Chapter 95 Blood Ranch

Faced with Fang Senyan's slightly skeptical inquiry, the Blackthorn cerebrate's greatest advantage was a large group of employees who could work 23 hours a day without overtime pay, social security, or supervision. So, it scoffed:

"Even if there is only a small piece of Pandora ore in a mountain, the diligent young fellows of the Blackthorn tribe will definitely dig it out! Besides, does our great Zerg mining require costs? However..."

The Blackthorn cerebrate said with some difficulty:

"We have just reached an agreement with the Great Mother Eywa. She shouldn't tolerate this kind of behavior, right?"

Fang Senyan smiled:

"Your agreement is: the current area of the Blackthorn tribe's territory is the limit, and you cannot continue to expand, right? Let me see, your current base covers an area of about ten square kilometers. If you reduce the base area here to five square kilometers, wouldn't you be able to open a sub-base covering an area of five square kilometers?"

"In short, according to the agreement, you can't hatch high-level units now, so let some temporary useless organ buildings wither directly. Some extra larvae-producing beast lairs can also be abandoned. It's not too easy to reduce the base area by half. Do I need to say more about such an easy thing?"

The Blackthorn cerebrate suddenly realized that if it did as Fang Senyan said, it would not violate the agreement between the two parties at all! Great Mother Eywa couldn't find any fault even if she wanted to. And having an extra base meant having an extra escape route!

To take ten thousand steps back, even if Great Mother Eywa turned hostile, she had no direct attack ability and could only attack through beast tides. But if she wanted to gather a beast tide, she would definitely need enough preparation time. As long as she used a large number of hosts to do a good job of intelligence early warning, she could at least get an hour of buffer! Then, even if she temporarily built buildings, it would be in time!

Expansion was the Zerg's nature and instinct. At this thought, the Blackthorn cerebrate hurriedly asked:

"Where is the place you are talking about?"

Fang Senyan said:

"It's quite a distance from here, called Triangle Beach... Even though hosts can be used for direct air transport, I still suggest you send a troop to escort the drones. Avoid any accidents. After all, the beasts in this world are very fierce."

The Blackthorn cerebrate agreed, but it didn't know that Fang Senyan had another sentence he didn't say:

The straight-line distance from the west side of Triangle Beach to the location of the Mosak tribe, Wind Stone Heights, is less than fifteen kilometers! If the raptors run at full speed, they can reach it in ten minutes! If hosts are used for transportation, then this time can be shortened by more than half!

However, based on the current relationship between Fang Senyan and Blackthorn, even if he blatantly wanted to use it, it would not have any objection.

In the distance, gray smoke billowed, and the sound of hooves rumbled like thunder in the distance. Birds in the surrounding jungle were startled and flew away, and a large group of beasts ran from the horizon as if being crushed! A burst of gray dust rose on the plain that had been scorched by the sun for a whole day! It spread and rose, like a gray dragon that lingered for a long time.

The setting sun dragged the shadows of these agile beasts very long on the ground. If one was familiar with the creatures on Pandora, one could easily recognize that this was the most common six-hoofed creature on the planet, called the direhorse.

Usually, a direhorse herd would have at most fifty or so heads, but at this time, there were at least three or four hundred direhorses, and several seven or eight blue-skinned Na'vi riders carrying bows and arrows were scattered in the herd. Unlike the other Na'vi, they all had dark red bands tied around their necks, indicating that these Na'vi belonged to the Fallen tribe. It seemed that this direhorse herd was artificially raised, similar to the horse herds raised by nomads on the grasslands, which was why their scale was so large.

Among the direhorse herd, two huge beasts walked unhurriedly with "dong dong dong" steps, one beast was a stipede, with a cage more than two meters high on its back. The other beast's eyes shone with a sharp light, and seemed to contain fierce emotions like dark clouds brewing lightning. The concave horns on its head looked very powerful, but a Na'vi with very clear muscle outlines all over his body was riding backwards on its back, lazily leaning against its giant horns and resting.

