However, as soon as the words on the canoe finished, a sharp whistling sound came from far and near, and a spear flew suddenly from the dense grass, blasting the soil up to four or five meters high when it landed.
The swaying waves even swept to the river surface.
The two figures narrowly avoided the spear. Upon hearing this, they turned their heads in the direction of the canoe, showing gratitude, but shook their heads extremely firmly.
Two figures, one tall and one short, one large and one small.
The older one looks about forty years old, and the younger one is in his early teens.
This seems to be a father and son who went to a trading village to do business.
Everyone is carrying a big bulging bag.
Both of them moved as vigorously as cheetahs, and they quickly got into the grass again.
"Can you two run away?"
A tall and thin figure suddenly jumped into the air seven or eight meters high, crossed a parabola with a span of more than ten meters, and landed heavily on the ground.
boom!
The man pulled out the spear that was stuck in the mud and glanced sideways at the three canoes stopped in the river beside him.
"The Red Stone Tribe has a private grudge. What, do you, the Qingye Tribe, want to help the White Armor Tribe?"
The insidious sound came from far away, and the man jumped up high again, and the spear he held in mid-air was pointed at the canoe.
It was obvious that he had just heard the voice coming from the canoe.
And at this moment, a large number of footsteps sounded behind the place where he had just stood.
Dozens of thin and cold figures rushed out of the grass at the same time. Those cold eyes looked at the canoe of the Qingye tribe one after another, with fierce eyes.
A big man over two meters tall in the canoe got angry when he heard the threat and stood up to respond.
However, an old man suddenly shouted: "Bolo, shut up!"
Then the old man stood up, stood in the huge canoe and shouted to the river: "We are just passing by, warriors of the Red Stone Tribe."
"snort!"
The thin man who had already jumped into the air snorted coldly, glanced unkindly at everyone, and then sank into the grass in front with an astonishing momentum. The voice came from far away, "The friends of the enemy are the mortal enemies of my Red Stone Tribe!
"
"Catch those two white-armored reptiles."
The large number of Red Stone tribe warriors behind them responded loudly when they heard the words and ignored the Qingye tribesmen on the canoe.
The rumble of footsteps followed one after another, and it took more than twenty seconds for the riverside to return to calm.
The strong man Boluo who had just been stopped looked at the old man angrily, "Why stop me? Our Qingye Tribe is not a vassal of his Red Stone Tribe!"
"Then you let these old, weak, sick and disabled accompany you to die? If the Red Stone Tribe cuts off our trade, where will our people go to exchange for salt?"
The old man asked in a stern tone. The strong man wanted to speak, but finally stopped.
The Red Stone Tribe is so overbearing that they can even annex small tribes for any reason.
As for why the Baijia Tribe was targeted... of course they had heard about it.
Isn’t it because a goddess with both wisdom and beauty appeared?
Then he was targeted by Izewende, the son of the leader of the Red Stone Tribe.
That young patriarch, who was so licentious and violent, had tortured countless women, and now he was eyeing the goddess of the Baijia tribe.
The Baijia Tribe will only see ghosts if they agree.
Isaiah, that lion-like man, had no sand in his eyes!
You can even imagine with the soles of your feet what the outcome would be if the Red Stone Tribe went to fight with the White Armor Tribe to ask for someone.
But I really didn’t expect that the Red Stone Tribe would be so shameless. They were clearly attacking and killing the buyers of the White Armor Tribe just now.
This is trying to push the other person to death.
The opponent is getting excited, and if the Qingye tribe, which has a smaller population than the Baijia tribe, rashly steps forward, it will simply cost the lives of the entire tribe.
In this crisis-ridden grassland, this kind of thing should never be done on impulse.
"Let's go! Don't get involved."
As a result, the three canoes began to have shocking waves on both sides, and in just three seconds they started to gallop on the river like arrows.
Under the gray sky, the silence unique to this area returned.
Those plump fishes resurfaced and continued to eat aquatic plants unscrupulously.
Life is precarious every day, so living well is the truth.
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"Abba, huh huh...my throat hurts...my chest is about to explode."
The figure of a child, who was more than twice as short as he was, panted and said to the side.
"I, I can't run anymore."
These two figures turned out to be a father and son.
Under the faint moonlight, the child's side face was covered with sweat, reflecting his strong and stocky body and dark skin. He was clearly the fat boy who was late for Wang Nuonuo's class.
"Enoch, don't you think of the warriors of the tribe? Abba is carrying the shoulder bag for you. Don't stop, don't stop!"
The middle-aged man next to him grabbed the little fat man's shoulder bag and resisted, with a look of arrogance on his face when he was forced into a desperate situation.
As a father at this time, all he can do is to use his own way to alleviate some of the burden on his son.
There was no way he could lose the huge bag he was carrying.
Refined salt is the most valuable product produced by the Red Stone Tribe.
No matter how strong a person is, if he does not eat salt, his body will become weak.
What's more, there are countless star beasts ready to move in the surrounding grass, which contains unknown murderous intent.
The Baijia tribe had suffered enough battle losses that it was time to withdraw their troops.
For those fresh troops who will continue to fight, they must manage enough salt no matter how short it is.
The hunter of the White Armor tribe, the merchant Beardsley, is burdened with the important task of bringing in urgently needed supplies for the entire tribe.
If he is willful, destruction may be waiting for his people.
"So, we must not die, we must not be left behind!"
The middle-aged Beardsley could only continue to encourage his son.
The family members of the Baijia tribe are waiting for them.
Teacher Xiao Wang, the Goddess who is a gift from heaven to the tribe, must not be touched by that bastard Izewende.
Whoosh!
Suddenly there was a sound breaking through the air behind my head.
Beardsley quickly stepped aside, and when he was about to look back, he happened to see another spear falling silently towards the little fat man from the corner of his eye.
Suddenly Beardsley's eyes turned red.
This kind of silent spear throwing can only be thrown by the Wudan Spearmen of the Red Stone Tribe.
And the Udan Spearmen’s dispatching habits...
There is never any one left alive.
This was the case with the spear heading towards the back of the little fat boy Enoch's head.
If it hits in less than a second, the little fat man's body will be penetrated instantly.
Even though Beardsley was carrying a double weight at this moment, he made a faster movement.
He suddenly bumped to the side, and Enoch was caught off guard and violently flew away. When he landed, a clear voice came to his ears at the same time...
puff!
That was the sound of a sharp spear piercing the body.
"Let's go...ah!"
Beardsley spurted out a mouthful of blood, grabbed the spear with one hand... and pulled it out suddenly.
The middle-aged man sprinted forward with long strides.
Even as his vision became increasingly blurry, Beardsley never had the slightest thought of decadence.
Symptoms of dizziness caused by blood loss finally appeared.
But even so, Beardsley didn't slow down at all.
"Enoch, if Abba dies... don't collect Abba's body. Just keep running and don't stop."
"Let's go, then we'll go around three rivers and we'll be there!"
Beardsley's face seemed to have a flash of retrospection.