Vol 5 Chapter 133: Prologue to the upheaval

The armor on Brother Mu Fan is obviously at least ten times stronger than Chongzhou!
"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 sickle blade.
It seemed that he was actually planning to explore the situation ahead on his own.
If there is no enemy, it is best, if there is an enemy, then it will be solved together.
But when he said this, no one felt wrong.
Spoils all over the floor.
But they were all killed by Brother Mu Fan just now.
If I have this one in the future, then the scene...
For a while, everyone's sniffs became heavy.
But just as they were looking forward to the scene of putting on their armor to kill the Quartet, the desolate horn suddenly came from afar.
"It's the horn of retreat, not of our tribe."
"That is……"
"It's the Redstone Clan!?"
The cluttered voice in the crowd stagnated at first, and then suddenly screamed and howled in an instant.
"We won?"
The mood of the Baijia tribe people kept ups and downs like a roller coaster in this short hour. At this moment, when they heard the final result, they began to vent their excitement and ecstasy like a passenger about to reach the end.
...
On the battlefield in the distance, many soldiers of the Baijia tribe lay all over the place.
Of course, they are not dead, but they are really tired.
Because... it was so cool just to kill!
When they hit like a meteor, seeing the panic on the faces of the Redstone Warriors, the refreshing feeling in their hearts was beyond words to describe.
Alva and Isaiah panted with both hands on their knees at the same time, and after looking at each other, they both laughed.
"happy!"
"With this kind of killer, what else is there to fear from the Bai Jia clan."
"How many patriarchs did you kill just now?"
"I don't know if two hundred or three hundred... how about you?"
"Me? Hey, I'm close to four hundred."
"Smelly boy." Isaiah scolded with a smile.
After winning this defensive counterattack, the two are in a good mood.
None of the 76 soldiers died, but more than 20 of them were seriously injured.
The remaining 400-man corps followed behind to chase and suppress the scattered deserters.
This time, the Baijia tribe created a brilliant record of 500 people and 4,000 people wiped out.
All of this comes from the armor on the body.
"It's just that the tendons are worn out a bit badly. Go back and seize the time to repair it."
"It looks like we need to go to the Burial Ground again. The Wind Clan has sent so much abyssal meteorite this time. This is our true brother." Isaiah murmured with emotion.
"Brother Mu Fan and Miss Nuonuo...We must thank them."
"Yeah, hahaha, go, go back!"
In the cheerful laughter, the soldiers of the Baijia tribe got up one after another and walked towards the village in high spirits.
...
...
Creak, collapse!
Basil Lakuo, the patriarch of the Redstone clan, pursed his lips and looked sternly, and shook his right hand sharply.
The two bone in the palm were directly pinched.
"My redstone clan's vanguard army... was completely destroyed... OK, OK! Very good!"
After saying good three times in succession, the person next to him saw the patriarch's cold eyes, and at the same time he cried out badly.
The patriarch is furious!
as predicted.
"I want to see, who is back alive?"
Basil Lakuo walked to the head of the Modo dragon with his hands held down, and stared coldly forward.
After a few seconds, he said faintly: "Except for the last one who escaped, all the rest will be executed."
"Patriarch!"
"leader."
The few people next to him were taken aback, their eyes revealed incredible.
At a glance, at least 200 people had escaped.
These people must know a lot of first-hand information.
Even deserters will bring a certain effect to the redstone clan.
However, now, the patriarch even gave the first order against his fighters.
"Not going yet?"
Looking back from the front with a cold gaze, the thinking middle-aged man was full of agitation. When Basil Lakuo's gaze retracted for a full ten seconds, the middle-aged man felt like he was picked up from the death line. One life comes.
The leader is murderous!
The Redstones...failed miserably.
So in the eyes of the Baijia clan's sentry, a large number of torches began to regroup and retreat.
The grand scene of the fire that day finally disappeared.
...
After this completely unexpected frontal battle, compared with the high cheers of the Baijia tribe, the atmosphere of the Redstone tribe was gloomy and terrifying.
4000 people went on the expedition but did not even bring back their bones.
At this moment, the conflict in the peripheral tribes is like a ignited powder magazine, which will detonate in the next second.
Some people desperately wanted to find the patriarch Basil Rako, but they were all blocked by well-trained soldiers.
After the patriarch came back, he never saw the patriarch step out of the conference hall again.
The heavy wooden door was closed tightly, no one dared to enter.
The captain of the guard who had just entered not long ago was directly blown out.
The captain of the guard coughed up blood and got up in panic, and ran out.
This obviously different cold atmosphere made these people shrink their necks.
so horrible.
At this moment, the guards outside the station bowed at the same time.
The voices of "Young Patriarchs" kept ringing~EbookFREE.me~ The others turned their heads to look.
A young man with a gloomy look casually played with the bone ball in his hand, and appeared casually in everyone's sight.
His hair was gathered behind his head and tied into strands of braids.
The braids flickered as he walked, adding a bit of mystery and unruly feeling to him.
"What's wrong?"
"Did you lose the battle? Huh."
Izewende's voice was slightly disdainful.
A soldier who followed and returned from the back slammed down and bowed, "Yes, the young patriarch, and the patriarch just came back and shut himself in, so he is not allowed to enter."
He is the inside line of the Izewende sent in the three legions.
"Oh?"
Ize Wende's eyes were playful, but his voice was unusually calm.
"Then I will go see Abba."
Shaking the bone ball creakingly, Ize Wende walked straight to the conference hall.
As the figure got closer to the main entrance of the hall, he began to feel the complex gaze behind him.
Inferior creatures...
As great as I am, will you be sad and sad for the death of you ants?
The dead are merely trading chips in exchange for rewards.
Today is a great opportunity.
Izewende stopped outside the conference hall and looked up at this redstone hall with a history of at least 300 years. The sneer and mockery on his face disappeared.
Finally turned into humility and pushed in.
"The young patriarch didn't even speak, just 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 on the wall.
"Iseven, are you doing something right now?"
Basil Rakuo frowned and looked at Izewende who was smiling before him.