This Na'vi had very clear muscle outlines all over his body, looking like a cheetah with both agility and strength. He was not carrying a bow and arrow, but had two huge bone boomerangs hanging from his waist, and the ornaments hanging from them seemed to be woven from the manes and hair of prey. This Mosak tribe Na'vi didn't even raise his eyelids and said directly:

"Outlander, I have fulfilled your wish. I respect your powerful killing power, but I despise your fighting style of lurking in the distance and shooting! I will give you one last chance. If you are willing to fight me face to face, then I will consider burying you in the belly of my friend, so that your soul can be with its powerful strength."

The person speaking was the powerful hammerhead titanothere rider: Ote. He was also one of the few legendary creature riders in the entire Mosak tribe. And his words just now were not a ridicule, but were full of sincere seriousness, just like in ancient Chinese novels/YY novels, heroes cherish each other in battle, so letting you die in my hands is one thing.

And letting his mount eat the enemy's corpse sounded cruel, but even in the real world there are similar customs, such as sky burial. It sounds sacred, but it is actually cutting up the corpse and feeding it to birds... and

Moreover, not everyone is absolutely qualified to enjoy this treatment. However, this outlander obviously had his own plans. After being silent for a while, he said in a hoarse voice:

"If you regret agreeing to me at that time, then you can come over now and kill me, I will never fight back."

Ote snorted angrily, guessing that he felt that his hot face was being pressed against a cold ass, so he turned his head and stopped talking. Instead, he shouted a few words full of anger to the Na'vi of the Mosak tribe next to him. The Na'vi were immediately filled with horror and accelerated their horses forward cautiously.

There wasn't a single cloud in the sky. The setting sun was like blood, and there was still a long distance from the horizon. High temperatures ruled the earth, and the hot air showed no sign of flowing. As the direhorses accelerated, the Strelitzia ranch in the distance was already in sight, giving people a feeling of quietness, like the dead silence in a tomb, and a strong sense of oppression.

What these direhorses saw in their eyes was not the pleasant flower nectar. After this rapid gallop, they couldn't wait to jump into the clear river to drink and play. When they entered the flower field, the original formation of the herd had already been scattered. Some direhorses with violent personalities even began to collide and squeeze their companions, trying to be the first to drink water! At this time, the human who was imprisoned in the wooden cage suddenly frowned and let out a surprised "huh!" as if he wanted to say something but stopped!

And the Na'vi certainly wouldn't notice this abnormality, because in their eyes, this outlander had already been classified into the category of people who would die soon. When all the herds stopped and began to bathe and play in the river, a fine "rumbling rumbling rumbling" sound suddenly came from the air!

This sound should have been extremely slight, but when thousands of similar sounds gathered together! That was the terrifying, life-threatening sound that would directly shock people's hearts!

From the dense forests on both sides of the flower field, at least seven or eight hundred extremely ferocious raptors (two raptors = 1 population) suddenly poured out in an instant, presenting a perfect encirclement, and pounced madly at the relaxed herd of horses and Na'vi all at once! They showed their fangs and claws, and they were enjoying the joy and frenzy of hunting! Although each direhorse was several times the size of a raptor, the herbivorous direhorses were frightened and clumsy in the face of this powerful combat creature!

Facing such a situation of being suddenly ambushed, Ote was not angry but overjoyed. He laughed wildly at the sky, and the huge hammerhead titanothere under his crotch also spewed out "whoosh whoosh" of excited white air from its nostrils!

Just as Ote was about to raise his bone boomerang and throw it out, flying sand and rocks shot up from the ground diagonally. A burly figure flew out of the ground, raised a black lightsaber and suddenly stabbed it into the door of this hammerhead titanothere! This huge legendary creature immediately let out a painful and angry roar. The concave horn on top of its head, which had been surrounded by lightning, immediately dissipated, and it roared back violently.

Although only the hammerhead titanothere was hit, strangely, Ote also frowned. He immediately turned around, as if he felt the same way his mount was experiencing something, and roared and threw the bone boomerang at the person who had emerged from behind!

The person who appeared later was naturally Rocks. The three of them had painstakingly planned, and they were certainly unwilling to gain nothing (if they were attacked by the Blackthorn tribe's creatures, then the spoils would be greatly reduced or even non-existent), so as long as they followed the previously formulated plan, if Rocks could withstand even a very simple resistance, it was still possible to exhaust the Na'vi rider riding the legendary creature to death on the spot! ro@.