The seventeenth dreadnought leader dies in battle/the loyal warrior savior dies

(11) Along the way, Ruohu was almost running wildly, running with wind on the soles of his feet, one step at a time, Xuanyuan's critical injury was like a boulder weighing heavily on his heart, Ruohu gritted his teeth and persevered, and he was determined to save his life, he was the only bloodline left by the leader, and it was the hope of the continuation of the bear clan. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

In order to live up to the expectations of his wife and the people, Ruohu relied on his strong physique, abundant physical strength, and firm will, running day and night, non-stop in the mountains, jungles and streams. When you are thirsty, you can drink some water from the stream, when you are hungry, you can grab some food that you carry with you and swallow it indiscriminately, and when you finish eating, you can pick some wild fruits among the plants and trees to satisfy your hunger.

Time is Xuanyuan's life, if the tiger is racing against death, he only leaves a tenacious mark in his mind "running", walking like flying, in the starry night, running straight out of breath, sweating, hot, haggard......

In the early morning when a fiery red sun was rising, soothed by the warm sunlight from the east behind him, the warrior Ruohu finally stepped into the Xiling clan station that he had been searching for.

Ruohu stood on a high hill, raised his resolute chin, opened his thirsty lips and took a deep breath of fresh air, gathering green ahead, a few wisps of white smoke curled up from the low part of the mountain forest, and finally found the human population, which should be a gathering village.

Ruohu sighed and ran down the mountain, relieved when he asked the first locals he met if it was the Xiling clan's residence.

The Xiling man was really surprised by the fact that a tall, stout man of an alien race who suddenly appeared in front of him with unkempt eyes, collapsed eyes, exhausted, and carrying a dying teenager on his back. He asked vigilantly about the origin of Ruohu.

If the tiger told him the truth and begged him to point out where the person who could heal and save his life, the man saw that he was pitiful and immediately told him where to go.

If the tiger did not have time to thank him, he pulled his legs and left, as if the man on the verge of death had found a glimmer of life, and rushed straight to a dangerous peak beside him, and according to the man, in a hut halfway up the mountain, there was the man he was looking for.

The warrior Ruohu came out of breath outside the thatched hut in the middle of the mountain, and the sudden dizziness made him hang and not fall, he supported his weak body and called out loudly. Afterwards, a middle-aged man paced out of the hut and looked at him cautiously with a torch-like gaze.

Ruohu put the young man Xuanyuan down from his back and hugged him to his chest, knelt down on his knees, his eyes were begging, and his voice was hoarse...... , please save ...... Save this child, I thank you on behalf of my people!" and then he prostrated frequently to show his sincerity.

Seeing this scene, the middle-aged man did not hesitate any longer and gladly agreed.

A hanging heart fell at this time, living up to expectations, the warrior Ruohu who completed the mission stood up ecstatically, his eyes were like excited flames beating, but the jumping flames were only extinguished in an instant, he had exhausted the fire of life, his tall body was crooked on his side, he fell headlong, foaming at the mouth, and never woke up again......

I want to know what happens next, and I'll break it down next time.