Dick had a smooth journey, at least as he seemed to be, he only needed to wait until dawn to find the specific location of the red dragon's disturbance, and then calculate it in the way it was recorded, and then find the clues to the red dragon.

Although Dick wanted to break the curse of the family, Dick also had other thoughts, after all, the diamond mine left by his ancestors was somewhere here, and the huge wealth was almost impossible if Dick was not impressed.

Dick also planned to accept fate, but the appearance of Walla gave Dick a glimmer of life, whether it was the instinct to survive or the desire to pursue wealth, Dick thought that he could not let go of this opportunity. The door had now opened a crack in him, and Dick would pry it open even if he had exhausted the last hammer in his pocket.

In this respect, Dick was no different from the natives who roamed the moor.

Tchaikov is worried now, originally he thought that the disturbance of the red dragon was not a big deal, after all, this is the crustal movement zone, and every few years there will always be some volcano or earthquake or something like that, the so-called red dragon...... That's just a story made up in combination with Norse mythology to cover up the facts. But Dick's arrival made him feel like a great enemy, and he waited in the bitter cold for more than half a month, and finally scared Dick away, and these aborigines, who had been quiet for a long time, suddenly released the Blood Falls, and an ominous sixth sense reminded Tchaikov that things would not be so simple.

Tchaikov pulled the ancestral book out of his bosom and found the record of the Blood Falls, but in reality it was of little use to him.

"Darkness will reign over the earth, pillars of smoke will obscure the light of heaven, blazing blood red will flow over the land, locusts and flies will sweep through the sky like a storm, and plagues, burns, and black clouds will follow under the leadership of the Burning Legion...... Everything dies in darkness......" This poem-like account made Tchaikov's heart uneasy, compared to this, the Black Death, which killed half of the people in Europe back then, was simply pediatric!

The Tchaikov family is not a high-ranking royal family in Loulan, and today's achievements are indispensable to some despicable things that the old Tchaikov did back then, and even the once most loyal guardian of the royal tomb will betray his oath in the face of wealth, who else in this world will be absolutely loyal? Therefore, when Tchaikov died, he took most of his secrets underground, and in addition to telling future generations that the diamond mines should never be restarted and that the ancestors of the royal tombs should never be disturbed again, he left only some manuscripts of legends, perhaps he considered that people would be afraid of the unknown, and let future generations know as little as possible.

From a modern point of view, many legends in ancient times were mixed with false rumors, and the remnants of Loulan also used the legend of the red dragon to deter greedy treasure hunters, although Tchaikov did not know how many of the disasters recorded in those poems were true, but he was not willing to take risks.

Tchaikov knew that the appearance of the Blood Falls usually meant that the royal tombs would be exposed, which disturbed him, and the natives were getting closer and closer to wealth.

Tchaikov kept flipping through the book, trying to read between the lines of some of the available information. In a sense, whether it is a red dragon or a disaster, it may just be an interpretation of the awe of nature by the people who were not productive at the time, and the diamond mine is like a magic box that lures the world, and someone once opened it to get a huge amount of wealth, but finally destroyed the royal family of Loulan. The manuscript tells Tchaikov that the Blood Waterfall will stain the river red, and when the river is dyed red, the location of the royal tomb will be exposed to the earth, but this Blood Waterfall has not appeared for more than 1,000 years......

Tchaikov closed the book, and a crazy thought arose in his head: if my ancestors had been to the royal tomb, why couldn't I?

But then, Tchaikov laughed at himself for this crazy thought. As a guardian, what's the difference between this and stealing from a guard? After he took the honor of Guardian, he vowed never to let anyone come near it, including himself!

"Tchaikov, our observation post seems to have seen Dick." Sasha received the latest information in the communication vehicle and immediately notified Tchaikov on the Tiger by intercom.

"Let him go, let him think that he has found the place where the red dragon is disturbed!" Tchaikov was interrupted by his train of thought, he thought for a moment and said: "How long will we have to arrive?" ”

"If all goes well, it'll be there in two hours." Sasha looked at the map and replied on the intercom.

