For the next period of time, Xing Xiaotian has been shuttling between the two worlds, and the construction of the Huaxia Folk Museum is much more difficult than expected, and it must be handed over to the construction company to start construction, and various contracts and documents must be signed.

As for the other world, as the weather warmed, the orcs who were driven away also began to move back, during which Xing Xiaotian 66 continued to usher in several waves of retreats from the Flame Empire, ranging from a hundred to nearly a thousand, except for the thousand-man cavalry team and Xing Xiaotian and others, all the retreating troops in small groups fled in despair.

As for that thousand-man cavalry team...... The end is self-evident, basically the whole army is annihilated, and Xing Xiaotian doesn't even have a casualty here, three rounds of crossbow arrows, five rounds of javelins, and there is nothing left of the thousand-person cavalry team, if it weren't for Xing Xiaotian's unwanted to kill them all, it is estimated that there will not be a single living person left.

The snow melted little by little, and the various vegetation planted before gradually revealed the lineup, first poplar trees and cacti, then dragon fruit trees and sea buckthorn, and in less than half a month, the familiar gravel wasteland appeared in front of everyone's eyes again, and there seemed to be only two seasons on the gravel wasteland, summer and winter.

As soon as winter is over, the scorching summer is coming, and the sudden high temperature makes everyone find a familiar feeling.

The iron fence of the past was erected again, the camp tent was built again, and the slogans of the running resounded through the wilderness again, the only difference was that this place was no longer the same as it had been, and the camps of all sizes were full of people coming and going, rubbing shoulders with each other, and the high temperature weather made the frozen soil melt quickly, and soon a field of emerald green weeds grew, a large green patch, which was eye-catching.

These weeds have attracted almost all the herbivores within a radius of hundreds of miles, but what puzzles everyone is that Xing Xiaotian actually ordered that no one is allowed to hunt these animals.

After a winter of starvation, the animals were all small and thin. Even if they are killed, there is not much meat, so it is better to fatten up and then kill them, and they have no other place to forage anyway, so they should be stocked.

During this period, 66 many tribes came to take refuge, some of them could not bear the hunger and came to find a way to survive, and some of them were famous.

The Thunder Tribe is the only House centaur in the Gravel Wasteland, and when it came to defending against the Flame Empire, the House centaurs bravely acted as the vanguard, suffering heavy casualties, and now only a few of the old, weak, sick and disabled remain. Now that their homeland has been completely destroyed by the Flame Empire, most of the clansmen have died of hunger, if it weren't for their luck half a month ago, they hunted two elks, I'm afraid all of them would have starved to death.

It's just that the elk they are now are getting harder and harder to hunt, and they rarely even see them, it seems that the elk within a radius of a hundred miles are migrating in one direction, and in order to survive, these centaurs have to chase the footprints of the elk and explore forward.

Hunger coupled with lack of water. It made many clansmen crumble.

"Hold on, don't fall, if you fall down at this time, you will never be able to stand up again."

"Hold on, we still have a future!"

"Hold on. I'm almost going to find the elk, I'm sure it's a place with plenty of water and grass, otherwise I can't attract all the elk and grit their ......teeth."

One was covered in scars. The gray-headed old centaur kept cheering everyone up, and he was the chief of the Thunder Tribe, Frankry.

Although the mouth is full of certainty. But whether he can find the oasis in his mouth, Frankry doesn't know, he knows that all people need a goal now, a reason to persevere.

Just as Frankry was tossing and turning in his heart, there was a sudden thunderous sound of horses' hooves in the distance, and the clansmen were all by his side, could it be that the Flame Empire had come back again?

"Ready for battle"

With a shout from Frankry, all the centaurs took up their spears and bows, but the trembling hands now showed how weak they were at this point, and whether they could survive the ordeal.

It can be said that at this time, everyone's hearts were ready to die, but it didn't take long for them to see a group of ten horsemen running from a distance, and that kind of smooth and free running style was obviously the unique running way of centaurs, clansmen?

