The armor on the Mu Fan brothers is obviously at least ten times stronger than Chongzhou's!
"I'll go take a look at the front."
After saying that, Mu Fan walked alone to the vast grassland on the east side with the Curved Light Scythe in hand.
It seems that he actually plans to explore the situation ahead on his own.
It's best if there are no enemies. If there are enemies, just deal with them all.
But when he said this, no one thought it was inappropriate.
Loot all over the floor.
But they were all killed by the Mu Fan brothers just now.
If I have such a body in the future, that scene...
For a moment, everyone's breathing became heavier.
But just when they were looking forward to the scene of putting on their armor and killing everyone, the sound of desolate horns suddenly came from the distance.
"It's the horn sound of retreat, not from our tribe."
"That's..."
"Is it the Red Stone Clan!?"
The chaotic voices in the crowd were stagnant at first, and then started shouting and howling like crazy the next second.
"We actually won?"
The mood of the Baijia people was like a roller coaster in just one hour. When they heard the final result, they started to frantically vent their inner excitement and ecstasy like passengers about to reach the end.
…
On the battlefield in the distance, there were many White Armor warriors lying in various directions.
Of course, they didn't die, they were just exhausted.
Because... the killing just now was so satisfying!
When they attacked like meteors, they saw the panic on the faces of the Red Stone Tribe warriors, and the feeling of joy in their hearts was simply difficult to describe in words.
Alva and Isaiah put their hands on their knees and gasped loudly at the same time. After looking at each other, they both laughed.
"happy!"
"With this kind of killing weapon, what else do we, the Baijia Clan, have to fear?"
"How many did you kill just now, patriarch?"
"I don't know if it's two hundred or three hundred...what about you?"
"Me? Hehe, I'm approaching four hundred."
"You brat." Isaiah laughed and scolded.
After winning this defensive counterattack, the two of them were in a good mood.
None of the 76 [Chongzhou] warriors died, but more than 20 of them were seriously injured.
The remaining 400-man regiment followed behind to pursue the scattered deserters.
This time, the White Armor clan created a brilliant record of annihilating 500 people and wiping out 4,000 people without losing any of them themselves.
All this comes from the armor on the body.
"It's just that the tendons and strings are severely damaged, so I'll seize the time to repair them when I go back."
"It seems that we need to go to the burial ground again. The Wind Clan actually sent so much Abyss Meteor Gold this time. These are our true brothers." Isaiah murmured with emotion.
"Brother Mu Fan and Miss Nuo Nuo...we must thank them."
"Yeah, hahaha, let's go back!"
Amidst the hearty laughter, the soldiers of the Baijia tribe got up one after another and walked towards the village in high spirits.
…
…
Creak, crash!
Basil Lakuo, the leader of the Red Stone Clan, pursed his lips and looked sinisterly, and clenched his right hand violently.
The two bone balls in the palm of his hand were crushed directly.
"The vanguard of our Red Stone Clan... was completely wiped out... Good, good! Very good!"
After saying "good" three times in succession, the people next to him saw the cold eyes of the patriarch and secretly said "bad" in their hearts.
The patriarch was furious!
As expected.
"I want to see who comes back alive?"
Basil Lakuo walked to the head of the Modo monitor with his hands behind his back, staring ahead with cold eyes.
After a few seconds, he said calmly: "Except for the last one who escaped, all the others will be executed."
"Clan leader!"
"leader."
Several people nearby were stunned, with disbelief in their eyes.
A rough look shows that at least 200 people escaped.
These people must know a lot of first-hand information.
Even if they are deserters, they will have a certain effect on the Red Stone Clan.
However, now, the patriarch actually issued the first order targeting his own soldiers.
"Still not going?"
The cold eyes looked back from the front, and the middle-aged man who was thinking was shocked. When Basil Lakuo looked back for ten seconds, the middle-aged man felt that he had been rescued from the brink of death.
A life comes.
The leader is murderous!
The Red Stone Tribe... was defeated miserably.
So in the eyes of the sentinels of the Baijia Clan, large numbers of torches began to gather together and retreat back.
The magnificent scene of the sea of fire that day finally disappeared.
…
After this head-on battle, which was completely beyond expectations, compared with the high-pitched cheers of the White-armored tribe, the atmosphere of the Red Stone tribe was gloomy and terrifying.
4,000 men went to war but not even a body was brought back.
At this moment, the conflicts among the peripheral tribes are like a ignited gunpowder magazine, which will explode in the next second.
Some people wanted to go to the patriarch Basil Laqua in grief and anger, but they were all blocked by well-trained soldiers.
After returning from the clan leader, I never saw the clan leader step out of the meeting hall again.
The heavy wooden door was closed tightly, and no one dared to enter.
The guard captain who had just entered not long ago was directly blown out.
The guard captain coughed up blood and got up in panic and ran outside.
This obviously different and cold atmosphere made these people shrink even more.
It's too scary.
At this moment, the guards outside the station bowed at the same time.
The voice of "Young Patriarch" kept ringing out, and the rest of the people turned their heads to look.
A young man with sinister eyes casually played with the bone ball in his hand, and appeared in the crowd's sight casually.
His hair was pushed back and tied into braids.
Those braids swayed as he walked, adding a bit of mystery and unruly feeling to him.
"What's going on?"
"Are you defeated? Ha."
Izavande's voice contained a touch of disdain.
A warrior who followed back from behind suddenly bent down and bowed, "Yes, young patriarch, and the patriarch just locked himself in there after he came back, and he is not allowed to enter."
He is the insider sent by Izavande to install among the three legions.
"oh?"
There was amusement in Izewende's sinister eyes, but his voice was unusually calm.
"Then I'll go see my dad."
Rubbing the bone balls with a creaking sound, Izewende walked straight towards the conference hall.
As the figure got closer and closer to the main entrance of the hall, he began to feel the complicated gazes behind him.
Inferior creatures...
As great as I am, will I feel sad and sad about the death of ants like you?
The dead people are just trading chips in exchange for rewards.
Today is a good opportunity.
Izewander stopped outside the conference hall and looked up at the red stone hall, which was at least three hundred years old. The sneer and ridicule on his face disappeared.
In the end, I turned into humility and pushed the door open.
"The young patriarch went in without even opening a word?"
In the dim hall, only a few lonely oil candles were burning.
The figure of the man in black robe stretched far away on the wall.
"Ezwende, are you okay now?"
Basil Laqua frowned and looked at Izavande, who was smiling in front of him.