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Chapter 66 Clan Fighting

"Clan leader!"

"Clan leader, your wound..."

The surrounding Baijia people gathered around them instantly, unable to hide the worry on their faces. .

"This little wound is not enough to make me, Isaiah, fall." The lion-like man's voice stirred among the tribe, and he strode out of the village.

There, Alva was leading the wolf armor group to fight against the remnants of the beast tide.

The body of that extremely masculine young man was covered with scars.

A black star wolf with a height of more than 2 meters rushed toward him. A flash of silver light suddenly appeared. The wolf let out a miserable howl, and its huge head was chopped off with an axe.

"Alva! You, the son of the starry sky of the White Armor Tribe, can you last another half a star?"

"Hey~" An unruly long hair was tossed with sweat and blood. Alva raised the corner of his mouth with a clear arc and laughed heartily, "Uncle Isaiah, you finally admit that I am the son of the starry sky."

"Since I am the son of the starry sky... wouldn't it look down on me too much for half a star!"

Alva's blazing gaze swept across the slim figure standing on the high wall.

"Girl Nuonuo, I will prove to you that under this starry sky, only I am worthy of you." Alva expressed his love unabashedly. On this bloody battlefield, he was unscrupulous.

Demonstrating his dominance as the strongest man.

"You bastard." Isaiah nonchalantly took the herb handed to him by his tribe and stuffed it into his abdomen, blocking the huge blood hole. He laughed and cursed, "Then I'll go meet those Red Stone Tribe people.

It’s a mess.”

At this moment, a shadow suddenly fell over the girl's head, and a sharp scream resounded over the tribe.

The girl suddenly raised her head, revealing her bright and charming face. In her pupils, a giant raptor creature with a body length of more than ten meters was swooping down quickly.

With eyes full of worry fixed in her eyes, the frozen girl... turned out to be Nuo Nuo, who was already regarded as a goddess in the Baijia tribe.

The next second, the claws had penetrated within one meter in front of her eyes, and could hold her head with just a slight hook.

But at this moment, a white light flashed like a cannonball from below.

Boom!

In the huge impact, the head of the raptor was smashed with a hammer!

Without even wailing, the heavy corpse was knocked out of the high wall diagonally.

A burly figure landed heavily on the high wall, casually pulled out the bone hammer on the wall, and looked at the girl with loving eyes, "As long as the warriors of our Baijia tribe are still alive, I will not let you, Mr. Wang, suffer any harm."

harm."

"How about it? I, Isaiah's body is still the same as before!"

The lion-like middle-aged man beat his chest loudly.

"Warriors of the tribe, follow me to the west to attack!"

As the patriarch Isaiah raised his arms and shouted, thirty majestic warriors wearing animal skins and blood plasma came out in response.

This small team immediately took great strides and rushed towards the west side.

At this moment, the morale of the Baijia tribe reached its peak.

However, Nuo Nuo, who was sheltered from the high wall, did not reduce the worry in her eyes.

The whole tribe is so friendly, and everyone is trying their best to guard and protect her.

The people here possess ridiculously strong strength and optimistic spirit.

It's just that their population base is too small, so small that Nuo Nuo can pronounce the names of every dead soldier...

Just a few days ago, those people were sitting around drinking and eating meat.

But now he can only sleep in the earth forever.

Patriarch Isaiah is indeed strong and a man worthy of being called a god of war on the battlefield.

It's just... with Nuo Nuo's eyesight, how could he not see that Uncle Isaiah was clearly holding on.

For tribes that believe in the totem of power, the most powerful leader is often the belief and soul of all tribesmen.

Therefore, Isaiah will never back down at this time when warriors are most needed to fight.

Just keep fighting like this...

Even the Iron Man will collapse!

In the most primitive environment, everything is about survival.

These simple people give Nuo Nuo a kind of spiritual baptism and shock all the time.

"They are as willful as you, big bear." Nuo Nuo bit her lip, pushed away the guards around her, ran towards the children, and quickly processed the medical gauze with the others.

This was something Nuo Nuo taught these people temporarily.

When Nuo Nuo expected it would only last three minutes.

The west side of the tribe instantly erupted with shocking shouts of killing, which were also mixed with Isaiah's iconic roar.

The earth was shaking and blood was splashing.

The hidden troops of the Red Stone Tribe never expected that these White Armor warriors, who were trying their best to resist the beast tide, would still have the energy to come and provoke them.

Moreover, there are obviously only more than thirty White Armor warriors, and their combat effectiveness is simply terrifying.

A red stone warrior with four blood lines engraved on his forehead held a meteorite heavy ax and jumped up to nearly eight meters in the air, slashing down heavily.

However, Isaiah hit him with a backhand.

boom!

There was even a clearly visible shock wave in the air.

The battle ax in the red stone warrior's hand was instantly knocked away, and the moment the heavy hammer landed on his body, his chest was smashed into minced meat.

"Basham, you coward, get out of here!"

The sound was deafening.

A thin middle-aged man with two mustaches popped up with a head behind the elite Redstone warriors and shouted sharply: "Isaiah, you actually attacked my Redstone guards, you are doomed."

It’s over, you people from the Baijia Tribe are all dead!”

"Momojiji is like a woman. If you step into the hunting area of ​​my Baijia tribe, I, Isaiah, will kill you."

boom!

The heavy hammer fell to the ground, as if a bomb exploded, causing waves of dust to rise more than six meters high.

The Baijia tribe had no intention of trying to reason with the other party at this moment. They had already fought bloody battles!

When Basham saw this scene, he knew that his ambush might have been completely exposed.

Therefore, the Red Stone Tribe finally stopped hiding its intentions and finally began to show its fangs.

Two entire centurions were fully engaged in the battle.

Fights to annex tribes are as common on this wild planet as eating and drinking.

But obviously, the Baijia Tribe is a very hard rock.

Compared to the red stone tribe warriors who were a head shorter in height, the strength of the white-armored warriors was as terrifying as a rhinoceros.

Basham swallowed, and finally did not dare to step forward to confront Isaiah. As he raised his palms behind him, a row of thin red stone hunters took out their own bones and steel mixed weapons.

Complete crossbow.

As the crossbow arrows were placed on the bowstring, the arrows were pointed at the melee crowd.

Basham clenched his fist again and again, and at some point, the arm that was lying across his side was suddenly cut off!

"shoot!"

Boom, boom, boom, a piece of white light shot straight out!

As the sound of arrows sinking into the body was heard, Basham's wild laughter finally echoed in the open grassland.

"Hahahaha, don't you look down on me, Patriarch Isaiah!"


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