Chief Tushan and the other Xicheng people could only give up the idea of inviting Ye Xi to come out, and they were anxious to think of a way.

Now that Xicheng is in danger, the group of black pterodactyls on top of their heads has no intention of leaving, but more molten tribesmen are riding pterodactyls to this side.

The Tree Man Witch, the Tu Mountain Witch, and the Ganqi Witch, the three Great Witches did not dare to remove the defensive shield, so they could only chant the witch spell all the time.

Chief Tu Shan: "White Turtle Witch, can you have an idea?"

Before the White Turtle Great Witch could answer, Chief Ganqi hurriedly said, "Why don't we send someone to ask the Shark Clan for help?"

Chief Tu Shan immediately vetoed: "How can you please, we only know that the mermaid clan is in the sea, but the sea is so big, where are they in the sea?"

Chief Ganqi said irritably: "Oh, try it again!"

Chief Tu Shan couldn't think of any other ideas, and looked at the White Turtle Great Witch again: "Great Witch, do you have a way to get out of the location of the Shark Clan?"

The White Turtle Witch didn't answer immediately.

His wrinkled and old countenance was as immobile as a pool of water, and there was a calming calmness.

The White Turtle Great Witch stretched out his left hand, and a black yarrow of the alien level floated in the palm of his hand, and in the blink of an eye, this yarrow was burned into ashes by the green fire, and then this ash began to change shape in the palm of his hand.

After a few moments, all the yarrow ash was swept away by the breeze.

The White Turtle Great Witch withdrew his hand, told them the approximate location of the Shark Clan, and ordered the Chief Tu Shan to immediately send someone to ask for help from the Shark Clan.

Chief Tushan immediately picked people in a hurry.

In the end, he selected more than a hundred warriors with good water ability, and in order to prevent the molten people from killing and intercepting them, the chief of Tushan also asked the earth worms to quietly send these messengers out from the ground, and instructed them to burrow out of the ground when they were a hundred miles away.

After the soldiers left, the remaining Xicheng people were not idle.

The leaders of several warbands began to gather their members, the Barbarian Dragon Warband, the Earthworm Warband, the Lion Tiger Warband, the Moa Warband, the Thorn Sparrow Warband, the Blue-Scale Pterodactyl Warband, and the Stingworm Warband...... Wait for all the major battle groups to be ready for a bloody battle at any time.

All the witches gathered together, bone staff in hand, ready to cast spells together.

The bronze ballista team assembled, the ballista crews were ready, and the heads of the guns were turned to the sky, and as soon as the molten tribe began to attack, these ballistae would burst into a torrential rain of bronze ballistas.

The old and the young, as well as the weaker burrowing rabbits, began to move into underground shelters to prevent them from being affected by the Great War.

The atmosphere in Xicheng was so tense that it made people's breath freeze.

A big war seems to be on the verge of breaking out.

However, the molten fire tribe did not play its cards according to common sense, and did not attack for a long time, and the black scale pterodactyl just kept circling and flying around Xicheng, flying tired, or hungry, and flew to other places to eat, and after eating, they continued to surround Xicheng, as if playing.

Everyone tensed their strings, from day to evening, from evening to night, from night to the next day......

In the end, the people of Xicheng couldn't bear it anymore, and began to drink water and eat, and after they were full of food and drink, they continued to stay next to the war beast with swords and spears.

In the confrontation, time begins to pass day by day.

Day 3, Day 4, Day 5, Day 6, Day 7......

The Molten Fire Tribe has not attacked, and none of the people sent out by Xicheng to ask for help have returned.

The people of Xicheng don't know what the Molten Fire Tribe has in mind, but it is related to the survival of their homeland, they can't let their guard down, and fortunately, Xicheng has enough food, and the people of Xicheng can fill the stomachs of more than 100,000 people without going out to hunt.

All the Xicheng warriors are still in the battle group, their heartstrings are tense, and they are always ready.

However, the three great witches removed the shield, because the mana power consumption of the defensive shield was too great, even if the Xicheng source stone was sufficient, the mana power could not be so wasted. So the three great witches just stared at the molten man without slackening, and once the molten fire had the intention to attack, they recited the witch spell.

Wait until the tenth day.

The Molten Tribes seemed to run out of patience and began to become presumptuous.

A hideous pterodactyl opened its wing membrane and flew down from the sky, occasionally provocatively skimming the sky near Xicheng. They didn't all fly down, but occasionally swept down, brushed over the roofs of Xicheng, and then flew up, swept down, and flew up again...... Draw a parabola like a playful one.

The distance was too close, and the sky above Xicheng was covered by their huge fiery red bodies, which would be bright and dark for a while, and the wind whistled sharply, and the wind knife blew up the soil and stones of Xicheng, which could cut out a bloody hole in the scalp of people.

The cone looked up at them.

He still remembers the first time he saw a pterodactyl during the Great Migration.

At that time, they divided the seized source stones in the ruins of the expansive forest, and then a group of pterodactyls flew in, and their terrifying appearance and aura frightened them almost to their knees, and even the war beasts trembled, and they could not have the slightest thought of resisting.

After a few years of development, now they are no longer so humble and weak, and in the face of the super tribe, although they still can't fight, the gap between the two sides has narrowed very, very much.

"Haga ——!"

Another pterodactyl swept low across the roof.

Sharp claws slashed across the roof, and stones and dust fell in all directions.

Chief Tu Shan looked at the east, his face was faintly gray, and he said in a low voice: "Our people haven't come yet, but the molten fire can't help it. ”

"There are a lot of molten witches here today. ”

Cone said.

Chief Tu Shan: "Maybe it's today." ”

The cone grips the bone spear.

I don't know that since a few years ago, the cone began to grow a beard, and he no longer wore thin braids, but neat short hair.

After the baptism of countless battles, the face of the cone has faded away from childishness and jumping, leaving only calm and fierce.

At this time, his eagle-eyed and sharp gaze stared closely at the molten man standing on top of the head of the sac scale wing dragon, and his fighting intent was rising, and the momentum of the whole person was like a spear in his hand, sharp, brave, and indomitable.

"Come on!"

"We Xicheng people will die heroically in battle, we are not afraid of you!"

Cone's eyes were heavy, ready to die with Xicheng at any time.

His companion Ling stood beside the cone with a stone spear in his hand, looking at Xicheng in front of him, his eyes were faintly moist, but his face was very resolute.

Perhaps soon, their prosperous and powerful Xicheng will be reduced to a ruin full of stumps, broken arms, and stinking blood. But after all, such a beautiful home as Xicheng has existed for so many years, and they also died defending Xicheng, which is enough, and the ancestors will be proud of them......

"Haga ——!"

A pterodactyl swooped down, its cold, greedy vertical pupils staring at the emerald stone house.

This is where Ye Xi stayed, and it was also where the source stone was placed.