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Chapter 472 0471: Relics

Sidi's eyes were bloodshot, and the boundless blackness made her breathless.

The Beishan Alliance fled in the wilderness surrounded by tens of thousands of hunters. For two whole days, countless compatriots were swallowed by monsters. At first, they were tortured by screams and wailing.

The Voldete lizard crushed the lone soldiers to pieces.

Sidi once fought against the battle flags, and with her amazing combat effectiveness, she took back hundreds of infantry, but also lost some mounts and camels that carried supplies.

The wounded and infantrymen came to their senses and began to fight violently regardless of dissuasion.

The Beishan Alliance was shocked by those heroic souls, and everyone began to make a decision. The number of hunters did not decrease at all, and finally crossed the pass with a short delay and successfully entered the next round of pursuit.

The life magic weapon above their heads followed them closely.

In two days, whether it was a strange bird flying and swooping in the early morning, or a savage monster that violently blocked the road at dusk, or a deformed monster that rushed over suddenly when it didn't know the direction...

It hangs quietly above everyone's heads all the time, like the eyes overlooking the living beings, watching more northern tribesmen die with a kind of cruelty to the extreme.

For two days, I was exhausted and exhausted.

"This life-threatening thing seems to be dimmer than the previous two days, isn't it?"

When Sidi spoke, blood burst from her chapped lips, and her face was covered with mud, blood scabs and other organ fragments, these were the traces of two days of non-stop fighting.

The troops of Hume and Tomio followed behind. The scouts came to report just now, and more than 200 people died within half a day.

"Before it loses its role as a bait, we will be dragged to death." Wusenbu was also observing the magic weapon and expressed his opinion. "We probably have less than 1000 people left, let's divide the troops into two groups."

The tribes in the northern border have been facing the test of survival all year round, and everyone has heard or even experienced that moment of awakening.

City and the people around them gradually slowed down.

Puff, puff.

Several riders fell down, seeming to have fallen into a coma, and those who went to help them took a long time to barely walk to the ground.

The war horses and beasts have been drained of their last strength. Everyone knows that this rest means parting. Only by sacrificing can more people survive.

Kitty found her hands tangled in the reins.

She also almost fainted, relying on willpower to hold on, the wound on it also burst when she took out her palm, but compared to the real pain, perhaps the despair and powerlessness hurt more.

Through the billowing white smoke, she saw the magic weapon of life condensed into a nucleus.

This kind of picture can only be seen today, and it was covered by the vigorous overflowing power before, and there is no way to see its true size.

Both Sidi and the adjutants threw away the broken armor, and while panting, they distributed the last food and water to those around them.

When they breathed, they felt that their lungs were riddled with soot, the pain was unbearable, their skin was chapped, and their wounds were hot, and the light emitted by the magic weapon would make the mount suffer even more pain, making it difficult to distinguish day and night, and energy wasted.

Mesut came over and saw City's knife-tailed cat lying on its side under the stone, while she stared blankly at her hands. "Zhanjing, the leader of the Fengyan tribe is calling you..."

"Um, oh."

Sidi pressed the wound to her knees and stood up with the scythe on her back.

The Fengyan tribe led by Joel Danbu suffered heavy losses. Some of their tribe stayed in the dome of the Red Maple Heights, staying with the remaining members of the Beishan Alliance.

As City approached, she saw two corpses not far ahead.

Tomio, Hume and others had already organized their own tribes and began to divide into two groups according to the principle of voluntariness, but the old man and the injured rider all walked silently and firmly into the same team.

The team had to separate and absorb the life artifact before they had a chance to save the rest.

Seeing the approaching darkness in the canyon in the distance, City knew that the soldiers who went to fight should have been wiped out, and every time the team stopped or even breathed, they needed death to support them.

Despair enveloped the people.

When Sidi passed through the crowd, she became dazed. The high pressure for a long time made her a little tired. She drank the water, took a few bites of the food in her hand, and her tired organs seemed to be unable to digest.

She heard someone crying against the dead body of the mount.

The boy's mule was exhausted, and his armor was battered.

"Take it."

Kitty passed what was in his hand to the other's face.

Only then did she realize that the object she had chewed for a long time was a piece of sweet cake bought in the Red Maple Heights, a delicious winter supplement.

Feather's patron, Sion, scout of the Wind Rock Tribe.

Sidi searched for the banner of Jordan Bu in the crowd, and found Sion standing there with a grass root in his mouth, staring absently at the cracked ground under his feet.

She heard whispers as she got closer.

"How should I tell Elona... her mother died on the battlefield against hunting..."

Xi'an's eyes were also bloodshot.

He was stunned for a moment, looked at Sidi, then turned to continue in a daze, and said in his mouth. "If I can go back alive, hehe, maybe I shouldn't have survived either, Irona, sorry..."

City didn't bother her, and walked around the enclosure made up of huge camel beasts, and came to the space covered with blankets and filled with the aftertaste of potions.

Jordan Bu is too old, and he has run out of fuel to fight with the team so far.

Sitting next to him, leaning against the slow-breathing monster, as if he could isolate the hell outside, he held his head up and said, "I'm sorry, your tribe has potential, but because you chose me, you ended up like this."

"Cough, cough, cough."

Zhuo Erdan sat up with the cloth battle banner, wearing changed clothes - in the Witch Crow Lingyu culture, only noble leaders who were about to die would wear this kind of pattern and color clothing.

"I know my time is coming, but it's not your fault."

She held Sidi's hand with her dry but warm fingers, her eyes were kind: "We are only careful when choosing our companions, and we will never blame them when we are in trouble. You are excellent and can bear heavy responsibilities."

City didn't know what to say.

Jordan can see the shadow of Ken in this young girl, but under the imitation, there is a deeper treasure, which is her pure and kind heart.

She took out the final relic, opened the cover, and carried the last fruit of enlightenment with the army.

Of course, Sidi knew what it was. It was the source of the Fengyan tribe's strength and their most precious wealth. "Who do you want me to give it to? To be honest, I'm not sure of surviving, and I can't bring it to the Red Maple Heights."

Jordan shook his head.

She put City's hand on the lid, comforted her tenderly, and said softly:

"I, and the people outside, have believed in you until now."

(End of this chapter)