Chapter 1611 The Great War Begins (4 More)

Especially after being stared at by those slightly red eyes, I feel even colder all over.

"He went to contact the Heishui and Qingya tribes, and it should be time to return today."

Hearing the reports from the people around him, Basil Rako lowered his eyelids and didn't speak again, but the servants who answered the conversation were terrified.

Those in positions of authority are uncertain.

This is the portrayal of the mood of the person who answered at the moment.

God knows why the patriarch suddenly started paying attention to his eldest son.

And the most important thing is that the young patriarch Yizwende, whose temperament has begun to change, has a gloomy and terrifying temperament, and is even more fearsome than the patriarch in their hearts.

"Black water... Green teeth..."

Tapping rhythmically with his fingers on the deputy hand of the bone chair, Basil Rako stood up slowly.

With a height of 2 meters, his figure is obviously bigger than the people around him, but he is far less shocking than the Baijia people.

A thick black cloak covered the whole body, and a pair of long and narrow scarlet eyes narrowed, staring calmly ahead.

At the end of the line of sight is the mighty sea of ​​torches.

Kill the chicken with a sledgehammer.

"Saul, do you think he is still my heir, Basil Rako..."

The patriarch of the Red Stone Clan suddenly said such a sentence for no reason, and a middle-aged man in a red robe next to him suddenly had panic on his face.

"Of course he is the inheritance of your noble blood. After all, the young eagle will leave the eagle's wings. In my opinion, the young patriarch is a sign that he is about to soar 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 the actions of this heir, even I can't understand now."

A faint soliloquy echoed in his ears, and the red-robed man named Saul bent his waist lower, and hurriedly replied: "Your wisdom is as vast as the stars, and Saul is dull, unable to guess the relationship between you and the young patriarch. Behavior."

"He's trying to prove to me... He can't wait just because I, Basil Laco, are still in this position?"

Hearing this, Sol raised his head in astonishment, hearing what the patriarch meant, could he already be dissatisfied with the young patriarch?

Basil Raco looked down at his side, and that falcon-like gaze instantly made a fine layer of sweat form on Sol's forehead.

Suddenly Basil laughed, and the haze that had shrouded the air earlier was swept away.

"What are you worried about? I'm just thinking, in this case, what he wants to do has not been completed, and my eagle, which is not yet old, should fight for him again."

"The Baijia clan, this wild bull on the grassland who doesn't know how to advance or retreat really doesn't know how high the sky is and the earth is thick."

The voice turned cold, and the kindness and kindness that Basil had shown just now disappeared in an instant, replaced by a cold killing intent.

"The four beast-controlling elders are not here, so let their heirs fight the first battle. Pass the order, Sol."

After lightly instructing, Basil Lako calmly sat back on the spot.

A thick cloak wrapped his whole body, and the black feathers on the edges covered his face, making it difficult to see his eyes clearly.

Saul heaved a sigh of relief in his heart, so he would not be foolish to believe what Basil Rako said just now.

On the grassland, the strongest is king.

So for most races, every iteration of power will be accompanied by bloody winds.

Even the biological father and son are the same!

Obviously, the patriarch is afraid of the young patriarch.

The attack on the Baijia tribe this time is obviously a declaration and warning of the previous actions of the young patriarch Yi Zewende.

At least for now, the Redstone Clan is still his Basil Rako's Redstone Clan.

This time, the patriarch personally supervised the battle, and two of the three main battle groups of the Redstone Clan came out.

Over ten thousand main combat troops!

Compared with the poor number of fighters of the Baijia tribe.

Even if the Red Stone Clan is flooded with a sea of ​​people, it can completely drown the Baijia Clan.

There was no such fanfare before, it was nothing more than considering gains and losses.

The failure of the young patriarch's little move now clearly gave Basil Rako a reason to send troops.

【Eagle is not old yet...】

With a sigh in his heart, Saul threw away all other thoughts and took off the carapace hanging from his waist.

"Woo~~~"

The desolate horn sounded.

The voice was deep and powerful, and it was transmitted ten thousand meters away with penetrating power.

3000 meters ahead 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 charged across the air.

A red stone slab engraved with a goshawk totem fell into the palm of the hand.

【Patriarch order】!

"Lord Basil's order."

The middle-aged man with three claw marks on his forehead looked to the side, and evil spirits began to appear in his eyes.

"The time has come for our Redstone Beast Control lineage to avenge our shame!"

A cruel voice sounded, and the eyes of the other seven middle-aged people of similar ages revealed a fierce look at the same time.

"Call out the rest of the Blackwood Cannon Beasts!"

The index fingers of the eight people who were wearing the bone rings were simultaneously bent and brought to their lips.

The sharp and weird tones began to reappear.

The land in front of them began to rise suddenly, and there was a muffled sound.

One end, two ends...

A total of twelve fat lizard-like black wooden cannon beasts emerged from the ground.

This is the last remaining strategic weapon of the Redstone Clan.

If it weren't for the death of the elders of the four beast-controlling beasts, even the Redstone tribe would not know that there would be so many terrifying black wood cannon beasts in their tribe.

The whistling whistle kept ringing, and these bloated guys began to twist their bodies reluctantly, aligning their bulging backs to the front.

"All don't act rashly."

"Wait for the group of white-armored guys with brains full of muscles to rush over, let the Black Wood Cannon Beast attack."

"The formation spread out."

The Redstone warriors around him have their own unique way of conveying information.

In just over ten seconds, the sea of ​​torches that originally merged into one piece separated to both sides.

Looking down from mid-air, it is easy to see that this is a huge fan.

A fan-shaped position specially vacated for the Blackwood Cannon Beast.

"Perform distance control."

"Those stupid bulls are charging here."

"Hahaha, are there only so few people?"

Several captains of the vanguard army looked at each other with grim smiles on their faces.

In the previous small-scale conflicts, they admitted that they really couldn't beat the Baijia tribe, but what about now?

The Redstone Clan directly dispatched two main corps.

Army of Udan Spears and Redstone Spikes!

The middle-aged man with three claw marks on his forehead also saw this scene, narrowed his eyes, and kept adjusting the frequency of the whistle.

Those black wood cannon beasts also began to change their directions with their whistles.

Not at the level of the four elders, but it is enough for eight people to control twelve cannon beasts!

Wait until the opponent appears within the line of sight of the Blackwood Cannon Beast, then it can attack.

With the cover of dense grass, those Baijia people who only know brute force don't know their own attack methods at all.