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"Clang …" The clear sound that was mixed with a turbid sound was very strange. It was definitely not the sound of a stone. Just as he was about to take a closer look, a figure rushed down.

When he finally touched something cold, he continued to dig at the soil, only to see a piece of rusted iron pipe in front of him. The rusted iron pipe was like layers of cracked old bark, staining his hands red.

No matter what it is, it has nothing to do with water. However, since Feng Feiyun was observing the mottled rust on the ground, the surprise in his eyes became more and more intense, and when the countless tiny grains of rust were filtered out and the tiniest amount of moisture was finally found, Feng Feiyun crazily roared, and as if he was venting his anger, he finally vented out all of the worries and worries in his heart.

"Hurry up and give them some water so that they can have the energy to work and find some water..." Feng Feiyun kept his excitement in check and said loudly. He was stunned as he looked at the jar that looked exactly the same as before, and he asked in confusion: "Water? Where is the water? "

"Stop, stop, right here …" He quickly dug away at the soil, and very quickly, a rusted steel 450mm 90 degree bend appeared in front of his eyes. This 90 degree bend was already corroded to the point that it looked like it had lost its steel, just like rotten lumps of wood. At the gaps between the layers of swelling rust, droplets of moist water were condensing …

"It's really water …" Both Teeth and Rod opened their eyes wide and stared in amazement. A relaxed smile appeared on the top of the mountain. However, Teeth and Teeth shook their heads together and said, "This amount of water is not even enough to fill the gaps in their teeth …"

"Err …" Suddenly, a strong sense of purpose arose in his heart. If he did not exist in this world, would no one in this world know that the water in this 450 mm metal pipe would be the clearest underground water?

"Smash it open. The water inside will drown all of us …" The mountain raised its foot and kicked the rusted 90 degree curve, shaking off the countless rust on its surface. Its eyes were burning hot like fire, and drowning in water in the wilderness was perhaps the most luxurious way to die, as if half of it had been killed by food in his previous life.

"Clang …" Without waiting for the order from the peak, the sawtooth blade fiercely slashed at the steel, sending countless tiny grains of rust flying. Then, with a scream of pain, the Tusk Blade flew away.

"Ding …" Teeth Cracked wasn't the first. The wooden spear in his hand struck the rusted iron with lightning speed. The instantaneous exertion of strength and accuracy on the condensed water droplets could be considered a role model for warriors. They believed that the tribe would not have more than a dozen people with such precise and ruthless assassination techniques, but they had forgotten that wood and steel were never on the same level.

"Pah …" The broken wooden spear was slapped on the face of the slave next to him. After suffering from the disaster of the fish in the pond, he covered his face and rolled on the ground, wailing.

Dong … "Clang …" There was a strange look of surprise on his face, he could not figure out why the water was hidden in the pipe, and why only one eye was exposed to the surface, but the look in his eyes was inexplicably deep and thoughtful.

The more he saw, the more he couldn't see the peak. More and more things were showing that the peak was different from the previous three claws he had grown up with in the tribe. The old three claws were like sharp fangs, sharp and reckless, but the current peak was like a sheath.

But right now, the mountain peak was like an iceberg hidden in the ocean. Although he had never seen it before, in his heart, he still had an unfathomable intuition towards the mountain peak, and the mountain peak was also unceasingly displaying new surprises, from killing the Night Demon on the battlefield, forcing the God to appear, to killing the God of Death, and then finding hope in the despair.

This had already exceeded the limit of the new tribe warriors. From the fact that the Black Claw abandoned the crowd to the fact that the Peak insisted on staying after being heavily injured, it was obvious who was the better one and who was the worse one. It couldn't be said that the Black Claw was wrong.

But it was precisely because of this that the miracle created by the peak could be reflected. Once was a miracle, twice was definitely not a miracle.

"I don't believe it …" "Gou Ya, I'll find some wood fodder flowers for me. I don't believe that I can't burn it …" Peak tried again and failed. Without the saw, they wouldn't be able to break through this rusted stuff.

Without making a sound, he turned around to pluck the grass. Shaking his head, he said, "I don't know the path of this thing, but I do know that if there was water inside, then the layer of iron outside would not be able to burn through …"

When Feng Feng Feng heard this, he could only bitterly smile.

No matter how high the temperature of the pipe was, it could only heat the water in the pipe. The water flowed, in other words, unless he could instantly raise the temperature to 10,000 degrees Celsius, the lump of iron was still a lump of iron.

"If only there were explosives..." He turned his head to look at Bitumen. The knowledge he had in his head was unable to make use of bitumen to make explosives.

"Let's smash it with a stone. As long as it's deformed, it might be able to drip some water …" After he had fainted, he had always been in charge of the pole, and there was nothing he could do about it, it was still better than kicking it with his foot.

Involuntarily, the bad influence of the pole in the heart of the peak gradually disappeared. He nodded to the pole and said, "What do you think we should do next?"

Feng Feiyun treated the pole as if it were his own. The pole covered his entire face in a piece of torn linen. Only one eye was exposed, and when he heard Feng Zhiling's words, his eyes flashed.

It had already been five days since they separated from the mountain peak to the time they led their troops to the Bian tribe. During these five days, he and the small eye elder had been begging for the appearance of the terrifying death god, because once the terrifying death god had appeared, they could easily destroy the entire Bian tribe.

If all of this was proven, Black Claw would definitely be disappointed. It was the loss of a sudden change in the plan, and it was his son who did what he didn't think he could do. So, Black Claw and the two hundred Horde Warriors didn't know what to do next.

There were two options. The first was to attack the tribe openly and then destroy the tribe that made Black Claw hate them. However, this meant that the tribe might suffer two hundred injuries. However, Black Claw's forces were still at a disadvantage.

The other one was to help the Black Claw Tribe, but another problem arose. He did not have enough manpower, and this time, the number of people sent by the Nerubian Tribe was equivalent to the number of people he had dispatched to exterminate the Wasteland.

If this was the case, the Expeditionary Forces of the Earth Scourge Tribe could easily turn around, eat up Black Claw's reinforcements, and then focus on dealing with Black Claw Tribe. Chapter error, point this report (registered free)

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