Sky Dragon Rider

"This is a satellite phone. It can make long-distance calls to anyone who has the same satellite phone or mobile phone under the sky, including Patriarch Baylor and Lord Maureen. I will call you first, and there is an instruction manual in the box. You can take your time, and it’s easy to get started.”

After dialing a number, he put it to his ear and listened for a moment. Belif said respectfully, "Clan Chief Baylor, this is the Beta Tribe, and the person who will be calling you is Chief Maixilan." The phone was passed to Mai Qianlan.

"what!"

Mai Qianlan, who was exposed to this magical communication equipment for the first time, was a little at a loss. When the satellite phone that looked like a small brick was pressed against her ear, she felt cold to the touch.

The way of calling that she had never experienced before made her mouth dry for no reason, and she didn't know how to speak for a while.

"Hey!"

A clear voice came from the ear, as if it was close at hand.

"Hello!" The matriarch of the Beta tribe couldn't help but also replied.

"Don't be nervous! Just get used to it, Mai Qianlan, I'm Baylor! How are you doing?"

As if guessing the nervousness of the matriarch, the Patriarch Baylor on the other end of the call maintained a calm tone.

"Uh!" Mai Qianlan opened her mouth, but a wry smile appeared on her face, and said, "Not good, very bad! Your two warriors killed the cavalry of the Mass! The Beta tribe is about to face disaster. "

"I can understand! But don't worry too much! According to my letter, take this satellite phone and the necessary rations, all of you will migrate eastward, and don't bring anything else. Qiongxian Island has enough supplies, and we will find Yours, don't worry about any lords, wait for them to react. The Beta tribe is already safe."

Patriarch Baylor comforted the female patriarch of the same clan. With Lord Maureen around, those green skins were nothing to worry about.

Those who arrived at Qiongxian Island with Master Mo Lin, except for the airship.There are also two giant dragons whose strength cannot be underestimated.

Feathered Serpent God, the most ferocious gold dragon of the giant dragon clan and the most talented space silver dragon, he couldn't imagine what the demons and orcs would do to stop this evacuation.

It is now at an important juncture when the two races are fighting for the domination of this continent. It is impossible for the two sides to mobilize a large number of powerful people to intercept it. This also gives the small races living in the gap between the two races the best chance to escape the sea of ​​suffering.

"Is what you said true?"

The matriarch of the Beta tribe had already regarded Patriarch Baylor and the human dragon knight as the last straw, and she couldn't help but feel a little excitement in her voice.

"It's absolutely true. I swear in the name of the Feathered Serpent God. Let's go immediately. Don't delay any longer! This is the last chance for the Beta tribe."

Patriarch Baylor almost patted his chest. He was very clear about the family background of the Yu tribe on the mainland. Except for the population, they were poor. What treasures could Mr. Molin care about?

"Okay, let's go right away!"

Tears welled up in Mai Qianlan's eyes.It's like seeing a glimmer of hope amidst despair.

But she suddenly seemed to remember something, her face changed slightly, she held the satellite phone tightly, and said eagerly: "Some of my clansmen were once captured by the soldiers of the mass, and they are still dead, Baylor, can you help me?" ?”

Thinking of those clansmen who were taken away, the female patriarch's heart was pierced like a knife, and she couldn't help herself under the eaves.

as a minor race.In front of the two powerful races of the Demon Race and the Orc Race.There is no right to speak at all, let alone the ability to resist, and often they can only accept it and swallow their anger.Otherwise, the slightest provocation will bring about the disaster of killing and exterminating the whole family.

"These damned greenskins! Dirty beasts! They deserve to go down to the underworld. Endless torment."

Patriarch Baylor's angry roar came from the satellite phone. As a member of the small race in the Chongyang Continent, the Qiongxian Tribe was not spared. Hearing the same tragedy now makes this patriarch who has escaped from the sea of ​​suffering feel empathetic.

He panted heavily, and after being silent for ten breaths, he spoke again: "I have to ask Lord Molin first, hoping that he can help us rescue the suffering clansman, but! Mai Qianlan, don't have too much hope! After all, Lord Molin has no such obligation."

