Endless Winter: My Camp Upgrades Infinitely

240: Chapter 148: Mysterious Visitor, Deciphering the Cold Resistance Level [Vote for Monthly Pass] 240: Chapter 148: Mysterious Visitor, Deciphering the Cold Resistance Level [Vote for Monthly Pass] As Yuwen Hu walked away, the entire dense forest fell silent in an instant.

“Leader, didn’t you say you hadn’t broken through to the Cold Resistance Level?”

Luo Yuan asked with a hint of reproach, causing everyone to turn their heads towards Xia Hong.

Xia Chuan, Yue Feng, and Luo Yuan had almost the same expression, also carrying some reproach.

Evidently, all three believed that Xia Hong had deceived them earlier.

Meanwhile, the other fourteen showed expressions of joy and excitement on their faces.

Being able to face off against Yuwen Hu head-on, and almost even kill him.

If Xia Hong said he hadn’t broken through to the Cold Resistance Level, probably no one would believe it.

Watching as everyone’s eyes shifted from joy to reverence and fervor, Xia Hong subtly shook his head, thought for a moment, and ultimately gave up explaining.

“Pack up the things, let’s head back first!”

Everyone immediately snapped back to reality, looked at the bodies of He Meng and others on the ground, and swiftly showed relaxed and pleased smiles.

“From now on, the Mirror Immortal Camp won’t dare to underestimate us, right!”

“Not only that, they probably won’t dare set foot in Redwood Ridge anymore.”

“Not necessarily, the entire hunting team of twenty-five was wiped out, they might react more, we should still be cautious going forward.”

“That’s right, just because our leader is strong doesn’t mean we all are; Mirror Immortal Camp is a giant camp with a large population.

If they really bring everyone to fight, it could be a big problem for us.”

“What are we afraid of, with the leader here, five wooden mannequins, and torches, even if they bring people to fight, we won’t be afraid at all!”

“The two strongest Cold Resistance Level fighters in their camp couldn’t do anything to our leader, what can they do?

If it’s really about numbers, at worst we can lure the Cold Beasts over, there’s no way they’ll bully the Great Xia Camp!”

“Hahaha, you’ve got some mischievous ideas.”

…

Listening to everyone’s relaxed discussions, although Xia Hong’s gaze was slightly focused, he felt no worry in his heart, completely at ease.

Yuwen Hu having some speaking power in the Mirror Immortal Camp meant his strength wasn’t too far off from that of the leader He Yuanhun.

With a progress of 31, his strength was already close to seventy thousand catties.

Once the Reshaping Skin phase is completed, his basic strength would at least be a hundred and fifty thousand.

Normally, a Cold Resistance Level’s basic strength is just over a hundred thousand; at a progress of over 60, he could basically reach that.

So why should he be afraid!

“Today’s matter ends here, as long as the Mirror Immortal Camp doesn’t cause trouble anymore, I won’t provoke them either.

But if they dare to come again…”

Xia Hong looked north, his gaze turning slightly cold.

Expanding the Great Xia’s population, the fastest way is obviously annexing other camps.

If this Mirror Immortal Camp dares to keep causing problems, he wouldn’t mind directly swallowing up a giant camp with over five thousand population.

Xia Chuan led everyone and quickly gathered up the weapons of He Meng and his group on the ground, as well as the prey they had hunted before, leaving nothing behind.

“Two Snow Mane beasts, one Demon Sheep, twenty-five broadswords, twenty-five sets of bows and arrows, and five Thunder Kui Shields, hahaha, we’re rich!”

Hearing such a bounty, Xia Hong couldn’t help but smile.

Not to mention the three hunted beasts; if they hunted them themselves, it would take a tremendous effort, with a possibility of getting injured; those broadswords and bows, considering mining and forging, would take at least several days.

But now, they had claimed it all in one night!

Robbery for wealth is indeed an eternal truth.

“The broadswords and bows, their forging craftsmanship and iron usage aren’t much different from ours, but the bowstring materials don’t seem to be Jiao Tendons?”

At Zhao Long’s words, Xia Hong felt slightly intrigued, received a bow from him, and closely examined the bowstring.

Unlike the half-centimeter diameter Teng Jiao Tendon, this bowstring was made of hundreds or thousands of fine white threads twisted together.

Moreover, these fine threads exuded a faint, almost indiscernible fragrance.