On the vast plains, more than two dozen two-wildebeest horses were galloping, and the wind formed by the speed was too fast, blowing their manes like a flag. However, they all have a triangular wound on their hips, which are bleeding all the time, although slowly, but never stopping, and they are bleeding in their path.

"Don't look at it, it's time to go, Long Legs. White Fang stood on the shore, vigorously flicking the animal skin and clothing, trying to shake off some of the water above, which was already bitterly cold in autumn.

He had been looking at the long legs of the plain in the distance, and after hearing the words of White Fang, he sighed deeply, "Hey, this is the first batch of two-wildebeest that I domesticated with my own hands after coming here, they trusted me so much, they were so healthy and strong when they came out, but now they have been buried by my own hands." ”

"No one wanted to do this, but now the white-clawed wolves are pursuing so fiercely that they have caught up only three days after the fire. If we don't sacrifice them this time and use them to divert the wolves from pursuit, then we will all die in the wilderness tonight. After returning to the tribe, we will lead all the warriors in the tribe to completely surround and kill this group of white-clawed wolves in order to avenge them. Su Ming held his breath in his chest, and he couldn't vent if he wanted to.

In the final analysis, such a grievance is due to the lack of strength on his side, and he does not have a strong force to sweep everything, and when facing an invincible enemy, he can only run away like a lost dog, and even his own mount has to be sacrificed to delay the enemy's pursuit speed, which is really a great shame.

Although there is fire in the bottom of my heart, and I even want to fight more for those white-clawed wolves, in the end, reason still has the upper hand, and I can't die. Staying alive is much more important to the Fire Tribe than killing a few white-clawed wolves. Su Ming has always known that he is not living for himself, and he is also shouldering the burden of the entire Fire Tribe, especially in such an era of great change.

He is the most important catalyst of the Fire Tribe, accelerating the rapid growth of the Fire Tribe like a plug-in, hoping to occupy his own place in the future era of the Ten Thousand Races Competing for Dominance, at least to keep the inheritance of the Fire Tribe, and not to become a sediment sinking to the bottom in the upcoming big wave, just a sentence in the history books.

The team had all crossed the river that flowed along the mountain range and disappeared into the woods.

This is a strategy that Long Legs has a lot of experience in escaping before, and he came up with a plan to delay time on the way. Let the two-wildebeest continue to march on the plains, luring the white-clawed wolves behind to pursue them, while the team crosses the river in advance, using the trees at the foot of the mountain as natural cover to help them continue towards the tribe.

And in order to let the already tired two-horned horses run, Long Legs endured the bitterness in his heart and personally stabbed them in the buttocks with a dagger, leaving triangular wounds one after another.

A day later, looking at the two-horned horse that had fallen to the ground in front of him, the leader of the white-clawed wolf felt very angry, these thieves were so cunning, the last time they set fire, this time they actually used these two-horned horses to lure themselves away, twice, they escaped from their hands cunningly twice.

This is an unforgivable thing, and the leader who is in anger directly ordered, all the white-clawed wolves immediately turned around and returned to the place where the blood had just been found to look for clues again, and they must be found to tear them to pieces, so as to vent the anger in their hearts.

"Stop!" The leader, who had been dominated by anger, gradually came to his senses on the way back, and carefully analyzed the situation he had mastered, only to realize that the order he had just given was so irrational.

The thieves had been fleeing in this direction, indicating that their nest must be somewhere in this direction. And where can they go after luring themselves away with a two-horned horse?

Plains? impossible.

The leader, who had calmed down, ran up a small hill, full of wise eyes, and looked straight at the mountains across the river, especially the dense woods. Are you there?

About a day's journey from the white-clawed wolves lay a large, well-guarded camp. The wide and tall city walls on the periphery are covered with giant crossbows, and the huge and sharp clusters of Mitsubishi-shaped black iron arrows are shining with cold light in this autumn sun, which is even more murderous.

Groups of Fire Tribe warriors in black iron armor kept coming in and out of the camp, and when they went out, they were empty four-wheeled carriages, and when they came back, they were indeed loaded with wild beasts and beasts that they had just hunted.

It's a busy scene.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way, there's an emergency!" a warrior who kept whipping his two-horned horse was constantly shouting from a distance, and the warriors along the way immediately flew their whips and drove the carriage to quickly get out of the way, allowing him to pass unhindered and fast.

After entering the camp, the two horns that were still running at high speed immediately jumped off and quickly ran towards the tent of the leader Lie.

"Chief, the search team has just found a dead two-horned horse, and in the buttocks of the dead two-horned horse's corpse, a triangular wound stabbed by the tribe's unique dagger. The captain theorized that it might be the two-horned horses of the expedition. ”

The messenger, who was already sweating profusely because of the haste along the way, was now full of seriousness, and when he deduced this conclusion, he ran to deliver the message in one breath. This news is too important, and it is related to the safety of the Fire Tribe's traveling party now.

"Come, blow the trumpet, and gather all the warriors of the tribe here. "Regardless of whether this news is accurate or not, Lie must be prepared to face a powerful enemy, which is related to Su Ming's safety.

Even if it turns out in the end that this is just a false alarm, it is just a small matter of hunting less prey for a few days, but if Su Ming and the others are really in danger, then they can meet them on the road and ensure their safety, so no matter how you look at it, the choice made now is worth it.

Toot ——, Toot –

The sound of the desolate trumpet sounded, spreading rapidly towards the plain. The tribal warriors, who had been chasing their prey, immediately turned the direction of the two-horned horses and accelerated towards the tribal camp when they heard the sound of the horn.

More and more tribal warriors on sturdy two-horned horses, or four-wheeled chariots with giant crossbows, gathered over time.

In this way, a tribal army of more than three hundred people was quickly formed, and the ferocious fangs were about to be aimed at the people or beasts who dared to fight against them, tearing them all to pieces.

Riding his two-horned horse and holding his favorite black iron spear in his hand, Lie led the newly formed army to set off......