Especially after being looked at by those eyes with a hint of red, I felt even colder all over.
"He went to contact the Blackwater Tribe and the Green Teeth Tribe. It should be time to return today."
Hearing the report from the people around him, Basil Raqua lowered his eyelids and said nothing more, but the servant next to him who replied was frightened.
The superiors are uncertain.
This is a portrayal of the mood of the person who replied at this moment.
God knows why the patriarch suddenly started paying attention to his eldest son.
And the most important thing is that the young patriarch Izewende, whose temperament has begun to change, has a gloomy and terrifying temperament, and is even more feared than the patriarch in their hearts.
"Black Water... Qingya..."
With his fingers tapping rhythmically on the arm of the bone chair, Basil Laqua slowly stood up.
With a height of 2 meters, his figure is obviously bigger than those around him, but he is far less impressive than the White Armor clan.
A thick black cloak covered his whole body, and a pair of narrow scarlet eyes narrowed, staring calmly ahead.
At the end of the sight is the mighty sea of torches.
Kill a chicken with a knife.
"Saul, do you think he is still my son, Basil Laqua..."
The leader of the Red Stone Clan suddenly said this for no reason, and panic appeared on the face of a middle-aged man wearing a red robe next to him.
"Of course he is the inheritance of your noble bloodline. The young eagle will eventually break away from the eagle's wings. In my opinion, the young patriarch is a precursor to soaring into the sky."
Hearing the answer beside him, a smile finally appeared on Basil's indifferent face, but the smile disappeared quickly, and no one could see it for a short moment.
"But even I can't understand this heir's actions now."
With a faint soliloquy echoing in his ears, the man in red robe named Sol bent his waist lower and hurriedly replied: "Your wisdom is as vast as the stars. Sol is stupid and cannot fathom the relationship between you and the young patriarch.
Behavior."
"He is proving to me... Just because I, Basil Laqua, am still in this position, can he not wait any longer?"
Hearing this, Saul raised his head in astonishment. Hearing what the clan leader meant, could it be that he was already dissatisfied with the young clan leader?
Basil Laqua lowered his head and glanced at his side. His hawk-like gaze instantly caused a layer of fine beads of sweat to appear on Thor's forehead.
Suddenly Basil laughed, and the gloom that had previously enveloped the air was swept away.
"What are you worried about? I was just thinking that in this case, what he wanted to do has not been completed, and I, the still young eagle, should fight for him again."
"The Baijia clan, these savage bulls who don't know how to advance or retreat on the grassland, really don't know how high the sky is."
The voice turned cold, and the kindness and kindness that Basil had shown for a moment disappeared instantly, replaced by a cold and murderous intention.
"The four beast-controlling elders are not here, so let their descendants fight this first battle. Send the order, Thor."
After giving the calm instructions, Basil Laqua sat back calmly.
A thick cloak covered his whole body, and the black feathers on the edges covered his face, making it difficult for people to see his eyes clearly.
Thor breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, he would not foolishly believe what Basil Laqua had just said.
On the grassland, the strong has always been king.
Therefore, for most races, every iteration of power will be accompanied by bloodshed.
Even biological father and son are the same!
It was obvious that the patriarch was jealous of the young patriarch.
This attack on the White Armor clan was obviously a declaration and warning of the previous actions of the young clan leader Izewende.
At least for now, the Red Stone Tribe is still Basil Laqua’s Red Stone Tribe.
This time, the clan leader personally supervised the battle, and two of the three main battle groups of the Red Stone clan came out.
Over 10,000 main battle troops!
Compared to the poor number of warriors of the White Armor Clan.
The Red Stone Tribe can completely drown the White Armor Tribe even if they flood them with a sea of people.
There was no such big fanfare before, it was just about considering the issues of gain and loss.
Now the failure of the young patriarch's little move has obviously given Basil Laqua a reason to send troops.
[The eagle is not old yet...]
With a sigh in his heart, Sol dismissed all other thoughts and took off the snail hanging from his waist.
"Woo~"
A desolate horn sounded.
The voice was deep and powerful, with penetrating power that could be transmitted thousands of meters away.
3000 meters in front of the Baijia tribe.
A middle-aged man with three claw marks on his forehead and wrapped in a red shawl suddenly raised his head and raised his arms.
Whoosh.
An afterimage rushed through the air.
A red stone slab with a palm-sized engraved goshawk totem fell into the palm of his hand.
[Clan Chief’s Order]!
"Lord Basil's orders."
The middle-aged man with three claw marks on his forehead looked to his side, and evil intentions began to appear in his eyes.
"The time has come for us, the red stone beast control lineage, to avenge our shame!"
A cold voice sounded, and the eyes of seven other middle-aged people of similar age simultaneously revealed a fierce light.
"Call out the remaining Blackwood Cannon Beasts!"
The eight people's index fingers with bone rings were bent at the same time and put to their lips.
Sharp and weird sounds began to appear.
The land in front of them began to rise suddenly, and a muffled sound suddenly appeared.
One end, two ends...
A total of twelve fat lizard-like black wood cannon beasts emerged from the ground.
This is the last remaining strategic weapon of the Red Stone Tribe.
If it weren't for the deaths of the four beast-controlling elders, even the Redstone tribesmen would not have known that their tribe would have so many terrifying blackwood cannon beasts.
The whistling whistle kept sounding, and these fat and fat guys began to twist their bodies reluctantly, pointing their bulging backs forward.
"Everyone, don't act rashly."
"When the white-armored guys with big muscles rush over, let the Blackwood Cannon Beast attack."
"The formation spreads out."
The Redstone warriors around me have their own unique way of transmitting information.
In just over ten seconds, the sea of torches that originally merged into one sea separated to both sides.
Looking down from mid-air, it is easy to see that this is a huge fan shape.
A fan-shaped position specially set aside for the Blackwood Cannon Beast.
"Conduct distance control."
"Those stupid bulls are charging here."
"Hahaha, are there only so many people left?"
Several captains of the forward army looked at each other with ferocious smiles on their faces.
In the previous small-scale conflicts, they admitted that they could not defeat the Baijia clan, but what about now?
The Red Stone Clan directly dispatched two main troops.
Legion of Urdan Spears and Redstone Spears!
The middle-aged man with three claw marks on his forehead also saw this scene, his eyes narrowed, and he kept adjusting the frequency of the whistle.
The black wood cannon beasts also began to change their positions in response to their whistles.
It's not as good as the four elders, but it's enough for eight people to control twelve cannon beasts!
Wait until the opponent appears within the sight range of the Blackwood Cannon Beast, then you can attack.
Covered by dense grass, those Baijia clan who only knew brute strength had no idea of their own attack methods.