The sun is scorching and the sky is clear.
Here is the endless east F prairie.
The green grass is lush on the shores of Lake Victoria, and there are some crooked umbrella-shaped trees growing there.
These trees have sparse branches and leaves and are a rarity on the grassland.
Even there are no more than thirty trees per square kilometer of land.
Compared with these crooked-necked trees, the green and tall grass with hard branches and stems is the real owner of this land.
The sun had been burning the ground and the grass all morning.
As time goes by, the dew that condensed on the grass blades last night and the moisture contained in the fertile soil slowly turn into moist water vapor under this heat wave.
The water vapor evaporates upwards, forming ripples in the air like ocean waves, gradually blurring the distant vision.
In this unusual silence, you can't hear any insects or birds, and you can't even see any wild life.
Until a certain moment in the afternoon, several figures appeared on the eastern horizon.
Standing under the tree and looking over, you can only feel the figures rising and falling in the waves.
It seems to be floating, but also seems to be running as hard as possible.
At this time, the grass branches under my feet suddenly started to tremble.
A rumbling sound came from the direction of those people in the distance.
It's like the earth is shaking and the mountains are shaking, and it's like thousands of horses galloping.
Immediately afterwards, a large black shadow with four hooves appeared not far behind those people.
That is a native species living on this grassland.
The black buffalo, the shiny wildebeest, the springbok with sharp horns...
Countless crazy wild animals chased after them with red eyes.
They gathered in groups, like a mighty army marching out for battle.
In just a moment, they will be caught up!
"Brother, Brother Bablu...I can't run anymore."
Among the people fleeing for their lives, a young man with curly black skin was panting and seemed to have lost half his life.
The elder next to him immediately taught him a lesson: "Mwell, you idiot. Do you want to die? Hurry up, hurry up!"
"The Sword Comes"
"Really, really, Uncle Bagnolo. I don't want to run away anymore even if a rhinoceros lifts me to the sky."
The young man looked crying and said: "We have been running all day and night. How about you leave me alone? Anyway... it's okay to die here anyway."
"Don't give up, Mwell." The leader, known as Bablu, shouted in a deep voice, "Those are all Westerners' words. Who knows if they are lies. If you hold on for a while longer, we will reach the Lama River in no time!"
After hearing what he said, the rest of the people were immediately refreshed and their steps became a little faster.
Most of them just ran for their lives and remained silent.
But even so, the beasts behind them were getting closer and closer to them.
After running for a day and a night, everyone was at the end of their rope.
How could Bablu, as the leader, not understand the current situation.
If something is not done quickly.
Maybe they would be overtaken by the beasts behind them before they even reached the river!
Two hundred meters...
One hundred meters...
Fifty meters...
Can't wait any longer!
Bablu was heartbroken and stopped decisively.
People roared past him, and Bablu shouted to the elders in the crowd:
"Uncle Bagnoro, take them away first!"
"Babru, what are you going to do?"
"Brother!"
"Chief..."
People exclaimed, but they could no longer stop Bablu's determination.
He turned around to face the enemy and took out a forest-white bone spear from behind.
Others don't know that Bablu has a very powerful trick. He has never used it once since he got this bone spear.
To be precise, he hasn't practiced well yet and hasn't controlled the scale of his ability.
But he couldn't allow him to think so much at this time.
He made up his mind, and dark green fluorescence suddenly flowed in his pupils.
Immediately afterwards, colorful rays of light flowed on the spear shaft, and powerful fourth-order crystal energy gathered at the tip of the spear.
At this moment, the spherical light on the bone spear was even more dazzling than the sun.
"Supreme God Leza, please
Give me strength! "
"kill!"
A snow-white light penetrated the limited space at this moment.
He fiercely smashed into the group of black beasts following him.
Boom——
The white light expanded rapidly, and a loud noise came immediately.
It was as if a huge bomb had been detonated in the herd.
The soil was lifted up, and the branches and weeds were smashed.
Countless beast shadows flew into the sky.
The shock wave caused by the explosion spread rapidly in all directions.
It also blew away Bablu's figure immediately.
Although he is nine feet tall and has a strong physique, he is a warrior rarely seen in a hundred years in the history of the Zhugwu tribe.
But at this moment, the bison weighing 800 kilograms was blasted into the sky, and Bablu was no exception.
Fortunately, at this time, a pair of warm hands supported him behind his back.
The impact of landing tore open the wound from a few days ago, and he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.
The owner of the big hand looked at him with regret: "Babru..."
"Uncle Bagnolo," seeing these people not taking the opportunity to leave, Bablu urged, enduring the pain, "Why are you still here? Leave quickly. Although the vanguard of the beast herd has been destroyed, the remaining black beasts will soon Catch up quickly."
The young man Mwell also rushed back. When he saw Bablu's appearance, he couldn't help crying.
"Babru, big brother Babru..."
"What else are you doing? Let's go!"
"No, let's go together."
The old man wearing a turban also advised:
"Yes, Bablu, just come with us. This is everyone's opinion."
"Oh well."
…
Perhaps it was the blessing of the great god Leza whom Bablu believed in, or perhaps the black beast later did not dare to move forward due to the power of the explosion.
After the tribe fled, the remaining beasts actually changed their route to the south and did not pursue them again.
By the time they arrived at the river, it was already evening.
Mwell screamed excitedly when he saw the water source.
He ran to the river and knelt down, holding the water in his hands and drinking it happily.