"If possible, speed up as soon as possible! We have to figure out why this is happening! ”

Two hours later, Tchaikov saw the blood-red waterfall and the natives confronting Korolev. Korolev was a little relieved when he saw the arrival of a large army.

"Robbers! Thief! It's ours, it's ours! The natives saw Tchaikov and shouted at him. If it weren't for these so-called Red Dragon Guardians, they might have found that legendary diamond mine a long time ago!

"This does not belong to you, this is the land that belongs to the Tchaikov family! Not an inch of this place belongs to you! "Tchaikov has never had a good impression of these natives, and there have been countless conflicts between the two sides over the centuries, and you can only be more unreasonable than these unreasonable aborigines!

"Lie! This is the land of the Zacher family, and his descendants have arrived, and they are looking for the Red Dragon......" the natives shouted.

"The playboy? They hadn't been here in hundreds of years. Tchaikov scoffed.

"Our ancestors lived here, and it belongs to us. The Red Dragon Disturbance has begun, and the diamond mine is about to appear......" someone in the crowd shouted. In the face of wealth, they have lost their minds.

"If you provoke the Red Dragon, it will bring disaster to the world!" Tchaikov shouted, it is simply impossible to communicate with these people!

"Die! The red dragon is just a legend, ......" The crowd shouted and cursed one after another.

People sometimes think so strangely, they don't think that the legend of the red dragon is true, but they rely on the legend to think that they have found the location of the red dragon's disturbance, and thus further deduce the location of the diamond mine. But they didn't know what the blood-red ice waterfall meant, and they wishfully believed that it was the legendary Red Dragon Disturbance......

Tchaikov didn't want to talk to them, he waved his hand, and the armored car tracks rumbled over, and when it didn't make sense, he had to drive them away by force.

Tchaikov's actions made the aborigines even angrier, and they felt that Tchaikov was bullying. In the confusion, I don't know who "banged" a shot, and the natives were even more angry, thinking that they were more numerous, and maybe they could drive Tchaikov away with a desperate fight.

"Da ......" two Tiger armored vehicles circled the left and right flanks of the aborigines and struck at their feet.

After all, the natives had no military training, and they were under the control of anger to make this irrational act of resistance, but in front of Tchaikov's fighting machines, the few rifles they had on hand did no damage to Tchaikov's armored vehicles. When man and steel are opposed, it is undoubtedly steel that has the upper hand, and from the moment the war begins, the aborigines are already doomed.

Vehicles and machine guns encircled the natives, and several natives who tried to rush through were driven back into the crowd by the bullets under their feet, instinctively hugging them all together, and if Tchaikov ordered to fire at them, it would turn into a one-sided massacre.

The Tiger and the armored vehicles advanced steadily, surrounded on three sides in a pincer shape, driving the aborigines under the icefall, and there was no way back behind them.

"Fight! Spelled ...... This is our ......land," the natives cried, but none of them stepped forward to challenge Tchaikov's fighting machine, and the people moved their feet, huddled in a ball, and retreated until there was no way back......

"Boom......" There was a roar in the glacier, and Tchaikov, who was approaching, stopped and looked up at the glacier.

If it weren't for the bombs dropped here and there, this solid glacier would have existed for thousands of years! At this moment, the hole in the glacier where the blood-red liquid flowed seemed to be larger, and with another rumbling sound, a stream of blood-red liquid spurted out of the hole and poured down the glacier.

The aborigines near the glacier were looking up, suspiciously judging where the sound was coming from, and saw a burst of blood red in the sky, and they raised their hands to try to block the "blood" falling from the sky.

"Ahh Tchaikov saw several people wrapped in blood-red, and then heard a burst of screams, and a cloud of smoke enveloped them, and the people around them screamed and moved away from the smoke......

"Woo ......" clouds of smoke shrouded in smoke, and the screams stopped abruptly, as if they had never appeared, and there was a deathly silence in the wasteland, and nothing could be seen in the smoke.

With no way out, and with the muzzles of black holes in front of them, they spun in place, and after a while, the smoke gradually cleared, and several figures appeared in front of people's eyes trembling.