Chapter 1552 Stop Dreaming

At this moment, the roar of the lion-like man on the west side of the village resounded through the sky, even suppressing the howls of the star beasts here.

"The brave men of the Baijia tribe... how could they be knocked down by sneak attack!"

boom!

boom!

Bombardment sounds like explosions resounded one after another.

Nuo Nuo, who turned around to look, could even see a dozen or so figures who were blown into the air at this moment, as well as the blood mist sprayed in the air.

The battle in the western part of the village became fierce in an instant.

And a hundred meters away from the tribe's main entrance, Alva, a burly figure covered in blood, slammed away an iron-clad mountain beast in front of him, and turned his head abruptly.

"Patriarch!!"

"Uncle Isaiah!"

"Master Patriarch!"

At this moment, thousands of people exclaimed at the same time.

"Stay here, I'll help him!" Alva roared angrily, and strode out towards the west side of the tribe.

When the whole person sprints, he is like a violent war bear. Every time he steps on the ground, a huge depression with a diameter of more than two meters will sink.

Boom, boom, boom!

At this moment, the rhinoceros leather war drum of the Baijia tribe rang loudly.

All people, men and women, young and old, are all excited for the warriors who protect the tribe.

...

"Isaiah, the wild beast, has gone crazy. Come on, everyone, it will consume him to death."

"Hurry up, there are reinforcements over there... ah!"

A figure violently swung a heavy ax and slashed down.

Alva, who was holding a bone-gold battle ax, split a Redstone warrior who was about to attack Isaiah from behind with an axe, and instantly hot blood rose several meters high.

"Uncle Isaiah!"

Alva saw more than a dozen blood holes bubbling on Isaiah's body, his eyes turned red instantly, and he raised his head ferociously.

"You bastards of the Redstone Tribe, your opponent is me."

"Stinky boy, what kind of injury is this, hahaha." Isaiah laughed wantonly, randomly pulled out a crossbow bolt that had sunk deep into his shoulder, and blasted the other sneak attacker with a backhand hammer. That domineering arrogance made the movements of the Redstone warriors freeze for an instant.

"Lord Basham, he is too strong, he shows no signs of exhaustion at all!"

Seeing that the surrounding companions had killed or injured more than 80 people in just a few minutes of fighting, someone finally couldn't stand up.

Basham's eyes were sinister, he hid at the outermost edge of the battle situation, even if he just made a sound, he used the horn of a bull to disguise it.

After seeing another five clansmen being smashed and hacked to death, the resentment in Basham's eyes was finally forcibly suppressed, "The sneak attack failed, retreat, our crossbow bolts are poisoned, come back tomorrow! I want Isaiah Watching in despair his people become our slaves."

The horn of the bull blew again.

Isaiah and Alva, who were fighting bloody battles, felt the pressure around them lighten at the same time.

"Uncle Isaiah, you go back to the village first, I'll kill Basham." Alva looked at the vast rolling grass in the distance with engraved hatred in his eyes.

"No." Isaiah's thick palm clasped Alva's shoulder, and just as he was about to speak, he spat out a mouthful of red and purple blood.

Isaiah's complexion began to turn abnormally pale. He looked at Alvan's young face and shook his head slightly.

The anger in Alva's brain began to recede gradually, and he glanced at the battlefield.

From a rough look, at least 60 people from the Redstone Tribe died, but their Baijia Tribe also killed 20 people...

The remaining ten people were also covered in scars and almost couldn't stand upright.

"Let's go back!"

Alva gritted his teeth and choked up, holding Isaiah's burly body and rushing towards the tribe like crazy.

"The patriarch was injured by a poisonous arrow, come and detoxify!"

"Miss Nunuo who has the wisdom of stars, please save Uncle Isaiah."

Seeing the increasingly pale gray on Isaiah's face, Nuo Nuo bit her lip and nodded heavily.

"My medical knowledge is limited, but I have a serum here, Uncle Isaiah, you must hold on."

"Hey, I can't die." Isaiah grinned weakly, and with a smile, the burly body softened and fell forward.

"Patriarch!"

"Patriarch."

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...

Two hundred thousand kilometers away from the boundless black storm, the tail of that huge prismatic warship was filled with huge spore bubbles one after another.

Standing on the mobile observation platform, Job and Luke, the high-purity members of the Saint Luo tribe, carefully watched the slightly trembling giant spore bubbles, and the expressions on their faces finally stopped being anxious.

A full eleven hours have passed, all the spore repair bubbles have been cultivated, and the next step is to wait for the last hour.

After the bred nano-robots complete the basic repair of the two sets of damaged engines, they can leave this damn place.

The tall and thin captain Job kept flicking the crystal ball on the top of the columnar console in front of him with one hand.

This small observation deck with a diameter of only about five meters undulates around the battleship, and the more he looks at it, the more heartbroken he is, but Job still watches his battleship with the pain in his heart, constantly calculating how many seats will be consumed for maintenance.

【This probably needs... 50 million... No, at least 150 million shillings. My heart... OMG! 】

Job's handsome face was already squeezed into a ball at this time, the wriggling Saint Lo's blood was almost spurting from the eye sockets, the maintenance cost of the larger the battleship was more expensive.

Xi Ling is the hard currency of the Saint Luo universe!

For the common people at the bottom, just one order is enough for them to live for two days.

150 million shillings, that's just... alas!

Job sighed unwillingly and helplessly.

No way, he only has this battleship.

The Windchaser, but his last glory as a high-purity man.

Deputy Captain Luke helplessly covered his head.

His heart aches, but compared to Job, he is more rational. As long as the inheritance is still there, the money will eventually be earned back in the future.

"Alas, I suddenly remembered the hunting notice of Cameron's garrison... 300 million shillings." Job murmured beside him with emotion.

"Okay, wake up, stop dreaming. The Cameron garrison is playing people as fools. The exact coordinates need to be verified."

"A wanted person of this level will honestly stay in one place and wait for the army to come? The potential meaning of this S-level notice is to let us trap the other party. What a joke, we can't afford to mess with the person of the A-level notice. "Luke interrupted his companion's soliloquy angrily.

"Not to mention the one-in-a-trillion chance of discovery."

After speaking, Luke began to look at their battleship intently.

However, a few seconds later, Luke found that he rarely heard Job's complaint reply, but instead his arm was tightly clenched.

The sound of rattling teeth rang in my ears.

"What are you doing!? Job!" Luke turned around and said dissatisfied.

Then when he saw the direction Job was staring at with his mouth wide open... all his expressions were completely frozen on his face, and then he slapped himself on the face.