Since the birth of human civilization, battles have been inseparable from it. Day after day, year after year, human beings have emerged from the barbaric process in fighting and sacrifice, and civilization has progressed in destruction and setbacks.

As long as the race is not extinct, humans will never stop moving forward.

In the light of swords and blood, courage and confidence are the cornerstones of legends. In the purgatory of blood and fire, humans can always find the right path to overcome difficulties and move towards success.

When the fierce battle stopped, the strong man who won the victory stood upright. Under the gaze of countless eyes, a surge of people shouted loudly. The struggle of life and the recognition of others condensed into "prestige".

In front of the mud-flat in Heizuo Village, three silt monsters fell down. One of them was very large, terrifying, and ferocious. In the past, when encountering such monsters, the villagers could only escape and did not dare to have the urge to resist.

But at this moment, the villagers gathered around, pointed at the monster corpses on the ground, and sighed. In this year, the strong enjoyed the respect they deserved, and everyone looked at Zhou Qingfeng with fear, surrender, and pleasing.

The strong are not criticized, the strong have power, and can survive better with the strong. This is a truth that the weak master in a difficult life. The strong can win people's hearts, master resources, and practice their will, so they become stronger.

Even if Zhou Qingfeng is just a powerful man now, as long as everyone recognizes him, his status will naturally improve. Not to mention that the villagers believe that he is a noble, which is even more of a identity with a leadership halo.

The old dwarf was so tired that he was half tired, but the result made him extremely happy. He called out a few people and set up a stretcher to carry the injured Todd to the witch doctor's shack. The latter was poisoned and unconscious and must be treated as soon as possible.

Other villagers gathered around Zhou Qingfeng, respectful and fearful. Someone plucked up the courage to come forward and asked: "Dear Master, do we need something to do?"

The tense fight had just ended. Zhou Qingfeng was soft and stood there with a sense of powerlessness afterwards. After being surrounded by the villagers, he was still a little scared. I wonder what these people wanted to do?

But when respectful greetings sounded, Zhou Qingfeng breathed a sigh of relief. Cialek was mocking him for being lucky and survived by chance. But he couldn't tell how the courage just now came. He actually dared to jump to the back of the leader of the mud monster to fight.

"How many people are willing to accept my order?" Zhou Qingfeng took a deep breath and shouted loudly.

The villagers around all took a step forward, raised their hands noisily, and loudly echoed Zhou Qingfeng's call. The specific number of people was difficult to count, but there were at least hundreds of people.

Although these are just a mob who lacks food and clothing and has a bad character, Zhou Qingfeng was in a fierce battle and was very upset. He believed that as long as he organized his own well, even a "small pile of sand" could be used by him.

Anyway, these people are inferior and humble, and are despised like snakes and rats. With Zhou Qingfeng as the leader, it will definitely be better than they do. This is the biggest reason why the villagers are willing to rely on them.

With popularity and fame, the next thing will be much easier.

"Ten people come and move the remaining corpses of the mud monsters to Old Borg's shack. Ask it, is this thing useful?"

"There are thirty people who will form a patrol team and need to bring their own weapons. Divide into three groups, choose a small leader by yourself, and light a bonfire inside and outside the village. Especially facing the swamp, patrol day and night to prevent monsters and enemies from invading."

"The patrol came to me to get the paralysis poison and apply it to the arrow blades of the weapon. My poison will be stronger than you used in the past. In the future, let the monsters run away when they see you."

"Who has stored food in the village? I am willing to buy it at a high price. Ten people will be responsible for preparing food. Those who work with me will never go hungry."

Kurozo Village is attacked by swamp monsters and has suffered heavy casualties all year round. It has long been a place to join forces to defend itself. However, the entire village lacks core characters, everyone is selfish, and no one is willing to contribute to others. As a result, everyone is in trouble.

Now Zhou Qingfeng came forward and finally organized a sparse team. The people in the village had some hope and some motivation. They were delighted and cohesive.

The corpse of the leader of the mud monster was lifted up and dragged to the damsman's shack. This monster looked terrible and no one dared to provoke him on weekdays. Today it was supposed to cause a bloody storm in the village, but unexpectedly it lost its life.

The villagers who carried the corpse were all smiling. The leaders of this kind of monster have a sense of territory, and one place is often the same. With it, other terrifying monsters generally do not approach Kurozo Village.

Similarly, if you get rid of this mud monster leader, the escaped mud monster will not dare to stay in Heizang Village. Within at least half a year, the safety of the village will be greatly improved.

Although the mud monster leader smelled all over his body, his flesh also had a strong smell of rotten corpse and could not be eaten. However, this kind of monster is usually full of treasures and there are too many places to use.

Zhou Qingfeng hunted this monster, which naturally had a considerable amount of wealth. The villagers who worked for him were not worried that the "noble young master" could not afford to pay, and were only upset that they could not do more work for him in exchange for more food and money.

This is the first time since its establishment that Kurozo Village has been so lively.

The people who had just escaped around rushed back one after another, and they were even more amazed and amazed when they saw the monster's corpse. When they met such a strong monster, they could not die in the village. This is an amazing miracle and worthy of happiness.

As for the master "Victor Hugo" who killed monsters and protected the village, it was even more favored by everyone. However, when Zhou Qingfeng returned to the village, the villagers who saw him respectfully retreated to both sides along the way, bent down and bowed to say hello to him.

Some of them were overly excited and even knelt down, thanking Your Excellency Hugo for avenging his relatives who were swallowed by the monster.

Zhou Qingfeng made his whole body smelly during the fight. He pulled back his fine thorn sword and casually called someone and asked, "How to solve the problem of water in the village?"

"Go back to Master, we have a well." The villagers replied.

"Go and get me some hot water, I want to take a shower." Zhou Qingfeng is no better than the residents of this resident of Lanniba Village. He hopes that he can be clean whenever he has the chance.

"But lord, we don't have a pot of boiling water. We can only use a wooden barrel to take a bath on weekdays." The villagers replied.

"Who has the pot?"

"Old Borg has it."

"Go and ask Lao Boge if you need it. I will pay Lao Boge." Zhou Qingfeng solved the problem in one sentence, "By the way, boil more hot water and let everyone in the village take a bath. Today everyone is happy!"

In cold weather, it is a great pleasure to take a hot bath. But with such a simple demand, the poor Kurozo Village cannot be popularized.

After Zhou Qingfeng announced that everyone could take a bath, a jubilant sound came from the village. This was even more exciting than seeing a terrible monster being hunted, greatly boosting people's morale and strengthening Mr. Zhou's status.
Chapter completed!