Mai Qianlan suppressed the grief of losing her family members, and said with a choked voice: "Well, thank you, Baylor, thank Lord Molin for me."

Regardless of whether the human dragon knight will help him recover the captive from the greedy orcs, and the people who are still alive or dead, the Beta tribe needs to thank each other for their protection.

"I will, but in the end, whether it is to help or not, the Beta tribe must migrate as soon as possible, and sooner or later things will change, understand?!"

Patriarch Baylor once again reminded that the Beta tribe needs to act immediately. Anyway, the soldiers who have killed the local lord will explode sooner or later.

"I see!"

Mai Qianlan nodded vigorously. This place is no longer their homeland, and the dirty orcs will occupy it at any time. Instead of facing the bloodthirsty butcher knife, it is better to leave as soon as possible.

Two hours later, billowing smoke rose from the settlement of the Beta tribe, and then the fire burst into the sky, sweeping the thorn wall unscrupulously, and the raging flames engulfed the rattan house and the tree house.

There is an open space near the residence, so there is no worry that the fire will spread to the entire Blackwater Forest.

With a bit of reluctance to let go, wiping off the glistening tears on their faces, more than a hundred Yu tribe members of the Beta tribe carried simple dry food and luggage, flapped their wings behind them, and resolutely flew to the distant sky to find their own. paradise.

Shuo Shu Shuo Shu, I have no food!

Three-year-old girl, no one cares.

The daughter of the passing away is suitable for the paradise.

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In the depths of the Blackwater Forest, the flames that almost turned half of the sky red finally alarmed the nearby orcs.

In the early morning of the next day, a small group of orc cavalry who went into the forest overnight to investigate the development department hurried back to Lord Qianyuan's stone castle.

"Bastard! How brave are those chicks from the Beta tribe? How dare they kill our warriors and even run away? Search for me. No matter where they escape, I will never forgive them."

The lord of Qianyuan, who advocates bravery, is wearing a heavy steel armor covered with dark red and old blood stains. He exudes a pungent bloody smell from all over his body. He wields a long-handled mace that is as thick as the waist of a human race, venting his anger With one blow, the long table surface of Qingyan table, which was as hard as fine iron, was smashed into powder in an instant.

The barbecue, fruit and other food on the table flew around or turned into a paste that was hard to distinguish from the original shape under the spiked hammer of the mace.

The restaurant in the stone castle was silent, and several cavalry and cavalry centurions who went to inquire about the news did not even dare to take a breath, their bodies were trembling, and they did not dare to look at the lord's one eye full of cruelty and fierceness.

Unexpectedly, a big foot wearing combat boots kicked heavily, and a cavalryman couldn't dodge in time, and directly hit the heart-warming foot, and flew upside down more than ten meters, limp on the ground like mud, spurting blood, but He didn't dare to wail and scream at all.

Bang! ~

The lord seems to be still angry, and another cavalryman was kicked out, and the tragic situation does not seem to be much better than the first colleague who suffered this disaster.

Boom!The third!

When the Lord of Mass came to No. 4 cavalryman, the ugly green-skinned orc trembled violently, and the amplitude became bigger and bigger.

"Crap!"

He Massa let out a stench in disdain, but unexpectedly let go of the unlucky boy who was about to pee in fright, and immediately set his sights on the centurion of the cavalry team next to him.

"Hajia, how do you supervise the territory? You can't even look down on a small Yu tribe! Before they kill our warriors, you should kill them all!"

A mere tribe of the Xiaoyu tribe was not taken seriously by the massa. However, the other party not only killed the orcs, but also dared to run away without honestly leading the neck. This was almost like a loud slap in the face. its face.

It is conceivable that the other lords around and the lords and generals who are going on an expedition still don't take it as a big joke.

This is absolutely unforgivable, and will never be forgiven!

The voice trembled for a moment, the centurion braced his chest, summoned up his courage and said loudly, "My lord! I, I will definitely catch them back and tear them up one by one in front of my lord!"

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-(to be continued~^~)