Chief O'Connor of the Okdaville tribe watched in silence at the rolling river of thunder in front of him. Fifty or sixty tribal warriors have died in the belly of the fish www.biquge.info.

It all started with Traville's mission to the Shenma Alliance.

The Okdawil tribe is the largest and most powerful of the surrounding small tribes, with thousands of adult men capable of fighting. Even in the face of the Citadel and Yanoma, he was not afraid.

However, I don't know what evil I fell into, and the two tribes that had a vendetta against each other actually shook hands and made peace, and formed an unprecedented tribal alliance!

This made O'Connor feel the crisis.

Although I don't know what force pinched the two enemies together, the establishment of the tribal alliance is definitely not a game of family games, it must expand outward!

There are two paths in front of the Okdawil tribe.

The first is to take the initiative to move closer to the alliance and become a part of the alliance. The advantage of this is that it will become the third largest power after the Citadel and Yanoma, and the disadvantage is that it will lose its own status and the independence of the tribe, as well as ...... Offend the Atlas of the North.

The second is to hug Atlas's thighs. Needless to say, the benefits are good for enjoying the shade with your back against a big tree. The disadvantage is that Atlas is strong and strong, not to mention the 200,000 samurai directly under him, just the alliance of the hundred nations of the servants, pick out any one, and his arms are thicker than his thighs!

Thinking of this, his mouth was filled with bitterness. Unexpectedly, this Shenma Alliance really dared to play, not only knocked out the messenger of Atlas, but also took the initiative to attack, and took down the Pagchiano tribe in the Thundering River Loop in one fell swoop, and had a stable foothold.

This is to show that the carriage and horses want to be serious with Atlas, have you eaten the bear's heart and leopard's gall?

Alas, I can only blame myself for my bad luck, just caught in the middle!

"Chief, chief, give me one more chance, and I'll command the brethren to charge again!"

On the wooden wheel car behind him, Traville, whose tendons were cut off, looked fierce, patted the handrail viciously and said: "Where the water is fast, where there is an undercurrent underneath, it is already very clear, come again, you will definitely be able to rush over!"

If it weren't for his mishandling, how could there be such a passive situation in front of him!

Even if you make up your mind to join Atlas, you can't show it in front of the enemy! As for accompanying Atlas's envoy to annex the Pagchiano tribe, is that what you should do? With my approval? Just bring people here, let them deal with the rest, what are you going to do!

At this moment, he completely tore his face with the alliance, and there was no room for turning around.

Cut the hamstrings? If it's me, I'll have chopped you with a knife earlier!

A guy who has more than enough success and more than enough failure!

If it was just a fool who broke his hamstring, O'Connor would not have made a big move for it, but just the day before yesterday, the messenger of Atlas came again.

"Atlas' army of 30,000 will soon be heading south. You should do a good job of reconnaissance and find a route to cross the river! What? Attack? Forget it, with your level, it would be good not to let people end the way. ”

Damn Travel! I'm so tired that I'm underestimated!

O'Connor had already broken Traver's body ten thousand times in his heart, but he only said lightly: "No need. ”

"But ......"

O'Connor raised a hand without looking back: "That's enough." ”

Travel's face was full of resentment, but he didn't dare to speak again.

An elder seemed to see that he was unwilling, and patted him lightly on the shoulder, and said, "The Divine Citadel tribe has been floating on this river for hundreds of years, and they know the hydrology of the river very thoroughly, since they have no defense here, it means that this place cannot be passed at all," and said to O'Connor, "Chief, the river here is not wide, but the current is very fast, we might as well go down the river and see if there is a place where the current is gentle." There are so many trees on both sides that we can cut them down at any time to make a raft. ”

O'Connor nodded silently.

Jiang was still old and spicy, and the team marched down the river south for a day, and in the evening of the next day, sure enough, they found a section of the quiet river without waves.

Under the light of the fire, the still river glowed with a faint soft light, like a large flat mirror. The river here is extremely wide, and when you stand on the bank, the opposite bank becomes a vague black line.

The elder asked, "Chief, do you want to arrange a river crossing?"

"No, I'm tired today, rest for the night, and cross the river on a raft early tomorrow morning. ”

When the elder relayed the news, it immediately caused a round of jubilation. Many squads began to scramble for suitable camping spots, and people shouted and neighed, and there was a mess.

Amid the commotion, two Alliance scouts lurked motionless in the woods, coldly observing the camp that was disturbing like a beehive.

The next morning, as the sun had just risen and the forest was noisy, O'Connor's samurai began to snort and make rafts.

When about twenty or thirty rafts were made, the sharp-eyed samurai suddenly shouted, "There is someone on the other side!"

O'Connor narrowed his eyes to see that there was a large crowd on the other side, scrambling to push the raft into the water.

His eyes lit up suddenly.

The enemy is arming, which means that this is the weakness of the other party!

I'm not afraid that you will show your head, I am afraid that you will hide!

He waved his hand sharply.

