Outside Baijia Village, it happened to be where the beast tide broke out half a month ago.
A huge tent has already been set up.
Fifty meters away behind the tent, there were twenty red stone crossbowmen holding crossbows and thirty Udan spearmen with oil paint on their faces, standing in a vigilant posture.
There were twenty brown-haired warriors holding black rattan sticks and wearing fish-skin armor. They were the guards of the Blackwater Tribe.
It was precisely when Alva saw these twenty guards of the Blackwater Tribe that he did not rush to take action.
The difference from the previous few days was that there were seven or eight scabbed claw marks on Alva's body now, and his unruly long hair was tied back, making him look a little more wild.
In the past two days, he temporarily replaced Patriarch Isaiah to arrange the war for the entire tribe, which also allowed Alva to grow rapidly.
Enemies are extremely jealous when they see each other.
"You dare to come to the Red Stone Tribe... Where's that bitch Basham! Let him come out and die!" Alva held the shield in his left hand and the gold-metal battle ax in his right hand, and walked towards the huge tent with an imposing manner.
Densely covered with deep red bloodshot threads.
In front of the tent, an old man with a long beard and a red cloth robe stood side by side with another middle-aged man wearing a black fishskin coat.
Behind him, a total of seventy burly and strong white-armored warriors looked towards the front with hatred.
However, under Alva's order, they all stood still and did not take a step forward.
"Basham, the powerful Alva of the White Armor clan, has made a mess of things. Naturally, it is no longer suitable for him to appear here. Moreover, our young clan leader Izewende is very dissatisfied with Basham's unfavorable performance." The man with a long hair said
The bearded old man in red robe said with a smile, the wrinkles on his face were like dry tree bark.
"Is this enough? Leading troops to attack the White Armored Tribe is a blood feud." Alva walked to a position ten meters in front of the tent and stood still. His bright eyes like a falcon looked towards the opposite side, "The Black Water Tribe's
Elders, do you also want to be enemies with the Baijia clan?"
"I am Kemuler of the Blackwater Tribe, the respected brave man of the White Armor Tribe. Of course, the Blackwater Tribe has no intention of being your enemy. Today, I was just invited to be a mediator. According to the rules on the grassland, hunters under the stars can sit
In the same tent." Kemuler bent down slightly.
"The hatred of life and death, Elder Kemuler, if you take the people out now, I won't kill you!" Alva's voice was cold, and he could no longer suppress the anger in his heart, and gradually raised the battle ax.
The atmosphere in the venue instantly became tense.
"This is the rule on the grassland. If you kill people in a peaceful tent, then this tribe will be despised by everyone. Alva, what kind of hatred makes you so blinded." Kai, wearing fish skin armor,
Mueller said calmly, "Also, I hope to talk to your clan leader, Isaiah, the brave man under the sky."
It was when this question was asked that Elder Edgeworth, who was wearing a red robe next to him, narrowed his eyes slightly.
Alva's chest bulged heavily, and his whole body's breath was stagnant.
"you!"
He raised the battle ax and looked at Kemuler of the Blackwater Tribe angrily.
"Dear brave Alva, your momentum scares me, but I am still fulfilling my responsibility as a mediator." The other party bent down as if he didn't care.
"If Chief Isaiah means the same thing, then the Blackwater Tribe will completely withdraw from this mediation."
Hearing this, Alva's breath calmed down, and his angular face showed a look of indifference.
"Here today, I, Alva, can make the decision."
"What about Chief Isaiah?" Edgeworth asked with squinted eyes. He glanced at the battle ax in Alva's hand, and a flash of ridicule flashed in his pupils.
"The patriarch is afraid that he will come and kill you."
"It would be an honor for me, Edgeworth, to die under the heavy hammer of Patriarch Isaiah. Haha, let's meet."
As the unbridled laughter of Edgeworth, the elder of the Red Stone Tribe, rang out, more and more White Armor Tribe people gathered outside the village, and they all looked ahead with hateful eyes.
In their view, the attitude shown by the Red Stone Clan envoy was just coming to look down on the provocation with the attitude of a victor.
"What if I really smash your head with a hammer? Edgeworth!"
