After learning that the players had returned to the land of the Long-eared Clan in the Western Continent, Junka and Rabi were visibly much more relaxed.

But they didn't waste any time, and continued to return quickly with Princess Mianya of the Kakumaki clan.

The long-eared people themselves are long-distance running champions, although their endurance is not as strong as that of humans (there is a difference between humans and earthlings in this world, and their physique is generally stronger than that of earthlings), but their maximum speed and acceleration ability are far superior to those of humans and most of the Inhumans, and they themselves are the best horses, so they don't need horses.

It is precisely because of this that at first, Junka felt that returning to the clan with the princess of the Horned Roll clan was a complete burden.

But it turned out that this was not the case.

The sheep people did not have the habit of herding herds, but in order to be able to carry out long-distance trade, they still domesticated some one-horned antelopes for transportation.

This thing used to be everywhere in the Fielding Plains, and it was about to overflow, but now there is not even a single one in sight, only countless bones testify to the prosperity of this population, and this alone is enough to see how much damage the tyranny of Bladetail Greyclaw has caused to the entire plain in the past few years.

It's just that in order to prevent the existence of the one-horned antelope from attracting the covetousness of those carnivorous aliens, the antelope circle is set at a certain distance from the tribe, and it is a dug cave, and the entrance of the cave is covered by long weeds, and if you don't look carefully, you can't see it at all.

The pengling is sprinkled with the feces of the split-toothed tiger to interfere with the prying eyes of predators and carnivorous inhumans, so although the bentox inside looks emaciated due to the lack of forage, their mental health is still guaranteed.

After Princess Mianya replaced Route 11 with the one-horned antelope of Route 1111, the group moved faster than a notch.

In this way, it should be possible to return to the clan land smoothly in the near future.

But as the saying goes, good things come hard, and not long after leaving the Kakumaki clan, Junka realized the danger with the keen sense of the long-eared clan: his group was being followed!

The stalker was very amateurish, or rather did not take the Junkha group to heart, so he unabashedly released his hostility and followed them unhurriedly.

As the leader of the group, Junka had no intention of stopping, but gritted his teeth and fled with Rabi and Mianya.

He probably had already guessed that Swordtail Greypaw knew that the oppressed Inhumans would find a way to unite against his tyranny, so when they couldn't start a large-scale clan war, they specially sent their elite powerhouses to attack and kill the messengers who communicated between the clans!

This is a straightforward but effective tactic, even if the oppressed Inhumans are desperate to unite, but in the case of their own courier who has been gone many times and never returned, no matter how big they are, they will be suspicious of who they intend to unite.

Although this suspicion will not continue as long as one messenger escapes, on the other hand, as long as the messenger does not escape, it will be difficult for the tribes to resolve the misunderstanding unless the patriarch personally confronts each other.

Moreover, Knifetail's plan is not so much intended to destroy the union of the oppressed races as it feels more like stalling for time......

This conjecture made Junka feel extremely uneasy, if he waited until the other party freed his hand, God knows what would happen!

"Second uncle, it can't go on like this!" Rabi said decisively: "Our physical strength will continue to decline, and when our bodies are extremely tired and the other party suddenly attacks, even if we want to, we can't escape!" ”

"I know!" Rong Ka took a deep breath and asked the girl Mianya, "Can the one-horned antelope still carry a person?" ”

"It should work." The girl nodded.

"That's good, Rabi, you are light, let's sit and run away with Miss Mianya."

"Wait a minute, what about you, second uncle?" Rabi understood what Junka meant, and he didn't seem to plan to leave with him.

"Somebody has to hold them back. Otherwise, none of us will be able to escape. ”

Junka sighed bitterly. Haha Literature Network

He didn't think there was anything wrong with dying to save his nephew - before the players appeared, all the older members of the Long-Eared Clan had already prepared for the consciousness of protecting the next generation in an emergency, even if they sacrificed themselves.

The only thing he regrets is that he can't see the revival of the Long-Eared Clan with his own eyes: he firmly believes that as long as he can make friends with the followers of the God of Games, that day will definitely come.

"But the second uncle ......"

Without waiting for Rabi to finish speaking, Rong Ka grabbed the long-eared boy who looked like a girl and threw him on the back of Ben Ling, who was frightened and subconsciously spread his hooves and ran.

One last glance at his nephew's back, Junka turned around.

By this time, the stalker had already noticed that something was wrong, and emerged from the half-human-high grass behind him.

It was a large Inhuman with a height of nearly two meters, a shoulder width of nearly two meters, a thick and sturdy skin, and a huge rhino horn on the bridge of his nose.

And the mount under it is a giant snake with an elephant trunk and a body length of more than 20 meters!

"Able to drive the monster snake 'Ancient Rodzlangu' that inhabits the swamp at the foot of Filling, are you the warrior sultan of the rhino horn tribe?"

Junka pulled out his weapon, two dagger-like knives, and the expression on his face became even more bitter - this thing might not even be able to pierce the skin of the other party.

"The Sultan is also a warrior now!" The white-skinned rhinoceros roared.

"Ever since the moment you raised your butcher's knife to the weak, you're no longer a warrior, you're just a butcher!"

Even though he knew that he was definitely no match for the other party, and that he could not even harm him, Junka still stubbornly mocked - of course, there was an element of truth or truth.

"Fart! I, Sultan! Always a warrior! ”

The white-skinned rhinoceros was furious, and his square chin with a slightly Chinese face shook and looked slightly funny, but Junka couldn't laugh, because he knew that this was a sign of the rhino horn tribe's anger.

The rhinoceros raised the huge knife that was larger than the entire person of the Junka, and the rusty knife like a door panel, commanded the elephant snake 'Gurozlangu', and rushed towards the Jungka with a roar.

May the spirits of the ancestors bless me......

Junka was halfway silent in his heart, but suddenly a big rebellious thought popped up in his mind.

We have never been stingy with our prayers and sacrifices, even when we were driven to dangerous seashores, and we did not let go of our prayers to our ancestors, but it clearly did not respond to the long-eared people, so that they were reduced to the point of near-extinction.

I'm going to die anyway, so why do I have to pray to the ancestor who refused to show even the slightest pity to the long-eared people?

So Junka immediately changed the word of the prayer.

May the god of the game protect me, even for a while, so that I can hold this guy back and fight for a glimmer of life for Rabi!

Although he had tried to pray to the God of Games at the urging of the player before, but he had never received a response, this time, he was extremely pious, as if he wanted to offer all his beliefs in one go, and slowly uttered the prayer of the Church of the God of Games.

"The game gives us a new ......"

In the next moment, he seemed to hear an ethereal voice ringing in his ears.

[Your faith, this ball has received!] 】