In the tent, sudden usations left everyone puzzled.


    They turned towards Enzo, only then noticing Dilly huddled in the corner.


    Oddly, where had this extra persone from?


    Tia''s eyes shed with vignce, a faint white glow emanating from her.


    It was the sign of boar power being invoked.


    Enzo waved his hand, gesturing for silence, and casually exined, "She''s Dilly, ims to be from the Exile Organization. She sneaked into the camp during the chaos, attempting to steal loot, but I caught her. Apparently, she also has the ability to turn invisible."


    Discussion erupted among the crowd.


    Neville, however, looked astonished and turned sharply towards Dilly, asking, "Invisibility? You''re the Exile Organization''s Catcloak?"


    Exposed before everyone, Dilly showed little fear. She chuckled lightly, "Well, you do have some knowledge. Surprising that you know my title. But mark my words, for your nder against Lord Logan, I''ll remember!"


    "And..."


    Dilly turned to Enzo, her face defiant, "You''re Enzo, right? Next time we meet, I''ll make sure to knock your teeth out and make you beg for mercy!"


    With that, Dilly''s form became ethereal once more. Enzo reached out to grab her, but this time, he couldn''t catch her, as if the Dilly standing before him were just a phantom projection.


    Dilly''s face twisted into a mocking smile. "Fool, did you really think you could catch me?"


    Then, Dilly''s figure vanishedpletely.


    Enzo''s face showed a hint of intriguing amusement as he muttered quietly, "Interesting. But do you think you''ve really escaped?"


    A green light shed in Enzo''s palm.


    At this moment, Neville''s expression grew more serious. "Lord Enzo, the Exile Organization is powerful. Their influence spans ta in, Caucasus Mountain, with numerous supernatural members."


    Enzo frowned, questioning, "Neville, what are you trying to say?"


    Neville spoke with gravity, "Lord Enzo, I think it''s best we avoid any dealings with the Exile Organization for now. I learned a secret message just before the Red Coral Tribe was attacked. It''s said the Exile Organization has ties with some high-ranking members of the Gold Oak Tribe. Whether these ties are good or bad, we don''t know."


    "Gold Oak Tribe..." Enzo mused.


    In the barren mountain region, especially for ces like the jungle and ta in, the Gold Oak Tribe was incredibly formidable—just hearing their name brought a sense of oppression.


    However, Enzo was undeterred.


    He had dealt with Freya, a candidate priestess of the Golden Lion Tribe, with audacity. Facing the supposedly weaker Gold Oak Tribepared to the Golden Lion Tribe, he naturally felt no fear.


    Yet now, as a priest of the Crimson Star Tribe, he had to consider the emotions of his people.


    He could only reply offhandedly, "Neville, your concerns are unnecessary. As long as the Exile Organization doesn''t stir trouble, I won''t bother with them."


    Soon after, the post-battle meeting concluded.


    Upon Enzo''smand to return to the Crimson Star Tribe camp, cheers erupted. They escorted surrendered ves, dozens of in Giant Bone Wolves, and dismantled hides from the Mpondo Tribe camp, loading them onto wooden carts to transport back to the Crimson Star Tribe.


    This scene was witnessed by several pairs of eyes hiding in the shadows.


    They dared not make any rash moves. Only after Enzo and his group departed did they breathe a sigh of relief. They then sprinted swiftly back to their own tribal camps, eager to inform their leaders of the Mpondo Tribe''s demise.


    ...


    Thorn Bush Tribe camp.


    The leader of the tribe wasa middle-aged woman named Linda. She possessedstrong muscles, but the most striking feature was the two intersecting scars on her face, dividing it into four sections. This gaveher a somewhat terrifying appearance, especially when the scars seemedto writhe like a crawling centipede when she spoke.


    "Are you saying the Mpondo Tribe has been annihted?" Chief Linda asked.


    The scout who returned nodded frantically, recounting what he had witnessed, "... Mpondo Tribe''s leader, Reg, tried to use his me whip, but before he could strike, he was bound with vines and hanged in mid-air, strangled alive. His body is still in the camp; those people didn''t take it with them."


    After hearing this, Linda''s expression turned grave.


    As the leader of the Thorn Bush Tribe, she was well aware of Reg''s strength.


    However, if those people could easily kill Reg, then killing her would be just as simple.


    Linda grew restless.


    She quickly dispatched several tribe members, riding Giant Bone Wolves, to other tribes in ta in.


    In fact, Thorn Bush Tribe was not the only tribe to learn this news.


    Almost every nearby tribe sent scouts to observe discreetly. Once they confirmed the Mpondo Tribe''s destruction, they informed other tribes.


    Overnight, this news spread across the entire ta in.


