Vol 5 Chapter 71: Father and son escape

However, as soon as the voice on the canoe fell, a sharp whistling sound came from far and near, and a spear flew suddenly from the dense grass, blasting the soil four or five meters high at the moment of landing.
The sloshing earth waves even swept across the river.
The two men avoided the spear dangerously and dangerously. Hearing the words, they turned their heads in the direction of the canoe, revealing grateful eyes, but shook their heads very firmly.
Two figures, one tall and one short, one big and one small.
The older ones are about forty years old by appearance, and the younger ones are in their early ten years old.
This seems to be the father and son who went to the distribution village to trade.
Everyone carried a big bulging pocket.
Both of them acted as vigorously as cheetahs, and they quickly dived into the grass.
"Can you two run!"
A thin and tall figure suddenly jumped into the air at a height of seven or eight meters, traversed a parabola spanning more than ten meters, and landed heavily.
boom!
The man pulled out the spear stuck in the mud and glanced sideways at the three canoes that had stopped in the river.
"The Redstone tribe has a private grievance, why, do you Qingye tribe want to help the White Jia tribe?"
The voice of Yinsi measured from far to near, the man leaped high again, and the spear he was holding in midair actually faced the canoe.
It was obvious that he had just heard the voice from the canoe.
And at this moment, behind the place where he just stood, a large sound of footsteps sounded.
Dozens of thin and cold figures rushed out of the grass at the same time, and those cold eyes looked at the canoe of the Qingye tribe one after another, with fierce gazes.
A big man over two meters tall in the canoe heard a flash of anger on the threatening face and stood up to respond.
However, an old man suddenly yelled: "Bolo, shut up!"
Then the old man got up and stood in the huge canoe and shouted to the riverside: "We are just passing by, the warriors of the Redstone Tribe."
"Humph!"
The thin man who had already jumped into the air let out a cold snort, glanced over the crowd with unkind eyes, then sank into the grass in front of him with an astonishing aura, and his voice came from far away, "The enemy's friend is the mortal enemy of my Redstone tribe!" "
"Grab the two reptiles of the Baijia tribe."
A large number of Redstone tribe fighters behind him heard the words and no longer paid attention to the Aoba tribe on the canoe.
The sound of rumbling steps followed, and the river was calm again after more than twenty seconds.
The brawny man Boluo who had just been shouted glared at the old man, "Why call me? Our Qingye tribe is not a vassal of his Redstone tribe!"
"Then you let these old, weak, sick and disabled accompany you to die? If the Redstone tribe cuts off our trade, where will our people go in exchange for salt?"
The old man asked sternly, the strong man Borona wanted to speak, but finally closed his mouth.
The Redstone tribe is too overbearing, so overbearing that you can even annex those small tribes for any reason.
As for why the Baijia tribe is being targeted...Of course they have heard about it.
Isn't there a goddess with wisdom and beauty?
Then Izewende, the son of the patriarch of the Redstone tribe, was eyeing him.
The young patriarch, who was violent and abused, didn't know how many women had been destroyed, and now he was eyeing the goddess of the Baijia tribe.
The Baijia tribe would only see the ghost if they agreed.
The lion-like man Isaiah doesn't rub the sand in his eyes!
With the soles of your feet, you can think of the result of the Redstone tribe going with the Baijia clan dignitaries.
It's just that I really didn't expect that the Redstone tribe was shameless to this point, and it was obvious that it was attacking and killing the purchaser of the Baijia tribe.
This is to force the other party to death.
The other party is in high spirits. If the Qingye tribe, whose population is now even sparser than that of the Baijia tribe, rushes forward, it is purely sending out the lives of the entire tribe.
In this perilous grassland, this kind of thing is absolutely not to be arrogant.
"Let's go! Don't mix in."
So the two sides of the three canoes began to shake the sky again, and in just three seconds they galloped on the river like an arrow from the string.
The peculiar silence of this area was restored under the gray sky.
Those plump fishes showed their heads again, and continued to eat water plants unscrupulously.
The sky is unpredictable, and the truth is before you live well.
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"Abba, huh huh... my throat hurts... my chest is about to explode."
The silhouette of the child, who was more than twice as short, said to his side breathlessly.
"I, I can't run anymore."
The two figures turned out to be a father and son.
Under the faint moonlight, the child showed a side face covered with sweat, reflecting that strong body and dark skin, it was clearly the little fat boy who was late when Wang Nuonuo was teaching.
"Enoch, didn't you think of the warriors of the tribe? Abba carried you a shoulder bag. Don't stop, don't stop!"
The middle-aged man next to him grabbed Little Fatty's shoulder bag and fought it up, his face wore a boldness that rose up when he was forced into desperation.
As a father at this time, all he can do is to lighten his son's burden in his own way.
He couldn't lose the huge pocket he was carrying.
Refined salt is the most precious material produced by the Redstone Tribe.
If the strongest person does not eat salt, the body will become weak.
What's more, there are countless star beasts in the bushes that do not know how many murderous intents there are around them.
The battle damage of the Baijia tribe has reached the moment when it must retreat.
For those new forces that will continue to fight, even if there is a shortage of salt, they must manage enough.
And Beardsley, the hunter and businessman of the White A tribe, is burdened with the important task of informing the entire tribe of materials.
If he is headstrong, then what awaits the tribe may be a disaster of destruction.
"So, we must not die, we must not fall!"
Middle-aged Beardsley can only continue to cheer for his son.
The family of the Baijia tribe is waiting for them.
The goddess Xiao Wang, the gift from the heavens to the tribe, must not be tainted by the of Yize Wende.
Whoosh!
Suddenly there was a sound of breaking through the air behind his head.
Beardsley hurriedly stepped away, and when he was about to look back, he happened to see another spear falling silently towards the little fat man from the corner of his eye.
Beardsley's eyes were red.
This kind of silent throwing spear can only be thrown by the Udan Spearman of the Redstone Tribe.
And Udan Spearman’s habit of dispatching...
Never keep alive.
This is the case with the spear rushing towards the head of the little fat Enoch.
In less than a second, as long as it hits, the body of the little fat man will be penetrated instantly.
At this moment, Beardsley made a quicker move even though he was carrying a double weight.
He slammed into the side, and Enok was caught off guard and was rushed into the air. When he landed, there was a clear voice in his ears at the same time...
puff!
That is the sound of a spear piercing through the body~EbookFREE.me~Go...Ah! "
Beardsley spouted blood and clasped the spear with one hand... and pulled it out suddenly.
The middle-aged man dashed forward.
Even if his vision was getting blurred, Beardsley didn't even think of a decadent thought.
The symptoms of dizziness caused by blood loss finally showed up.
But even so, Beardsley did not slow down a bit.
"Enoch, if Abba dies... don't collect the body from Abba, you keep running, don't stop."
"Go, go around three more rivers and you will be there!"
Beardsley's face seemed to flash with a gleam.