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The galaxies are surging in all directions.

"What's wrong?" An Su turned his head to look at Sun Yan, who suddenly stopped.

"Nothing." A blue light flashed in Sun Yan's eyes, and he lowered his eyebrows, "Let's go." "That shuddering sensation just now--

"No, now you are no longer a king, but a prisoner." The archon crossed his arms and looked at him mockingly.

"But your lives are always in our hands."

The archon gritted his teeth and slammed his fist into the metal box, staring at him. "Rest assured, we will kill all the Ira's before we fall asleep. So, you'd better cooperate with me and pray that day will come later. ”

The source power on the Ira's people can be slowly regenerated, and the royal family is the fastest and the most powerful. The robots made by the Ila people are powered by source power and can only be drawn from the outside world. Once the source power is exhausted, it can only force the relationship to fall into a deep sleep. The source power comes from the source stone, and the source stone is almost ungenerate, and the source stone is in short supply, and many robots are forced to extract the source power to force it to shut down. The reason why the cyborgs didn't kill all the Ira people is because the source power in their bodies can be regenerated, although slowly, but it is better than nothing.

After so many years, the robot family has tried to install other energy sources for the newly created robots, which can only be ordinary robots, which can only follow the program and have no autonomous consciousness.

The machine people and the Ila people are linked to life and death.

"I'm reminding you once, we are dead, and we must use you to bury us first." The archon said indifferently, clapping his hands, and two walls rose, and some robots came in pushing various equipment. "This time, I will use your source power first, and I will definitely find the source stone you hidden."

Looking in the direction the archon had left, King Ira raised his head slightly, and a ray of blue light flashed under the metal helmet.

You dream!

When An Su and Sun Cheng returned to the White Sama settlement, it was already dark, but they still saw a lot of traces of fierce battles along the way, broken branches, blood on the ground, corpses that appeared from time to time, and the closer they got to the White Sama settlement, the more corpses there were, and there were arrows everywhere.

The walls of the White Sama settlement were filled with flaming torches, illuminating the surrounding area. Red Sama had retreated by this time, but tension was still in the air.

Sun Tong and An Su did not go through the main gate, but flew back directly. As soon as he returned, he met the worried face of the lira.

"Sun Cheng, save Arthur."

Today there was another big fight between White Sama and Red Sama, and neither side got any favors. Although Red Sama took the lead by surprise at first, White Sama's support came in time to defeat Red Sama and rescue the patriarch. It's just that this time Bai Sama not only didn't save all the captives, but the other hunters also folded in, and the patriarch of Bai Sama now has a fire in his stomach.

The patriarch of White Sama looked at the wounded lying on the ground in the room, some of whom had fallen into a severe coma and their faces were like gold paper, such as Arthur. The wounds on his body burst repeatedly, and he was infected with bacteria, and it was a miracle that he had survived so far.

"How? Can't it be saved? Patriarch Baisama asked anxiously.

The old wizard of White Sama sighed and shook his head, looking at the large and small purulent wounds on his body, some of which were rotten to the bone. "I can't help it."

Only sixteen of the White Sama captives were rescued, and six of them, like Arthur, had suppurated wounds and were dying. In the jungle, wounds are very susceptible to infection and suppuration, not to mention that their wounds have not been properly treated, and new wounds have been added before the old wounds have healed.

The old wizard sighed heavily, and went to care for the ten White Sama who could still be saved. Sometimes there are trade-offs.

The White Sama patriarch clenched his fists and stared at Arthur with red eyes. The top hunters are dying one by one, so is there no future for Bai Sama? He himself is old and will not hesitate to take this old life, but who should be the next patriarch? Gronn died, and Arthur ...... again Who will be able to resist the fierce and cunning Red Sama people in the future?

The white Sama patriarch's broad palm was pressed against Arthur's hot forehead, and he was silent, "O god of the jungle, please bless us."

Bang--Suddenly the door was pushed open, and the patriarch of Baisama turned his head sharply.

"Patriarch, let my companions cure it." Lira pleaded.

The patriarch of White Sama was stunned for a moment, looking at the mysterious man who was still there next to Rira, with the mask of the god of the jungle on his face and his body wrapped in a wide animal skin. He had heard of Sun Cheng's deeds, and many people said that he was the embodiment of the god of the jungle. The patriarch of Bai Sama has never seen Sun Cheng make a move, but since so many people respect him, he should also have some ability. He looked down at Arthur's painfully distorted face, and since the old wizard said that Arthur was hopeless, it didn't hurt to treat this man.

"I see." Patriarch Bai Sama stood up and said, looked at Sun Cheng solemnly, and bowed, "Then please." What is needed, despite the commands. ”

Sun Cheng nodded, and did not shirk it, and said some common herbs for anti-inflammatory and disinfection, and asked them to cook them as required. He's been investigating the herbs in the jungle, which are common and they should have. In the end, Sun Cheng also asked him not to come in when he was being treated.

The people of Baisama looked at each other, and they didn't need anyone's help, were they so good?

The patriarch of Bai Sama twisted his eyebrows and shouted at his subordinates who stayed there, "Why don't you go to the old wizard and ask for it!" A few of the White Sama had to leave in a hurry.

"What? Can it be cured? The old wizard looked up, not forgetting to pour all kinds of medicines into the medicine jar.

"Yes, the man possessed by the god of the jungle said he would be cured." The people of Baisama said, "So the patriarch asked us to come and get medicine and send it there." ”

"Even if it can be cured, it's too late." The White Sama sorcerer stirred the potion of medicine, and the curling steam blurred his face.

The White Sama people who came to get the medicine, you look at me, I look at you, my heart is very anxious, the wizard will not give it?

"Wizard ......"

"Well, go get it." The old wizard suddenly spoke, and ordered an apprentice to take the White Sama to the warehouse to get the herbs.

"Haven't you come back yet?" The patriarch of Baisama anxiously walked back and forth. Are there no herbs? Or is it that the old wizard won't give it? He looked at Sun Cheng, who was examining Arthur's wound in front of the bed, this person was skillful, and it didn't look like he was lying.

"We're back." Several White Sama people returned with various herbs.

The white Sama patriarch's face darkened: "Why hasn't it been cooked yet?" ”

Several of the White Sama turned pale: "I, I, I, we forgot." ”

Ansu, Simon, and Li Kai stepped forward to take the herbs. Ansu said, "It's okay, let's do it." I'm sure he'll be able to get this time. (To be continued.) )