A Night of Killing Amid Howling Wind and Snow

Zhao walked out with a cold expression, only to feel someone reach out and grab his thin sleeve.

"Brother Zhao, why are you leaving? Don't you want to advance anymore?"

The slight Zhucheng Clan man looked at him anxiously.

What was this kid's name again? Seemed like Huo?

Zhao thought as he walked, but his steps did not pause in the slightest.

Seeing that Zhao had no intention of stopping, Huo grew even more anxious.

"Brother Zhao, didn't you see that battle armor? This chance is huge. As long as we successfully capture one of them, we'll get a full ten points. Even counting the debt, becoming an official citizen only takes two thousand points. At our current rate of accumulation, that would save us several whole years!"

"Idiot."

Zhao spoke coldly, undisguised mockery in his eyes.

"You actually believe that bastard's nonsense? The closest ones to us are the tribes of several former elders. Do you know what kind of strength those people gained through the Cult's help?"

"Yes, the battle armor can ensure you can travel long distances without being affected by the environment, but have you even looked at that beast's conditions?"

The pie painted by the Zhucheng Clan citizen governing this area was indeed tempting enough. With the cold-wind season approaching, the Zhucheng Clan captives who had suffered from their labor had long envied the treatment enjoyed by those above them.

But Zhao was no longer the hotheaded youth who had come here hoping to restore his clan's former glory.

Used again and again, deceived again and again, he had originally thought that the first batch of Zhucheng Clan people who had voluntarily defected and become lackeys were deliberately cheating them. As long as they pooled their strength to send more people up for advancement, sooner