Chapter 1618 Prelude to Upheaval

Brother Mu Fan's armor is obviously at least ten times stronger than that of Chong Zhou!

"I'll go ahead and have a look."

After speaking, Mu Fan walked to the vast grassland on the east side alone with the curved light scythe.

From the looks of it, it turned out that he planned to explore the situation ahead by himself.

It is best if there are no enemies, and if there are enemies, they will be solved together.

But when he said this, no one thought it was wrong.

Loot all over the place.

But they were all killed by Brother Mu Fan just now.

If I have such a body in the future, then the scene...

All of a sudden, everyone's breath became heavy.

But just when they were dreaming of the scene where they put on their battle armor and killed all directions, the sound of desolate horns suddenly came from afar.

"It's the retreat horn, not our tribe's."

"That is……"

"It's the Redstone Clan!?"

The chaotic voices in the crowd froze for a moment, and then yelled wildly in the next second.

"We actually won?"

The mood of the Baijia tribe continued to rise and fall like a roller coaster in just one hour. Now when they heard the final result, they began to vent their inner excitement and ecstasy crazily like passengers who were about to reach the destination.

...

On the battlefield in the distance, there were many Baijia warriors lying in disorder.

Of course, they didn't die, they were just really tired.

Because... the killing just now was so cool!

When they rushed like meteors, seeing the panic on the faces of the Redstone warriors, the refreshing feeling in their hearts was beyond words.

Alva and Isaiah panted heavily with their hands on their knees at the same time, and after looking at each other, they both burst into laughter.

"happy!"

"With this kind of killer weapon, there is nothing for us, the Baijia clan, to be afraid of."

"How many patriarchs did you kill just now?"

"I don't know if it's two hundred or three hundred... What about you?"

"Me? Hey, I'm close to four hundred."

"Stinky boy." Isaiah scolded with a smile.

After winning this defensive counterattack, the two are in a good mood.

None of the 76 [Chongzhou] fighters died, but more than 20 of them were seriously injured.

The remaining 400-man corps followed behind to pursue and suppress the scattered deserters.

This time, the Baijia tribe created a glorious record of 500 people annihilating 4,000 people, but none of them were killed in battle.

All of this comes from the armor on his body.

"It's just that the wear and tear of the tendons and strings is a bit severe. Go back and hurry up to repair it."

"It seems that we need to go to the burial ground again. The Wind Clan has sent so much Abyss Meteorite this time. This is our real brother." Isaiah murmured with emotion.

"Brother Mu Fan and Miss Nuo Nuo...we must thank them."

"Yeah, hahaha, go, go back!"

Amidst the hearty laughter, the warriors of the Baijia tribe got up one after another and walked towards the village in high spirits.

...

...

Creak, collapse!

Basil Rako, the patriarch of the Redstone Clan, pursed his lips and looked sternly, and shook his right hand violently.

The two bone balls in the palm were directly squeezed and exploded.

"The vanguard of my Redstone Clan... was completely wiped out... Good, good! Very good!"

After saying hello three times in succession, the people next to him secretly yelled badly at the same time when they saw the patriarch's cold eyes.

The patriarch was furious!

as expected.

"I want to see, who came back alive?"

Basil Rako walked up to the head of the Modo dragon with his hands behind his back, staring at the front with cold eyes.

After a few seconds, he said calmly: "Except for the last one who escaped, everyone else will be executed."

"Patriarch!"

"leader."

The people next to me were taken aback, their eyes filled with disbelief.

From a rough look, at least 200 people escaped back.

These people must know a lot of first-hand information.

Even if it is a deserter, it will bring a certain effect to the Redstone Clan.

But now, the patriarch unexpectedly issued the first order against his own fighters.

"Not going yet?"

Looking back from the front with gloomy eyes, the middle-aged man who was thinking was trembling all over his body. When Basil Rako looked away for a full ten seconds, the middle-aged man felt that he had been picked up from the death line. One life to come.

The leader is murderous!

The Redstone Clan... was defeated.

So in the eyes of the sentry of the Baijia tribe, a large number of torches began to gather together and retreat.

The grand scene of the sea of ​​fire that day finally disappeared.

...

After this completely unexpected frontal battle, compared with the high cheers of the White Jia clan, the atmosphere of the Red Stone clan was gloomy and terrifying.

4,000 people went out to fight, but they didn't even bring back their bones.

At this moment, the conflicts in the peripheral tribes are like a powder keg that has been ignited, and it will detonate in the next second.

Some people wanted to go to the patriarch Basil Rako in grief and indignation, but they were all stopped by well-trained soldiers.

After the patriarch came back, he never saw the patriarch stepping out of the conference hall.

The heavy wooden door was closed tightly, and no one dared to enter at all.

The guard captain who had just entered not long ago was directly blasted out.

The guard captain got up in a panic coughing up blood, and ran outside.

This obviously different cold atmosphere made these people shrink their necks even more.

horrible.

At this moment, the guards outside the station bowed at the same time.

The voice of "Young Patriarch" kept ringing, and the rest of the people turned their heads to look.

A young man with dark eyes casually played with the bone ball in his hand, and appeared in everyone's sight casually like this.

His hair was pulled back into braids.

As he walked, those braids flickered, adding a bit of mystery and unruly feeling to him.

"What's going on here?"

"Have you lost a battle? Huh."

Yi Zewende's voice carried a touch of disdain.

A warrior who was following back from behind bent down and bowed abruptly, "Yes, young patriarch, and just after the patriarch came back, he locked himself inside and was not allowed to enter."

He is the inside line sent by Yi Zewende among the three armies.

"oh?"

Yi Zewende's dark eyes revealed playfulness, but his voice was unusually calm.

"Then I'll go see Dad."

Rubbing the bone ball creakingly, Yi Zewende walked straight to the meeting hall.

As the figure got closer and closer to the main entrance of the hall, he began to feel a large number of complicated gazes behind him.

poor creature...

As great as I am, will I feel sad and sad for the death of you ants?

The dead people are just trading chips in exchange for rewards.

Today is a great opportunity.

Yi Zewende stopped outside the meeting hall, looked up at the red stone hall with a history of at least three hundred years, and the sneer and ridicule on his face disappeared.

In the end, it turned into humility and pushed the door open.

"The young patriarch didn't even open his mouth, so he went in?"

In the dim hall, only a few solitary oil candles were burning.

The figure of the man in the black robe stretched far away on the wall.

"Yizewende, what are you doing now?"

Basil Rako frowned, looking at Yi Zewende who was smiling in front of him.