A voice as strong as a lion sounded from behind, and at this moment all the Baijia clan members looked back at the same time.
I saw the patriarch wearing an animal skin robe striding towards here.
At the same time, there was a slim girl beside him, accompanying him all the way.
Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then instantly became ecstatic.
"Lord Patriarch!"
"Uncle Isaiah."
"goddess!"
"Teacher Xiao Wang."
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Amidst the chaos of voices, Edgeworth's face froze, but in an instant it turned into a full smile.
"It is an honor for me to see Patriarch Isaiah personally greet him."
"Elder Kemuler of the Blackwater Tribe has witnessed that you have such a broad mind, how could you really kill me?"
In just two sentences, what he just said was easily interrupted.
Alva's concerned eyes swept over Patriarch Isaiah, and then took a deep look at the girl. Admiration flashed in his eyes, and then he looked at the two of them coldly.
"you!"
"Alva, the son of the stars, in addition to having the power to be feared and respected by everyone, he also has a heart as vast as the sky. Come, follow me into the big tent."
The heavy hammer was thrown away, and Alva subconsciously caught it.
Looking at that majestic body, a shadow suddenly fell over my heart.
The Patriarch's Bone Warhammer.
As he left the village...
It has never left his hands!
The vigorous Isaiah stepped into the big tent first, then sat unceremoniously on the big animal bone chair on the left side, and said calmly: "Come, let me see what sincerity the Red Stone Tribe brings."
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"How can you possibly know our goddess!?"
Lance, who was as tall as a bear, was striding forward. When he was approaching the village, he was shocked when he heard the news about Enoch. He opened his mouth wide and asked in disbelief.
"Oh my god, are you the big hero that Teacher Wang told the children?"
"No, I must tell Teacher Xiao Wang the news as soon as possible!"
Excitement flashed across Lance's face after the shock.
But when he was about to take the first step, he was held back by his companions.
"Fniva, why are you holding me back?"
The companion whispered: "...Alva."
Forehead.
These three words instantly cooled Lance's brain.
"how?"
Mu Fan asked softly.
"Hahaha, no, no, after all, I brought you back, so it wouldn't be a good idea to take the first step." Lance scratched his head in embarrassment and quickly changed the subject.
"Huh? Why do we have so many people?"
Lance suddenly stopped and looked in front of him in confusion, seeing a shadowy figure.
When he went out from the east gate in the morning, he glanced at the main entrance and saw that there were not that many people there.
Is there another beast wave?
"who!?"
A loud shout came from the front.
"I, Lance, I have brought distinguished guests from the tribe, come and entertain them."
Lance greeted with a big smile.
However, an axe-wielding warrior wearing animal skins jumped down in front of Lance with a few quick steps. His face was not as relaxed as Lance imagined, but instead was full of solemnity.
"Chief Isaiah is in the big tent in front, talking with the people of the Red Stone Tribe and the Blackwater Tribe."
"Let's go back to the village first."
After finishing speaking, the axe-wielding warrior took a deep look at Mu Fan, his eyes passing over the decent combat uniform. There was doubt in his eyes, but he didn't say anything more, but nodded in a friendly manner.
"Patriarch Isaiah woke up unexpectedly, hahahaha, great! Come on, Brother Mu, I will take you back to the village first."
Mu Fan's heart, which had been beating vigorously along the way, was finally forcibly suppressed.
He took a deep breath, looked past the thick grass in front of him, and nodded slightly.
"It's time to work."
Lance laughed and stopped the axe-wielding warrior's shoulder, "Nize, my good brother, why do the bastards from the Red Stone Tribe still dare to come to our village? Didn't Alva kill them?"
"I don't know...the patriarch and the others have been in for a while. Alva wanted to make a move, but the patriarch stopped him."
A group of people had already passed through the last cover of grass with long strides, and the view in front of them was wide.
The village with a rough atmosphere not far away has come into view.
But the most eye-catching thing is the large tent guarded by rows of soldiers.
"Oh." Lance was not good at thinking about these things. He nodded twice in response and asked, "Where is Teacher Xiao Wang?"
"She is also in the big tent." Ni Ze pointed to the left.
The tall figure that was walking quietly stood still instantly and suddenly turned sideways!