The fat boy Enoch wiped his tears and nodded heavily through gritted teeth.
A look of relief flashed across Beardsley's face, the little guy was becoming more and more sensible.
The Baijia tribe does not need useless bravery, but people who can fight and sacrifice for this tribe!
Today, his Beardsley mission is about to be completed.
Three rivers...
That's enough before the blood runs out!
At this moment, the middle-aged man felt another force coming from his body out of thin air.
His body, which had just stooped, straightened up again.
The speed of father and son increases instead of decreasing!
A few seconds later, the tall and thin man from the Red Stone Tribe appeared in the area where the two of them were standing. Behind him, two warriors with red paint on their faces followed, each with six spears tied to their backs.
These two people were clearly the Wudan Spearmen of the Red Stone Tribe.
"Hey...want to run back?"
The sound of insidious testing sounded. The leader leaned over and took out a bit of mud with his fingers and smelled it. His narrow and cold eyes looked in one direction.
"Chasing! Being penetrated by Udan's spear, let's see how long you can hold on."
The sound of large tracts of grass falling behind them sounded, and the Red Stone Guards responded with great momentum.
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The wind is getting faster and faster.
Whether it was because he was too fast or because of excessive blood loss, Beardsley seemed to be unable to hear the sounds of pursuit behind him.
"Enoch, we have got rid of them, right? Hehe, your father is very powerful, right..."
A weak laugh sounded, and now Beardsley's face became paler.
Enoch raised his head with tears streaming down his face, looking at his father's weak but pretending to be strong face, his voice stuck in his throat, and he nodded heavily.
"Well, Father! We are almost there, you have to hold on."
"Hey, this little distance is nothing... Back then, your father walked alone across the entire grassland and reached further areas. The tribes there were several times larger than the Red Stone Tribe. They were all praising my strength.
,Hahaha……"
Just when the strong man was laughing loudly, when the third river was already close at hand, when the smart and sensible Enoch was drawing his father's attention and asking him not to close his eyes...
Beardsley fell to the ground, his burly body falling heavily into the dirt.
"Abba!!"
The shrill sound sounded, and the birds dozens of meters away were instantly surprised.
The swarthy little fat man immediately rushed to Beardsley's side, with tears streaming down his face. He desperately shook off the two large bags of salt, and then dragged Beardsley's arm to carry it.
He was strong enough to lift Beardsley.
It's just that Beardsley's body was too burly. He was so burly that even if Enoch stood up completely, he could only keep his father's body from lying on the ground.
"Let's go! We're almost there, wake up dad!"
"Woooooo~"
The little fat man's face was covered with mud and he no longer cared about the two big bags of salt.
He just wants his father to be well.
Just two seconds later, a burst of laughter broke out hundreds of meters behind him.
The leader of the Red Stone Guards who jumped onto a low slope had a face full of mockery at this moment.
The Red Stone Tribe prides itself on being the falcons of the sky, and their eyesight is the best on this grassland.
What was reflected in his pupils at this moment was the figure of the little fat man running desperately with his father on his back.
"Ha ha ha ha!"
"The big guy has fallen, and only the little bastard is left."
The leader sneered and shouted loudly: "It's hunting time now, abuse your prey as much as you like!"
"Ooooooooo"
A strange call sounded from behind.
The dozen or so Wudan spearmen seemed to have been beaten to death, their eyes red with excitement, and they began to rush forward crazily.
Seeing the crazy and violent looks of his subordinates, the leader put on a bloodthirsty smile, licked the corners of his mouth gently, grabbed a little red rock powder from his belt with his right hand, and smeared three blood marks on his cheeks.
This represents the moment when the hunter is about to catch his prey. This is the mark of honor of the tribe!
He, the blood-seal warrior of the Red Stone Tribe, Hawthorn!
The prey is about to be hunted, ha...
Press your legs slightly and build up your muscles to the extreme.
However, just when he was about to jump off, a red light suddenly flashed out of the corner of his eye.
Hawthorn subconsciously raised his head.
I saw a red dot getting bigger and bigger in the gray sky, next to the two crescent moons hanging high in the sky.
The fiery red light trail drew a long tail directly in the dark sky.
Another meteorite fell from the sky.
He stopped and prepared to watch for two seconds to guess the impact point of the meteorite.
You know, bringing a huge meteorite back to the tribe is a feat far greater than capturing two merchants from a rival tribe!
However, as the "red meteor" grew larger and larger in his field of vision, his pupils gradually shrank to the size of a pinhead, and then all the hairs on his body stood up.
The falling point of the red "meteor" was clearly the area where they were located!
He pulled off the bone whistle hanging from his neck, but before he could blow it, the red meteor had already magnified infinitely in his field of vision.
With a roaring momentum, it fell from the sky.
call……
The sound of airflow just started.
The huge red light had crashed into the third river ahead.
Buzz...boom!
Everyone's eardrums bulged heavily.
The originally calm water surface was suddenly blown up into huge waves nearly 100 meters high.
Mud, water flow mixed with weeds and rocks formed a black shock wave that spread in all directions.
Enoch, who was running with his father on his back, didn't react at all. He felt something explode in his ears, and his shoulders sank. He could no longer withstand the sudden increase in momentum, and the two of them were instantly slapped to the ground.
The Wudan spearman who had just arrived from the Red Stone Tribe just raised his head and saw the mud storm sweeping in from mid-air.
Without anyone's order, these people all fell to the ground instantly.
Hawthorn folded his arms at his sides and was knocked back three meters on the short slope before he stopped.
When he lowered his arms, his smile was as big as it could be.
"It's really God's blessing, hahaha!"
Crazy laughter echoed unbridled in this grassland.
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A fiery red meteor falls from the sky.
The other tribesmen on this vast grassland just raised their heads and looked at it for two seconds and then stopped paying attention.
If the meteorite did not fall within their territory, it was destined to have no chance with them.
This kind of thing all depends on God’s gift.
But not far from where the "meteorite" fell, the three canoes resumed rowing, and their forward speed stagnated again.
Because the rumbling sound that just came from behind made people unable to ignore it. The falling point of the "meteorite" was too close.
"The meteorite fell behind! Let's go over and carry it!"
The 2-meter-tall Han Boluo who had spoken before spoke excitedly, but before he could say the next sentence, he was interrupted by the old man.
"No! Don't forget, the Red Stone Guard just went there!"