The two sides soon met together, although Frankry is now of the same race, but the dress on his body is too different from ordinary centaurs, the centaurs of the Thunder tribe are basically all **, the only foreign object is the weapon in the hand, but the ten-person team in front of him is armed to the teeth, a shiny silver armor, except for the horse's legs, almost the whole body is shrouded in armor, and this armor is extremely exquisitely made, and all kinds of joints move freely, Only a pair of cold eyes appeared on the cold covered armor.

Although most of the weapons in the hands of these centaurs were bows and arrows, the exquisite bows and long arrows all revealed a fine taste, and if there was any intimacy that Frankry could find in these people, it was the weapons in the hands of the squad leader, two large and abnormally deformed long knives, the blades of which flicked a large arc, shining with a cold cold glow under the scorching sun.

“…… What tribe are you from? ”

Despite being of the same race, Frankry remained vigilant in his heart, and never let go of the javelin he raised.

In that almost solidified atmosphere, the other team's squad leader suddenly "fluttered" out of laughter, and then laughed, while laughing, he pushed his face armor up, and put his two long knives into the scabbard on the abdomen, and then pointed to his face and smiled at Frankry and said: "Chief, you really don't know me, bedroom Abigail!" ”

"Abigail?"

The elite centaur warrior in front of him slowly merged with the wild boy in his memory, and in that cold and hard face, Frankry saw the shadow of the past again.

"Is it really you?" When he asked this, Frankry's voice trembled, and tears flowed uncontrollably.

Abigail strolled forward, hugged Frankry in his arms, and replied emotionally: "Chief, even if you are home here, our Thunder Tribe will no longer have to run around!" ”

"It's home, it's home......"

Frankry repeated Abigail's words over and over again, a pair of large, gruffy hands constantly patting Abigail's broad back, and there was nothing more gratifying for Frankry than the half-grown boy who had now grown into an elite warrior.

And he also noticed that although the nine team members behind Abigail were also wiping their tears, they always maintained a neat formation, and there was no chaos at all, which shows how strict Abigail's command is.

Gorgeous iron armor, sophisticated weapons, strict command of the army, and that fierce temperament, every qiē and qiē are all intriguing.

"Abigail, you have been there in such a short period of time, how have you changed so much, I can't even recognize you."

Abigail wiped his tears, then patted his head and said: "Look at my head, I almost forgot, what are you still doing there, don't you hurry up and take out the food and water, it's all your own family, don't be nervous." ”

With Abigail's words, the two sides finally came together, and the centaurs of the Thunder Tribe devoured the food and fresh water handed by their former clansmen, and the refined dry food made these centaurs almost swallow their tongues, and while enjoying the delicious food, the murmuring of Abigail and others also came to their ears.

From how they joined the Black Rock Tribe, to the battle against tens of thousands of wolf cavalry, to the exploration and exploration of the underground world, Abigail and the others have experienced more wonderful than many people in just half a year, which has made countless old people happy and countless teenagers fascinated, and before they finished speaking, the half-grown teenagers clamored to join the Black Rock Tribe.

Frankry had the heart to resist, but when the words came to his lips, they became: "Abigail, do you say that Lord Xing Xiaotian can accept us?" ”

Yes, if in its heyday, Frankry would never have been merged into other tribes, but now what is in front of everyone is that if you don't merge, you will die, rather than starve to death, it is better to join the alliance commanded by Lord Xing Xiaotian, besides~ But looking at Abigail's current appearance, you can know that Lord Xing Xiaotian definitely did not treat them badly.

Faced with the question of the former chief, Abigail slapped the mountain on his chest and replied directly and proudly: "Chief, don't worry, Lord Xing Xiaotian will definitely accept our Thunder Tribe, I will take my head to assure you." ”

With Abigail's words, Frankry can be regarded as completely putting his heart back into his stomach.

The group gradually drifted away in constant negotiation and discussion, and gradually moved closer to the direction where the "camp" was located. (To be continued!)

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