Mech: Shattering of the Galaxy Chapter 1597 - 113: Raid!

(It was diagnosed; the baby has hand-foot-mouth disease, herpetic pharyngitis, vomiting to the point of near shock. We went to two hospitals; finally, Jinan Children’s Hospital gave the final diagnosis. Today, the child’s fever has finally subsided, and the elder can finally rest easy.)

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Upon hearing Basham’s seemingly complimentary words, the elder’s face, resembling withered bark, showed no sign of disturbance, merely gazing at the other party for a few seconds with cloudy eyes.

"I really don’t know why the clan leader sent you to join us."

His words gave no face to Basham at all, and after speaking, he turned away and picked up the bone whistle again.

"Woo~~"

The desolate sound bloomed clearly at this moment.

"You! How can you blow the bone whistle!"

Basham was utterly shocked, even suppressing the resentment that just rose within him.

However, the elder paid no attention to Basham, continuing to play the bone whistle in his mouth.

As the desolate whistle sound melded into the wind and floated afar, the wolf pack, seemingly moving mindlessly, instantly transformed.

If observed carefully, their movements became more swift!

"This will expose our direction!" Basham said indignantly, reaching out directly towards the elder.

But an aged palm somehow accurately struck Basham’s wrist from the side.

The Basham—who could even confront Isaiah momentarily in the White Armor Tribe—was caught unexpectedly and had his hand slapped away instantly.

In that moment, the elder’s clouded, aged eyes emitted a fierce glint like that of a hawk.

"Basham, when did you dare to act recklessly before us?!"

The sound of rustling in the air ceased abruptly.

The other three simultaneously turned to look.

In an instant, four piercing gazes seemed to stab like spears.

Basham, whose face bore a cold smile, suddenly froze, as fine sweat beaded on his forehead.

These Beast Control elders...

He really dared not provoke!

In the entire Red Stone Tribe, these elders were absolutely of exalted status.

If it weren’t for the young clan chief Izewende suddenly convincing the clan leader to order this meeting, Basham wouldn’t possibly have met these elders whose lives were half over.

Heaven knows where these old folks were hiding before, suddenly showing up with a trained bone wolf pack.

Over seven hundred trained bone wolves directly built the grand frame of this bone wolf sea.

As the atmosphere on the mound cooled, the Udan Spearmen’s eyes finally flickered, glancing hesitantly at Basham, then at the four Beast Control elders.

After contemplating, they finally formed ranks beside the four Beast Control elders.

Swish!

The bone spears simultaneously pointed at Basham.

Basham’s face instantly turned unsightly.

"Fine, fine."

"Since the four elders have their own plans, it seems I’m not needed to participate as an outsider. Very well, I’ll report back to the young clan chief. Humph!"

With a cold snort, Basham turned and left without a hint of a smile.

"Don’t bother seeing him off."

The mound originally somewhat harmonious instantly fell apart.

After watching Basham leave, the leading elder smirked coldly.

"These foolhardy souls."

After finishing, this elder turned his head back, "Continue, the pitiful population of the White Armor Tribe is busy fending off the wolf pack’s attack. Since the clan leader decided to sacrifice these bone wolves, letting them rampage is making the most of them."

"When did we need people like him to command us?"

After speaking, the other three elders on the hill simultaneously glanced towards Basham’s retreating figure, the ridicule and sarcasm flickering in their eyes.

Basham underestimated the Beast Control elders and overestimated himself.

"Each of us takes a position, then simultaneously activate."

The other three nodded simultaneously, all changing the direction of the bone whistles at their lips.

Woo...

The desolate whistle sounded simultaneously.

In everyone’s eyes, a spectacular scene unfolded.

It seemed like giant waves sweeping over the sea surface.

An observable layer of wolf packs began to go mad, rushing wildly from far to near.

The White Armor Clan warriors, who were already fighting bloodily, immediately felt the pressure surge.

Those bone wolves, previously somewhat sluggish, suddenly had bloodshot eyes, baring their massive fangs and mouths, wildly charging forward.

The expansionary defensive line of the White Armor Tribe halted for the first time, then slowly began to retract.

"Roar!!"

From behind, tremendous hulking figures, like mountains, roared as they charged.

"It’s the Mud Claw Beasts! How could these things be mixed with the wolf pack?"

The Mud Claw Beasts, over twenty meters tall, looked like giant land turtles crawling from afar.

But upon closer inspection, the back of this creature lacked a shell, replaced by porcupine-like long spikes.

These giant creatures appeared to crawl slowly, but each move covered over thirty meters.

A few bone wolves, caught off guard, happened to fall under the claws of these giant beasts.

Bang!

That rock-hard skull was smashed in an instant.

If Mu Fan were to describe these creatures, they would be the human siege tanks!

Everything blocking their advance was mercilessly crushed!

Mu Fan, running counter to the beast pack’s side, abruptly turned back.

In that instant, he judged the terrifying destructive power of these creatures.

A small leap, landing, knee flexed.

Shooting upwards suddenly.

Thud!

Mu Fan, using force, flew into mid-air; at a glance, there were at least five such monstrous creatures in the beast pack.

Mu Fan’s path forward presented a diverging point.

Should he rush in to help defend or continue counter-running?

If he rushed in, it wouldn’t be easy to get out amidst this frenzied bone wolf sea.

Once his mobility was hindered.

Then...

"Woo..."

A soft, distant sound blew past his ear along the prairie breeze.

At this moment, the beast pack simultaneously stiffened, then accelerated suddenly!

"Roar!!"

The spines along the Mud Claw Beasts’ backs bristled one by one.

Their clouded eyes now filled with thick bloodshot lines like fishing nets.

Mu Fan’s eyes suddenly fixated forward, icy as iron!

Sure enough, someone is causing trouble.

"Star child, Alva, is here! Come here, you beasts!"

Fierce roar came from behind.

Alva, seen running, was moving even faster than those Galaxy Federation soldiers wearing exoskeletons.

In terrifying strides, each leap and landing covered at least ten meters!

Each fall saw a circle of bone wolf corpses explode.

Merely in terms of momentum, Alva was like a War God in reality.

Since that’s the case!

Mu Fan’s eyes flashed fiercely, fingers clutched at his lips suddenly.

Sharp whistle echoed over the prairie.

"Howl——————"

A long roar, at this moment, bloomed from the horizon’s end.

"Evil Wing!"

At this moment, all gazes, near and far, were drawn skyward.

A vast figure roared through the air!

Mu Fan shot into the air like an arrow, his frigid gaze locking onto the front.

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Ambush!