afraid of the cold, and his face was slightly serious.

"There are a few centaurs from the tribe, and Big Brother Bigu told me to call you back quickly!" Tara saw that Xia Zuo's face was not good, and hurriedly said the reason.

"Centaurs, what are they doing in the Gravel Wasteland?" Natsuzo looked surprised.

Orcs are also hierarchical, such as the Munk tribe is almost at the bottom, so they live on the edge of the Kampas Plateau, and the strong combat power of the centaur clan makes them a high-level race among the orcs, usually living in the hinterland of the plateau, even if it is not good, it will not appear in a barren place like the gravel wasteland.

"I don't know, but I think the guy here is amazing!" Tara said complimentally, with a tone that meant to fight the man.

However, Xia Zuo, who is familiar with Tara, clearly knows that the people who can make Tara say such things are at least the strongest among the intermediate warriors.

"Let's go, let's go back and have a look!" Xia Zuo immediately became interested, picked up the animal skin next to him and wrapped it around his body, and ran towards the tribe first.

"The leader is back!" shouted the Munk warrior who was in charge of guarding the gatehouse, and as soon as the words fell, Xia Zuo's figure had already rushed into the tribe gate.

Inside the walls, the five tall centaurs were very conspicuous, and Bigu did not invite each other into the kiln, but only took some food and fresh water to entertain them outside the room, and the five tall centaurs with pride on their faces obviously did not enter those low holes.

Seeing the speed at which Xia Zuo rushed in, a trace of surprise flashed in the eyes of a huge centaur three meters tall, but it was only a slight hint of surprise.

"These are the leaders of our tribe, Shazo and Saiya!" Bigu hurriedly stood up to introduce his leader to the five centaurs, his face full of pride.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Leader Xiazuo, I'm Walden and Rohan, the leaders of the Centaur Rohan clan!" the giant centaur leader bowed slightly to introduce himself to Nazzo.

In his opinion, this may be enough to represent his respect, but the arrogant attitude that emerged from his bones immediately made the enthusiastic Munk orcs around him look unkind, Xia Zuo is their glory is their pride, and they must not allow anyone to have the slightest disrespect for Xia Zuo, even if it is a noble and powerful centaur.

Walden's condescending attitude naturally made Xia Zuo very unhappy, with a slight smile on his face, and sat down at the table casually, "I don't know what the powerful Walden leader of the centaur clan is doing in our small tribe?"

Walden's face was slightly embarrassed by Xia Zuo's question, and the centaur warrior behind him said arrogantly, "We need to draw some food, fresh water, and tents from you!"

In the Campas Empire, it is completely legal for the strong to extract supplies from the weak, and even some strong races such as the Rhine, Tygo, etc. have their own subordinate races and tribes, specializing in providing food and daily supplies, and all they need is to hone their strength and be ready to fight at all times.

This may be a normal thing, but now is obviously not the right time, Walden glared at the warrior secretly, perhaps sensing the unkind gaze of the Munk people around him, and his tone softened a little, "My tribe has migrated here, so I want to buy some supplies from the leader of Xia Zuo." ”

Although the other party's tone made Xia Zuo very unhappy, but there was naturally no reason to rush out of the door, Xia Zuo smiled enthusiastically, "It's easy to say, it's easy to say, I don't know how many materials the leader of Walden needs? As long as the price is right, my Saiyan tribe will definitely do its best!"

Looking at Walden, Xia Zuo's face smiled like a blooming flower, and he couldn't see the thoughts under his face at all, "Migration? There will be a centaur tribe migrating to the barren gravel wasteland?

Thinking of this possibility, the smiling Xia Zuo began to quickly think about how to get the most out of these centaurs.

"This" Walden's face was immediately full of embarrassment, maybe they were not bothered by money at all in the past, but now looking at Xia Zuo's smile, they were gagged by the empty money bag!

"We were in a bit of a hurry, so we only brought the necessary things, I don't know if Patriarch Xia Zuo can allocate some supplies for me, and when the winter passes, I will definitely pay back double!" Walden's swarthy face flushed slightly, and he didn't know if it was because he was lying against the pride of the Campas orcs, or because he was speaking to a lowly Munch in such a tone.

And the four warriors behind him had even more humiliated expressions on their faces, if it weren't for the sake of their clansmen, they would definitely not give up the glory of a centaur.

"Winter food is more expensive than gold, and moving our mouths is like asking us to get food that we have worked so hard to get, how can there be such a good thing!" Hearing Walden's words, Tara, who was already very upset by the other party's attitude, muttered in a "whispered" voice that everyone could hear.

"What are you talking about, Munch?" said a centaur warrior behind Walden, his eyes glowing with humiliating anger.

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