The clear, colorless river water flowed down from his dark fingertips, dripping onto the soil on the river bank.
Just when others were going to the river to get water, Bablu suddenly stretched out his hand to stop them.
Under the guidance of Bablu, they discovered that there was a figure standing under a tree not far away!
The man was hiding in the shadows under the tree canopy, holding his slender weapon.
Like a silent ghost!
not good.
Mwell is in danger!
"Boy, come back quickly!"
However, Mwell was too close to the man.
Close enough to scare others.
Why didn't Mwell notice it at such a close distance?
There was a "crack" sound, and the light of the sword suddenly appeared.
One step away, the difference between life and death.
While Mwell's head was running and rolling in the river.
He still couldn't understand how he died.
Maybe he was too thirsty.
Like an antelope losing its vigilance on the grassland.
How can you spot a leopard hiding in a tree when all you can see is the river?
"Mwell!"
After the mysterious man killed Mwell, he turned around and walked towards the others.
Only then did people see his face clearly.
Yellowish complexion, brown eyes, delicate features, slender figure...
"With an Oriental face, who are you?" someone in the crowd asked.
"Don't ask, have we seen too few replicating lives along the way?"
Bablu struggled to get rid of the support of others, took off the bone spear and held it in his hand.
"Stop talking nonsense and get ready for battle."
"yes!"
Ten minutes later, Bablu and others woke up one after another in several tents of the Zhugwu tribe.
Here is the base they set up earlier this year.
The site was chosen near a holy-level gelatin core production area, and there are currently 10,000 people in the city.
After the International Union for Science and Technology and the Self-Government Council issued a call, Zhu
The GPU tribe quickly formed the "Branch-Prism Platform" and started the exploration of the prism space.
This time they gathered thirty people and explored the prism space for ten days. Everyone gained a lot.
Some people have been promoted a small level as a result, and they have been bragging to others with a smile since they woke up.
At this moment, in the center of the Zhugwu base, in the most luxurious tent in the Zhugwu tribe camp, the base lord Bablu sat silently beside the bed.
It has been a long time since I woke up, and everything that happened in the prism space seemed like a dream.
Recalling their experiences in ten days, they encountered many unknown evolvers and encountered three beast tides.
Although there were heavy casualties, they never lost confidence.
The only variable, and the only scene that impressed Bablu, was the Oriental who finally appeared by the river.
He originally thought that even if he couldn't defeat it if he tried his best, it would be easy to stop the opponent in a short time and let the remaining people escape calmly.
Unexpectedly, that man not only defeated him within three moves, but also slaughtered everyone else including them.
He had to admit that the opponent's knife was very sharp and his speed was as fast as lightning.
He has outstanding fighting awareness and has the potential to become a top master.
Moreover, the opponent also has rare large-scale energy attack skills.
Among the opponents he has met in the past, this person can be called "difficult".
But is he, Bablu, weak?
As the chief of the Zhugwu tribe and the great chief of the East F region, he had reached the fourth level of peak strength not long ago.
Since the disaster, he has been able to advance all the way up the ranks without any bottlenecks. In the past two years, he has experienced more than a hundred battles, large and small, and has never met an opponent in the entire East F continent.
The weapon bone spear in his hand is the only holy garment from the core production area of Jiao Rong. When combined with the bone spear, he has a strength comparable to that of the fifth level.
Who would have expected that he would be eliminated by a mysterious man when he was seriously injured...
The reason why their first trip to prism space was forced to end early.
The reason is this unknown Easterner.
When he thought of this, Bablu frowned deeply.
Just then, someone opened the door curtain and walked in.
"Babru."
"Uncle Bagnolo." After seeing the visitor, Bablu looked as usual and only asked how the others were doing.
Old man Bagnolo replied with a smile: "It's okay. The boys are full of energy. It won't be a problem to do it again."
"That's good. But let's not go there for the time being. This experience is very valuable. I believe that since it is an experience between life and death, everyone will gain a lot. We should take this opportunity to sum up."
"Yes, that's what I told them. Some people are promoted through the ranks, and it won't work if they don't work hard to consolidate."
Bagnolo stroked his gray beard and suddenly asked: "Great Chief, I heard that you are planning to open the prism platform to all residents, right?"
"Yes." Bablu nodded. "Now that we have tasted the benefits, there is no need to leave such a good thing. Moreover, the beasts on the grassland have become more and more restless recently, so we have to be on guard."
"It's a good thing to be able to experience in the prism space. But what if people from the West F tribe sneak in and cause damage?"
"Then you still need to ask?" Bablu smiled solemnly at this time, showing two rows of white teeth, "Of course I will kill them all."
He stood up and patted his chest. The injuries in the fantasy did not affect him at all.
"This time, I want to use the sign of our East F Zhugwu base to show those arrogant Westerners and Easterners who are the real warriors in this troubled world!"
After saying that, he held his head high and walked out of the door, only glancing at the bedside as he went out.
There is a log in there that represents the Prism Platform.
Next to the densely packed combat power list display, there is also a small LCD screen.
There is a row of small characters on it, showing the information of the local login:
No. 17, Baburu, Zhugwu Base, East F Garrison Area. Points: 186,947.
On the ranking list next to it, Lang Hua from Langya City in Fengwei Mountain was still ranked first.
The number of points is six hundred and eighty-nine thousand, seven hundred and sixty-three.
That’s twice as many points as the second place score.
