At this moment, the roar of the lion-like man on the west side of the village resounded through the sky, even suppressing the howls of the star beasts here.
"How could the brave man of the White Armor tribe be defeated by a sneak attack?"
boom!
boom!
Bombardments like explosions resounded one after another.
Nuo Nuo, who turned around and looked around, could even see a dozen figures that were shot into the air at this moment, as well as the blood mist spraying in the air.
The battle in the western area of the village heated up instantly.
And a hundred meters away from the main entrance of the tribe, Alva, who was tall and covered in blood, violently knocked away an iron-clad mountain beast in front of him and turned back suddenly.
"Clan leader!!"
"Uncle Isaiah!"
"Lord Patriarch!"
At this moment, thousands of people exclaimed at the same time.
"You hold on here, I'll help him!" Alva roared angrily, striding out towards the west side of the tribe.
When the whole person sprints, he is like a violent war bear. Every time he steps on the ground, a huge depression with a diameter of more than two meters will sink.
Boom, boom, boom!
At this moment, the rhinoceros-skin war drum of the White Armor tribe sounded loudly.
All the people, men and women, young and old, were all enthusiastic and encouraging for the warriors who defended the tribe.
…
"Isaiah, this wild beast, has gone crazy. Come on, everyone, we will consume him to death."
"Hurry up, there are reinforcements over there...ah!"
A figure violently swung a heavy ax and slashed down.
Alva, who was holding a bone-gold battle ax, split a red stone warrior in half who was about to attack Isaiah from behind with his axe. In an instant, hot blood shot up several meters high.
"Uncle Isaiah!"
When Alva saw more than a dozen bleeding holes on Isaiah's body, his eyes turned red instantly and he raised his head ferociously.
"You bastards of the Red Stone Tribe, your opponent is me."
"You brat, this little injury is nothing, hahaha." Isaiah laughed wantonly, casually pulled out a crossbow arrow that was deeply embedded in his shoulder, and blasted another sneak attack with a hammer from his backhand.
That stern and domineering aura caused the Redstone Tribe warriors to freeze for an instant.
"Lord Basham, he is so strong, there is no sign of exhaustion at all!"
Seeing that more than 80 of the companions around him had been killed or injured in just a few minutes of fighting, someone finally couldn't stand any longer.
There was a sinister look in Basham's eyes. He hid at the outer edge of the battle, and even when he made a sound, he used the horn of a blue bull to disguise it.
After seeing five more tribesmen being smashed and hacked to death, the resentment in Basham's eyes was finally suppressed, "The sneak attack failed, retreat, our crossbow arrows are poisoned, wait until tomorrow! I want to let Isaiah
Watching in despair as his people become our slaves."
The horn of the blue ox blows again.
Isaiah and Alva, who fought bloody battles, simultaneously felt the pressure around them lighten.
"Uncle Isaiah, you go back to the village first, and I will kill Basham." Alva looked at the large undulating lush grass in the distance with unforgettable hatred in his eyes.
"No." Isaiah's thick palm clasped Alva's shoulder, and when he was about to speak, he spat out a mouthful of red and purple blood.
Isaiah's face began to turn abnormally gray. He looked at Alva's young face and shook his head slightly.
The anger in Alva's brain began to fade away, and he glanced at the battlefield.
At a rough glance, at least sixty people from the Red Stone Tribe died, but twenty people from the White Armor Tribe also died...
The remaining ten people were also covered in scars and could hardly stand.
"Let's go back!"
Alva gritted his teeth and choked, held onto Isaiah's burly body, and rushed towards the tribe like crazy.
"The patriarch was injured by a poisonous arrow, come and detoxify him quickly!"
"Miss Nuonuo, who is as wise as the stars, please save Uncle Isaiah."
Nuo Nuo saw the increasingly obvious gray color on Isaiah's face, bit her lip and nodded heavily.
"My knowledge in medical skills is limited, but I have a serum here. Uncle Isaiah, you must hold on."
"Hey, I can't die." Isaiah grinned weakly. Smiling, his burly body softened and fell forward.
"Clan leader!"
"Clan leader."
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Two hundred thousand kilometers outside the vast black storm, the tail of the huge prismatic battleship was filled with huge spore bubbles one after another.
Standing on the mobile observation platform, Job and Luke, the pure saints of the Saint Luo tribe, carefully watched the gently trembling giant spore bubbles. The expressions on their faces finally stopped being anxious.
A full eleven hours have passed and all the spore repair bubbles have been cultivated. The next step is to wait for the last hour.
After the cultivated nanorobots have completed the basic repair of the two damaged engines, they can leave this damn place.
Captain Job, a tall and thin man, was flicking one hand on the crystal ball at the top of the columnar console in front of him.
This small observation platform with a diameter of only about five meters rose and fell around the battleship. The more he looked at it, the more heartbroken he became, but Job still suppressed the pain in his heart and watched his battleship, constantly calculating in his mind how many seats it would take to repair it.
[This needs about...50 million...no, at least 150 million seats. My heart...oh my god!]
Job's handsome face was now squeezed into a ball, and the squirming blood of Shengluo was almost spurting out of his eyes. The bigger the warship, the more expensive it would be to repair it.
Xi Ling is the hard currency of the Saint Luo Universe!
For the common people at the bottom, just one order is enough for them to live for two days.
One hundred and fifty million seats, this is simply... ugh!
Job sighed reluctantly and helplessly.
There is no other way, he only has this battleship.
The Storm Chaser was his last glory as a pure man.
Vice-captain Luke covered his head helplessly.
He was also heartbroken, but compared to Job, he was more rational. As long as the inheritance was still there, the money would eventually be earned back in the future.
"Oh, I suddenly remembered the pursuit notice from Cameron's garrison... 300 million Shiling." Job murmured with emotion next to him.
"Okay, wake up, stop dreaming. The Cameron Garrison is treating people as fools. The exact coordinates need to be verified."
"Wanted objects of this level will stay in one place and wait for the troops to come? The underlying meaning of this S-level notice is to trap the other party. Are you kidding? We can't afford to offend the targets of the A-level notice.
"Luke interrupted his companion's soliloquy angrily.
"Not to mention the one-in-a-trillion chance of discovery."
After finishing speaking, Luke began to look at their battleship intently.
However, a few seconds later Luke found that for the rare moment he did not hear a reply to Job's complaint, but instead his arm was tightly grasped.
The sound of chattering teeth rang in my ears.
"What are you doing!? Job!" Luke turned around and said dissatisfied.
Then when he saw the direction where Job was staring with his mouth wide open... all his expressions were completely frozen on his face, and then he slapped himself in the face.