……

Lightning and thunder thunder above the sea of Pandora trees.

Dark clouds converged under the canopy of the giant tree, but there was no rain, only the roar of thunder.

In everyone's anticipation, the young leader flew back to the tribe on a pterodactyl, but did not bring back the guests that the tribesmen hoped would return.

Although Sal was also a guest, he was already in the grief of losing his compatriots, no different from not existing.

"We must stay and fight the Tyranids."

Tucaron jumped off the pterodactyl with the help of the dragon knight and spoke to everyone.

Doubts, whispers, exclamations...... The courage that Tucaron had so hard to gather almost dissipated.

But knowing that the survival and death of the clan were only a matter of thought, Tukaron became angry and pointed at the people and shouted: "I know that deep down you all want to escape, but you just don't dare to say it out loud, and I want a leader who is not even old enough to learn dragon control to make this decision on your behalf, so that you will not be condemned in your heart in the future!" ”

This sentence forced the crowd to be quiet.

"I have two options."

Tucaron sat down on his throne and held out two fingers.

"The first."

"Bring out all the battle books stored in the World Shrine to study, and all adults in the tribe will receive combat training while grabbing resources at a fixed time."

"No matter which child or man's dragon is, whether it is a dragon in charge of camel transport or passenger transport, all serve as mounts for the preparation of dragon knights, and let the young dragons take over their original duties."

"All the young people went to the blacksmith or sewing shop to learn the trade, and were in charge of the production of war materials when the adults and I went to war."

"Tear down all the treehouses and build more defensible forts."

With that, Tukaron leaned back on his throne and waited quietly for his clansmen to respond.

He was quite calm on the surface, but in fact he was panicked.

What if the clan doesn't do it?

What if the clansmen throw away themselves and the tribe and run away?

"But that means we're all going to die." A young girl raised her hand.

"Death and battle are not common only with us, and any other kin, whether it be the Ark or the Savage, they are always with death and battle." Tucaron responded.

No matter how calm Tucaron is, he is a man who is not even old enough to learn how to control dragons, and his authority is certainly insufficient.

So there are still people questioning, loud or quiet.

"Or you can choose the second option." Tukaron suppressed his concern and raised his voice, "We are all gathered here, waiting for death. ”

There was a whisper, and then suddenly someone stood up and questioned loudly.

"You're so calm? Did those guests decide to take you away? After all, you are our leader, and your blood is noble? Hum? ”

Tuka was so angry that he almost jumped.

He admits that he is nothing as a leader, but he never thought of abandoning his people and running away on his own.

Tucaron drew the spear that his father had given him when he was gone, and stuck it on the ground: "You can let me die now, so that I will not be able to abandon you and live alone." ”

The skepticism gradually subsided.

Sometimes people just need an impartial leader.

When Tucaron said so, the rest of the people present were silent.

And those who supported Tukaron had the courage to speak out.

"Fellow citizens...... For the soul of the world! ”

"Anyway, we had nowhere to go 20,000 years ago, for Pandora! For every sleeping ancestor in the shrine! For us to survive! ”

“……”

When he saw that the eyes of the clansmen gradually became firm, Tukaron, who was panicked in his heart, breathed a sigh of relief.

The young leader looked at the spear stuck in the ground.

He asked himself, did he really have the courage to face death calmly?

The answer, of course, is no.

But fortunately, the one who took the lead cried and died under the claws of the Zerg, and he also died in battle.

……

Early the next morning.

The adults of the tribe have returned to the tribe after grabbing resources and begin cutting down trees before they can train for combat.

The children have entered the production facility to learn how to forge from the craftsmen, and with the blessing of the spirits' strong learning ability, spears and armor have been forged, although these are only for hand training, but the quality is okay, and it is enough for training.

And in those forging places operated by top craftsmen, Qin Mo, who was surrounded by craftsmen, held the advanced production tools he had researched to forge more advanced weapons.

Armor with a defensive field for dragons and knights.

A spear with a decomposition field that pierces through the carapace of the Tyranids.

A fire support platform that can be mounted on a dragon.

These weapons are like wooden spears with circuit boards, but time is of the essence, and the Barbarian Spirit is only good at using them, and those dragon knights have taken the art of battle as a routine in the long peace, and they will only teach the civilians how to ride dragons to fight.

However, Qin Mo didn't expect these barbarian spirits to take away the Zerg with their spears, they just needed to prove that they had the courage to sacrifice everything to protect Pandora, and the determination to fight against the water.

Uslan trains those in the tribe who have psionic talents, and trains them to become psionics.

In his spare time, Qin Mo walked to the edge of the top of the World Shrine Giant Tree and checked the tribe's preparations.

There was a crisp tapping sound from the black-smoked forge.

Below, a group of Elvens who worked spontaneously during their lunch break are using advanced equipment to cut down trees and dig for the planet's ore resources.

Those who are gifted in dragon riding are riding their own dragons in the air or on the ground, and they are stepping up their combat training.

The Elves are a race created by the Ancient Saints to fight against powerful enemies, and they themselves have the advantage of being a war resource.

Those who are born with strong muscles can not only shoulder the responsibilities of production, but even the duties of the militia.

"You see, as I said, they have only been at peace for too long, not at all."

Uslan walked from behind Qin Mo, leaning against a tree trunk and smiling.

He's happy these days.

In order to deal with the disorderly forces that want to destroy everything, the Star God is teaching the Elds how to protect their homeland, just as in the Battle of Cartier, where humans and Eltoss fought together against the lackeys of the dark gods.

It's a big occasion, for Uslan.

"We'll be done here soon, in a few days." Qin Mo's gaze moved away from the men and women who had given everything to survive, and fell on Uslan, "Then I will go back to my star region." ”

"Long after you return, the people here will still remember you, and perhaps in the future they will appear on your battlefield, and the grown Tukaron will ride his dragon and obey your orders." Uslan laughed.

"That's for the best." Qin Mo nodded, "When I was in the subspace, I thought that even if there was a hound by my side who could drive for me, it would be a good thing, and it would be a good thing to have one more person who could fight side by side. ”

Uslan didn't answer, and was silent for a moment.

After a few moments, the Spirit Prophet spoke, "Perhaps I will see all the Orders in the future...... Maybe one day we'll defeat a strong enemy, I mean, maybe...... It sounds like a bit of a worry, but we might be fighting each other again......"

"It's inevitable." Qin Mo nodded without thinking about it, "But I can tell the difference between the main contradiction and the secondary contradiction, if there is a method that can kill one of the dark gods with 100% certainty, but this method will make the greenskin or you become a huge empire, I will not hesitate to choose to kill the dark gods." ”

Uslan nodded: "There are many people who can't tell the difference, whether it is among you or among us, there are such people. ”

But the prophet didn't know that there were still some words in Qin Mo's heart that had not been revealed.

That is, times have changed, and half of the ancient saints who can fight a head-on war with the star gods are dead.

Not to mention that the various races have become crotch-strained after the Battle for Heaven.

The Elves nearly played themselves to death.

GREENSKINS ARE NOW THE LARGEST AND MOST AWAAAAGH BOSS, NOT EVEN ONE PERCENT OF THE ANCIENT ORCS IN TARASIN'S COLLECTION.

The Space Necrons have lost and damaged a lot of things in their eternal sleep, and they have serious civil war implications.

As long as the problems in the subspace are no longer problems, the problems in the real universe are not problems either.

(End of chapter)