Chapter 1557 Red Meteorite

Fatty Enoch wiped away his tears, gritted his teeth and nodded heavily.

A look of relief flashed across Beardsley's face, the little guy became more and more sensible.

The Baijia Tribe does not need useless bravery, but people who can fight and sacrifice for this group!

Today, his Beardsley mission was nearly complete.

three rivers...

Before the blood runs out, enough is enough!

At this moment, the middle-aged man only felt another burst of strength emanating from his body out of thin air.

His stooped body straightened out again.

The speed of the father and son did not decrease but increased!

A few seconds later, the tall and thin man from the Redstone tribe appeared in the area where the two had just stood. Behind him, two warriors with red oil paint on their faces followed, each with six spears tied to their backs.

These two people are the Udan Spearmen of the Redstone Tribe.

"Hey... want to run back?"

A sinister voice sounded, and the leader leaned over and took out a little mud with his fingers and sniffed it. His narrow, cold eyes looked in one direction.

"Chase! Get pierced by Udan's spear, let's see how long you can last."

The sound of a large area of ​​grass lodging behind him sounded, and the Redstone Guards responded with a bang.

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The wind is getting faster and faster.

He didn't know whether it was because of his speed to a certain extent, or because of the excessive blood loss, Beardsley seemed to be unable to hear the sound of chasing after him.

"Enoch, we have already got rid of them, right? Hehe, your father is very powerful, right..."

There was a feeble laugh, and Beardsley was paler now.

Enoch raised his head with tears streaming down his face, looking at his father's weak but pretending to be strong face, with his voice stuck in his throat, he nodded heavily.

"Well, father! We're almost there, you have to hold on."

"Hey, what is this distance... Back then, your father hiked through the entire grassland alone, and reached a farther area. The tribe there was several times larger than the Redstone tribe. They all praised my strength. ,Hahaha……"

Just when the strong man was laughing loudly, when the third river was close at hand, when the smart and sensible Enoch was calling his father's attention to keep him from closing his eyes...

Beardsley slumped to the ground, his burly body falling heavily into the mud.

"Daddy!"

The shrill sound sounded, and the birds tens of meters away were instantly amazed.

The dark, fat man threw himself next to Beardsley in an instant, with tears streaming down his face, he desperately shook off the two big sacks of salt, and then dragged Beardsley's arm to lift it up.

He was strong enough to lift Beardsley.

It's just that Beardsley's body was too burly, so burly that Enoch could only keep his father's body from lying on the ground even if he stood up completely.

"Let's go! It's almost there, wake up Dad!"

"Woo woo woo~"

At this moment, 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 good.

Just two seconds later, a burst of laughter broke out hundreds of meters behind him.

The leader of the Redstone Guard who jumped onto a low slope had a face full of mockery at the moment.

The Redstone tribe prides themselves on being the falcons of the sky, and their eyesight is the best on this grassland.

What caught in the pupils at this moment was the back of the little fat man running desperately with his father on his shoulders.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

"The big guy has fallen, and there is only one little bastard left."

The leader sneered and shouted loudly: "It's time to hunt now, abuse your prey to your heart's content!"

"Aww~~"

A strange call sounded from behind.

The dozen or so Wu Dan spearmen began to rush forward crazily, their eyes flushed with excitement, as if they had been injected with chicken blood.

Seeing the crazy and tyrannical looks of his subordinates, the leader put on a bloodthirsty smile, licked the corner of his mouth lightly, grabbed a little red rock powder from his belt with his right hand, and wiped three bloodstains on his cheek.

This represents the moment when the hunter is about to catch the prey, which is the glory mark of the tribe!

He, the blood-stained warrior of the Redstone Tribe, Hawthorne!

It's about to kill the prey, huh...

The legs are slightly pressed, and the muscles are charged to the extreme.

However, just when he was about to jump down, a little red light suddenly flashed from the corner of his eye.

Hawthorn raised his head subconsciously.

In the gray sky, next to the two crescent moons hanging high, a red dot was getting bigger and bigger.

The fiery red light trail directly pulled out a long tail in the dark sky.

Another meteorite fell from the sky.

He stopped, ready to watch for two seconds to figure out where the meteorite fell.

You know, bringing back a huge extraterrestrial meteorite for the tribe is far more meritorious than capturing the businessmen of two hostile tribes!

However, when the "red meteor" became bigger and bigger in the field of vision, his pupils gradually shrank to the size of a pinprick, and then all the hairs on his body stood up.

The point where the red "meteor" fell was clearly their area!

He tore 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 bang, it descended from the sky.

call……

The sound of airflow just sounded.

That huge red light has crashed into the third river ahead.

Hum...boom!

Everyone's eardrums popped heavily.

At this moment, the originally calm water surface was blown up by huge waves nearly 100 meters high.

Mud, water 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 couldn't hold on to the sudden increase in momentum anymore, and the two of them were instantly slapped to the ground.

The Udan spearman from the Redstone Tribe raised his head just now, and saw the mud storm sweeping from mid-air.

Without anyone's order, these people all fell to the ground in an instant.

Hawthorn folded his arms by his side, and was pushed back three meters on the low slope before stopping.

When he lowered his arms, the corners of his mouth were grinning to its fullest.

"It's true, the heavens favored me, hahaha!"

The wild laughter echoed unscrupulously in this grassland.

...

...

A fiery meteor fell from the sky.

People from other tribes on this vast grassland just looked up for two seconds and stopped paying attention.

The meteorite did not fall within their territory, so it was destined to miss them.

This kind of thing is all a gift from God.

But not far from the "meteorite" crash, the three canoes that resumed their rowing stopped at this time.

Because the rumbling sound from behind just now made it impossible not to pay attention, and the falling point of the "meteorite" was too close.

"Meteorite fell behind! Let's carry it!"

The 2-meter tall Han Boluo who spoke before spoke excitedly at this time, but before he could say the next sentence, he was interrupted by the old man.

"No! Don't forget, the Redstone Guard just went there!"

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