Chief Tushan and the other Xicheng people could only give up the idea of ​​inviting Ye Xi to come out, thinking anxiously for a solution.

Now Xicheng is in danger, and the black sacculus pterodactyl group above its head has no intention of leaving. Instead, there are more Molten tribes riding on the sacculus pterosaur.

The Treeman Great Witch, Tushan Great Witch, and Qianqi Great Witch, the three great witches did not dare to remove the defensive shields, and could only recite the witch mantra continuously.

Chief Tushan: "White Turtle Witch, do you have an idea?"

The White Tortoise Great Witch hasn't answered yet, Chief Qian Qi rushed to say: "Should we send someone to ask the Shaman Clan for help?"

Chief Tushan immediately vetoed: "Why please, we only know that the shark tribe is in the sea, but the sea is so big, where are they in the sea?"

Chief Qian Qi said irritably: "Oh, try again!"

Chief Tushan couldn't think of any other ideas, and looked at the White Tortoise Great Witch again: "Great Witch, do you have a way to find out the position of the Shaman Race?"

The White Tortoise Witch did not immediately answer.

His wrinkled and old face was as motionless as a pool of water, with a reassuring calmness.

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

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

The Great White Tortoise Witch retracted his hand and told them the approximate location of the Shark Race, and ordered Chief Tushan to send someone to ask for help from the Shark Race.

Chief Tushan immediately picked someone out anxiously.

He finally selected a hundred or so fighters with good water quality. In order to prevent the Molten people from killing and intercepting, Chief Tushan also let the earthworms quietly send these reporters out from the ground, and asked them to go hundreds of miles away. Drill out of the ground again.

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

The leaders of several battle groups began to gather their players, such as the Barbarian Dragons, the Earthworms, the Ligers, the Moas, the Thorn Sparrows, the Blue Scale Pterosaurs, the Stingers... …Wait for all the large groups to be ready for **** battles at any time.

All the witches gathered together, holding the bone staff, ready to cast spells together at any time.

Bronze ballista teams assembled, and the major ballistas were ready to turn their guns to aim at the sky. Once the Molten Horde began to attack, these ballistas would immediately shoot out heavy bronze crossbows.

The young and old, as well as the weaker Oryctola, began to move into the underground shelter to prevent being affected during the war.

The atmosphere in Xicheng was so tense that people's breath was frozen.

The war seems to be on the verge.

However, the Molten Tribe did not play cards according to common sense, and did not attack for a long time. The Wuyangyang sacscale pterodactyl just circled and flew around Xicheng. When they were tired or hungry, they flew elsewhere to eat. , After eating, continue to surround Xicheng, as if playing.

Everyone tensed, waiting from day to evening, from evening to evening, from evening to the next day...

In the end, the Xicheng people couldn't hold it anymore, they started to drink water and eat, and when they were full and full, they continued to hold their swords and spears next to the beasts to wait.

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

The third day, fourth day, fifth day, sixth day, seventh day...

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

The people of Xicheng didn't know what the Molten Tribe had made, but it was about the survival of their homeland. They couldn't relax their vigilance. Fortunately, Xicheng had plenty of food, and Xicheng people could fill the stomachs of hundreds of thousands without going out hunting.

All Xicheng fighters are still taking the battle group as the unit, their hearts are tight, and they are always ready.

However, the three great witches removed the imperial shield, because the witch power of the defensive shield was too much consumed. Even if the Xicheng source stone is sufficient, the witch power cannot be so wasted. So the three great witches just stared at the Molten man unrelentingly, and once the Molten had an offensive intention, they would recite the magic spell.

Wait until the tenth day.

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

A fierce cystscale pterosaur spread its wing membranes and flew down from the air, flying low and provocatively across Xicheng from time to time. They didn't all fly down, but they swept down occasionally, grazing the roof of Xicheng, and then flew up, swept down, and then flew up again... they drew parabolas playfully.

The distance is too close, the sky above Xicheng is covered by their huge fiery red bodies, which will be bright and dark for a while, and the violent wind will make a sharp whistle. The wind knife blows the soil and rocks in Xicheng, and can cut out a person's scalp. Blood came out.

Cone looked up at them.

He still remembered that the first time he saw Cystocephalus was during the Great Migration.

At that time, they divided up the source stone captured in the ruins of the swelling forest. Later, a group of sacculus pterosaurs flew up, and their terrifying appearance and aura scared them almost to kneel on the ground. idea.

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

"Haga--!"

Another cystscale pterosaur swept across the roof.

Sharp claws slashed across the roof, and rocks and dust splashed and fell.

Chief Tushan looked at Dongfang with a faint gray face, and whispered: "Our people have not come yet, but Molten can't help it."

"A lot of molten witches came today."

Cone said.

Chief Tushan: "Maybe it is today."

The cone gripped the bone spear.

I don't know that since a few years ago, Cone began to grow a beard, and no more thin braids, but a neat short hair.

After the baptism of countless battles, Zhuo's face has faded from childishness and leaping, leaving only calm and fierce.

At this time, his eagle-eyed gaze was staring at the Molten man standing on top of the cystscale pterosaur. His fighting spirit was rising steadily. The momentum of his whole person was like a spear in his hand, sharp, courageous, and Never go ahead.

"come on!"

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

His eyes were dark, ready to die with Xicheng at any time.

His partner Ling held a stone spear and stood beside the cone, looking at Xicheng in front of him, his eyes moist, but his face was very firm.

Perhaps soon, their prosperous Xicheng will become a ruin full of stumps, broken arms, and smelly blood. But Xicheng such a beautiful homeland has existed for so many years after all, and they also died to guard Xicheng, this is enough, ancestors will be proud of them...

"Haga--!"

A cystscale pterodactyl suddenly swept down, and the cold and greedy vertical eyes stared at the emerald stone house.

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