"We need to leave this place, take everything we can carry, and then attack Bear Stockade and make them join us. We must reach a warmer region before the extremely cold season arrives. This is the way to evade danger that I saw through Witch Prayer."
Zhang Yang made his words as sincere as possible. He had to force more people to join him and help him accumulate more resources. In the apocalypse that was to come, a larger population itself was a rare resource.
Yet these words, spoken in the name of Witch Prayer, seemed not to have the effect Zhang Yang wanted. From the expressions on the surrounding villagers' faces, he could sense that something was wrong.
At that moment, Xing Shan suddenly laughed.
"Xing Bu, you can become the village chief, but if you want us to go to war when the extremely cold season arrives, even abandoning the village where we've lived for over a thousand years, then I think you might as well kill us all. Or perhaps we should kill you! A fifth-stage Witch Blood and fifth-stage Witch Power are by no means invincible."
"That's right! Anyone can become the village chief, but if you want us to leave the village, you might as well kill us!"
The villagers shouted indignantly. Their hesitation had completely vanished. If the death of the village chief's family had merely made them somewhat angry, then Zhang Yang now truly sensed an immense crisis.
For the sake of their home, they were willing to fight to the death.
But this was awkward!
Zhang Yang could easily kill the village chief's family, but he could not deal with several hundred villagers at once. Or even if he could, and he killed them all, wouldn't that mean his first-pot-of-gold plan had