More than a dozen rafts were pushed into the water, and fifty or sixty tribal warriors carried stone axes and swooped down on the opposite bank with murderous spirit.

The opposite side was in a hurry, and it seemed that only five or six rafts had been launched.

The elder leaned over and asked, "Chief, do you want to continue to send people and rush ashore in one go?"

"Let's see, if the other party has no backhand, these people are enough to rush over, and if they can't, a hundred people will go up as well. ”

"Chief, listen to you, we might lose?"

"It's just a temptation. The people who defended along the river must be the Divine Citadel tribes, who have been floating on the river for hundreds of years, and they are much more experienced than us in river warfare. It's the first time to fight again, and it's normal to suffer a loss. ”

The two were talking, and the two sides had already exchanged hands.

There was no shortage of men in Okdaville, and the rafts were wide and large, while the rafts of the Citadel were narrow and small, and they sat only three or five people, one of whom had a shield and one who held an oar. This kind of raft, as long as it is pasted up, a round of assault, it will definitely be finished.

Seeing that the distance between the two ships was less than twenty meters, the warriors of the Okdawil tribe threw stone axes one after another, hoping to deal with each other with a round of long-range fire coverage. The stone axes rained down and looked terrifying.

However, the reality is harsh.

The small raft has a high degree of mobility that is not found in the large raft, and it is very agile. In addition, Okdawil's stone axes did not have a unified target, some were thrown in front and some were thrown in the rear, and the shots were made early and late, so although the momentum was terrifying, the effect was very poor, and occasionally a few accurately hit the target, which was also blocked by the shielder hand holding a rattan shield in both hands.

On the other hand, on the side of the Divine Castle, both the oarsman and the warrior adopted a squatting position, completely hiding behind the large shield, and there were almost no injuries. They kept squatting until they stood through the rain of stone axes, and when the two rafts were about ten meters away, someone shouted something, and all the warriors got up at the same time and threw out a small black ball, which was smashing on the other party's raft. Smoke and fire suddenly rose from the raft!

O'Connor was surprised and asked, "What is that? a fire that can be made on water?"

The elder shook his head blankly: "I don't know, maybe it's the secret technique of the Divine Castle, right?"

The raft was on fire, and the vanguards were in a mess, and they all moved closer to the rafts behind them, trying to jump onto the friendly rafts, and the allies were even more frightened, and you were on fire and coming at us, trying to set us on fire, or what?

In the midst of the chaos, the citadel's light raft approached quickly, and two more rafts were lit. These light rafts were very hateful, as if they knew that they had used up their only long-range weapons here, and some even stuck to a distance of only six or seven meters, and threw the black balls in front of them, which added to the confusion.

One by one, the large rafts were sunk, and finally, the remnants of more than twenty warriors of the Okdawil tribe gathered on the only remaining raft and rowed as hard as they could to the shore.

The raft seemed to be very humane and did not pursue. Let the other party escape.

At a position of more than ten meters offshore, there was a boom, and the big raft carried too many people, and the left and right paddles were unevenly paddled and capsized.

More than 20 people were floating on the river, and the screams resounded through the heavens and the earth, and quickly disappeared one after another. Immediately after, the surface of the river boiled like a boiling pot!

In the blink of an eye, only a lone arm was left on the surface of the river, still swinging.

The elder shouted hoarsely, "Swim, swim, swim......"

Before he could finish his shout, a small fish the size of a palm with sharp teeth jumped up, bit down on the still spasmodic hand that was exposed to the water, and pressed it to the bottom.

The river is calm again. Only the crumbling rafts, still billowing with smoke, silently told the story of the battle.

It was only then that the small raft that watched the battle quietly approached this side at high speed.

The elder roared: "Stand back, stand back! stone axe, stone axe!"

The warriors of the Okdavir tribe hurriedly retreated, all nervously raising their stone axes and watching the movements of the little rafts, which would be truly devastating if they dared to come ashore.

The little raft was quite self-aware, and when it reached the shore, it slowly stopped, not at all afraid that the enemy would launch a surprise attack.

At the front, a castle warrior held a cold white fishbone dagger in one hand, and raised it in the other hand towards O'Connor, waving his index finger contemptuously.

O'Connor couldn't help but ask, "Who is this guy?"

Travel, who couldn't move, gritted his teeth: "The elite river god guardian of the Divine Citadel tribe, Anduri, a damn fellow!"

O'Connor didn't answer this sentence, and said to the elders on the side: "The water combat of the Divine Castle is really sharp, and with those wonderful small props, it seems that we have to come in a different way." ”

The Elder continued, "If their water combat is only to this extent, I don't think it will be too difficult for us to complete the task. ”

Travel said angrily: "But we lost!"

The elder asked rhetorically, "So what? it's the Atlas who needs to fight from beginning to end, not us, and we just need to find a way to cross the river." ”

"But—"

O'Connor said coldly, "Tomorrow continue to build the raft and prepare for the day." Travel, since you are so eager for victory, early the day after tomorrow, you will personally lead the team across the river. ”

"Huh?"