Chapter 1620 The Curtain Opens

However, for the savage races, they didn't care that much.

After all, the lower races on Manshengxing have no human rights.

In the Saint Luo universe, their Saint Luo tribe is the only ruler.

...

Squeak.

The heavy door opened from inside.

Izerwind walked out of the gate with graceful steps.

"Young patriarch."

The guards on both sides bowed respectfully.

"Go in and tidy up."

Hearing Yi Zewende's words, the eyes of the two older guards showed doubts.

After a while, exclamations sounded in the hall.

Yi Zewende, who walked thirty steps away, snapped his fingers, "Someone assassinated the patriarch, go and kill the assassin."

"Yes, young patriarch!"

There was a sudden and cold response from the side.

Immediately afterwards, a team full of bloodthirsty aura rushed towards the meeting hall.

Roars, resistance, and screams soon sounded.

Yi Zewende adjusted his clothes.

Finally got rid of the biggest obstacle to his control of power, and then he can make a good plan for himself.

He will step on the blood and bones of countless people to achieve his goal.

As for what the Redstone tribe will become in the future, what does it have to do with him?

Yi Zewende squinted his eyes and looked at the vast starry sky, wondering what he was thinking.

"Young patriarch, the murderer has been killed." The cold voice behind him sounded again.

"Very well, go and call all the elders."

After ordering one after another, Yi Zewende threw away all the pretense of more than a year at this moment.

He forgot to tell these fanciful people that the Redstone Clan will not expand and enrich in his hands.

It is already a supreme honor for people of these lower races to sacrifice for the noble San Luo people.

With a perfect smile on his face, Yi Zewende walked towards his living room with his hands behind his back.

After all, from today onwards, he will live as a ruler.

This body is not completely useless.

...

...

"It's been two days, and there's still no movement from the Redstone Clan?"

"There is no increase in troops, and there is no reduction in troops."

Inside the patriarch's tent, Mu Fan squinted his eyes and looked at the extremely rough map.

"However, it was discovered that the Blackwater and Qingya tribes began to reinforce the Redstone tribe."

The actions of the Redstone Clan in the past few days are hard to figure out, and the originally clear movements suddenly become confusing.

In the eyes of everyone, the reinforcements of the two tribes should have been a normal phenomenon.

However, the increase in the number of people did not make the opponent's dynamics clear. Instead, it seemed that there was a layer of fog that made it impossible to observe.

For Isaiah, who often deals with the Redstone tribe, this is completely a command style of two styles.

"The commander of the Redstone Clan has changed."

"It's a pity that we don't have internal support in the Redstone tribe."

The population of each tribe has its own distinctive characteristics. It is basically impossible for people from the Baijia tribe to mix into the management of the Redstone tribe.

While everyone was talking, a figure quickly ran into the big tent.

"Soldiers are dispatched! The Redstone Clan is dispatching troops!"

"A lot of people came."

There was an unconcealable shock on the face of the informant.

"How many?"

Alva was a little surprised, because the person who notified him was notoriously calm in normal times.

"Except for our backs...everything."

As soon as these words came out, the big tent fell into a brief silence.

"Go out and have a look, let's go!"

...

Headed by the Hongshi clan, nine tribes including the two tribes of Heishui and Qingya jointly dispatched troops and gathered in one place.

On the grassland where each fought separately in the past, there is a rare harmony at this moment.

The number of the joint corps this time has reached 40,000!

You must know that the Baijia tribe only has two thousand people.

The scale of this time has far exceeded any previous battles, and this scale is extremely rare even on the entire planet.

Yi Zewende stood halfway up a hill, looking into the distance.

"It's really a grand scene. Have you ever seen a battle of this scale on this vast grassland?"

Wearing a thick black-feathered cloak, Izwende's pale face was even more sinister than Basil Rako's in contrast.

Around him, eight huge white bone seats were lined up one by one.

The people seated didn't rush to reply when they heard this sentence, but instead looked at Shangshou with complicated eyes.

Basil Rako, the patriarch of the Redstone Clan, died suddenly. His son Yi Zewende took control of the entire Redstone Clan with legendary means in just two days.

Even the wise elders of the tribe were shocked by the means and heart shown in controlling the tribe.

"No... This may be the biggest battle I've seen in my lifetime. It's just that, respected patriarch Yizwende, is it really necessary to use so many people to deal with a small white-armored tribe?"

Hearing the question next to him, it was a middle-aged man wearing a bone-tooth necklace and smearing blue oil paint on his face. Izerwende smiled: "The mountain shadow patriarch of the Qingya tribe, the Baijia tribe is just an insignificant piece on the way forward. Stones, what we need to seize is the vast plain behind the Baijia tribe."

"Wasteland restricted area??" Shanying was taken aback, "It is a forbidden area that will bring death, it is said..."

"It's just that... the Mountain Shadow patriarch has been there?"

"Uh, this, it seems that there is not yet."

There was a smile on the corner of Yi Zewende's mouth, "That's it, so you don't know what's in it."

Looking around, a cold smile flashed across his eyes, "It seems that the patriarchs haven't been there either."

"I, I have been there, but I only followed the old patriarch to see it when I was young. It was very desolate. The old patriarch obviously had taboos at the time, so he didn't take me deep." The long scar from the shoulder blade to the waist is from the patriarch of a small tribe of 3,000 people.

"It seems that I really don't know what's hidden in it... But I have a piece of news here, you can listen to it as a joke."

For a moment, the eight patriarchs held their breath and stared at Yi Zewende, obviously all of them were whetted.

"There is the ultimate secret of the strength of the Baijia warriors, and it has been confirmed." Izerwende didn't make a fuss, just said it casually, sat back, and drank a glass of berry juice by himself.

"White armor, powerful?"

"...Well, can you be more specific?"

"Hehe, you will see it soon."

At this moment, Yi Zewende had an unpredictable smile on his face.

The double crescent moon hangs high, the clouds and mists are thin, and the battlefield in the distance is clearly visible.

Just when someone was about to inquire further, the shocking changes on the battlefield gave them the most intuitive impact.

"Those things, what are they?"

At the end of the line of sight, hundreds of thick white afterimages suddenly cut through the night sky, rushing towards tens of thousands of people.

"Ang~"

At the junction of the sky and the earth, there is even a giant dragon with a wingspan of 100 meters, which suddenly appears under the sky.