    At the invitation of the Thorn Bush Tribe, many tribes sent representatives to discuss how to respond to this event.


    ...


    Meanwhile.


    In the dense thicket not far from the Mpondo Tribe, Crue''s face twisted in frustration. He couldn''t help but curse aloud, "Damn Reg, bragging about how tough he was, yet couldn''t even handle a single move from Enzo!"


    "No, I can''t stay here in ta in any longer."


    "It''s not just ta in.I can''t stay around the jungle either. With the Crimson Star Tribe here, my ns are easily disrupted."


    "Damn it!"


    Crue was visibly shaken and enraged, his wordsing out in a jumble.


    He reached into his chest pocket and retrieved a blue crystal. In the moonlight, the crystal emitted a faint blue glow, within which countless tiny figures seemed to flicker. On closer inspection, these figures had no faces, only vague eyes and mouths, wailing in agony.


    Muttering to himself, Crue''s eyes shifted erratically. "I''m just a few souls short."


    With a sigh, he stealthily approached the Mpondo Tribe camp. After confirming no one was around, he boldly stepped forward, chanting strange incantations. He extracted souls from the deceased bodies and stored them within the blue crystal.


    Upon seeing Reg''s corpse, Crue couldn''t contain his anger and kicked it several times.


    "It''s all because of you, you damned fool, that I wasted such precious Shimmering Scrolls."Crue muttered angrily.


    After his outburst, Crue dared not linger any longer.


    This time, he was prepared to leave the vicinity of the jungle altogether and seek out a ce where conflicts were more intense. His n was to manipte these factions into fighting each other, causing substantial casualties, while he collected souls under the radar.


    However, fate had other ns.


    On the fifth day, just as dawn broke, pristine white snowkes began to fall from the sky.


    Considering it was only September, this early onset of winter was troubling news. Historically, such early snowfall meant hardship for many tribes.


    For the Crimson Star Tribe, it was equally ominous.


    The jungle dwellers did not wee winter.


    Winter meant cold, scarcity of food.


    All those meant ultimately,death.


    ...


    At the Crimson Star Tribe camp, many members who participated in the battle have brought back the spoils captured from the Mpondo Tribe, which are now being handed over to other members of the tribe for processing.


    The ves have been assigned tasks such as farming and transportation.


    The bodies of the Giant Bone Wolves have been skinned, and their meat has been dried for storage.


    In addition to this, almost everybatant has received a reward of 50 silver coins, which is a substantial sum for anyone.


    This is enough for them to purchase many desirable items.


    Especially with the continuous shipment of yellow iron ore being smelted into iron and crafted into various ironware and weapons by Brian and others, the variety of ironware within the tribe hadbe quite abundant. Enzo hadalso granted others the permission to purchase these goods, meaning that as long as they save up a bit, they couldacquire the ironware they desired.


    As a result, many people weremotivated and working hard.


    However, their fiery enthusiasm hadbeen dampened by the sudden snowfall.


    Enzo residedin a two-story bamboo house, with Tia holding a wolf cub tightly by his side. Tia, dressed in still-scarce clothing covered only with a thin piece of animal hide, heldthe cub that wriggles restlessly, seemingly disliking being held.


    At this moment, Amy walkedin.


    She smiledand said, "Tia, are you really nning to raise a Giant Bone Wolf yourself?"


    Tia replies earnestly, "This will be my future mount!"


    Hearing their conversation, Enzo smiles and turns to Amy, asking, "Amy, what''s the matter? With the animal skins brought back from the Mpondo Tribe, shouldn''t it be enough to get the tribe through this winter?"


    Amy noded.


    ThenAmysighed, continuing, "Lord Enzo, that''s exactly what I wanted to discuss. This unexpected snow has disrupted many ns of the tribe, and many crops that the people have nted are still in their growing season. However, the low temperatures due to the heavy snowfall have caused many crops to freeze to death."


    Enzo sigheddeeply.


    Humans wereso insignificant in the face of natural disasters.


    Tia walkedto the window, looking at the snowkes still falling outside, and couldn''t help but reflected, "In the past, the arrival of heavy snow meant death for many tribe members. But now, at least we don''t have to worry about that, right?"


    Tia''s reassurance liftedthe spirits of Enzo and Amy considerably.


    In the warehouse, there werrge quantities of potatoes and sweet potatoes stored, enough to sustain everyone through this long winter.


    However, Enzo still harboredconcerns.


    The massive floods during the rainy season, and the unusually early winter... What didthese anomalies signify?


    Disaster?


    Enzo couldn''t be certain.


    As he ponders these thoughts, a traveling merchant named Dous from the Gold Oak Tribe and hispanions encounter a serious problem.