Divine Throne of Primordial Blood

Hurricane Canyon.

Located in a branch of the Grey Rock Mountains, it is adjacent to the bicommunal areas of human violence and is one of the few areas not affected by Jedi craters and space fractures.

As a result of years of hurricane exposure, there was little vegetation around the hurricane canyon, plenty of rock, staring at it, and there were bare pieces of gray rock everywhere. The Grey Rock Mountains are called the Grey Rock Mountains because of this barren and desolate landscape, typically represented by Hurricane Canyon.

Such an area is naturally unsuitable for life, stretching for thousands of miles, and completely deserted.

Neither the people nor the thugs want to live here, but there is a race that persists here.

That's the Rock Nation.

As a subordinate race of people, the Rock Nation, though not powerful, has strong tolerance and relatively high adaptability to the environment, coupled with its gifted proximity to earthly energy sources, giving them a chance to survive in the hurricane canyon.

Of course, even the Rock Nation cannot gather on a large scale because of the harsh environment of Hurricane Canyon. It cannot be an eternal territory where the rock tribe thrives, but can only be a haven, a haven, where the rock tribe suffers from time to time.

As a result, the majority of the rock tribes living here have fled from ethnic areas and are small in number, and only more than a thousand people are simply unable to supply more resources here.

Even so, it is one of the most densely populated regions of the source continent.

They live here, escape slavery from the people, live like peaches, even though they look worse.

However, that is the truth.

It is also the only place where the weak can survive without fear of land being taken.

Walk on this dry land, in front of you is a dry and desolate land, and the heart of the steel rock has no source but a heavy one.

Is this where your own people live?

How long has it been since I've seen anyone?

Steel rock doesn't know.

From the day he existed, he had been wandering from one master to another, selling it until Su Shen.

During this period, he also met other rock tribes, but most of the time he only looked far away.

This is the Rock Nation, with no territory of its own, no glory of its own, only following, endless following.

But today, steel rock came to the land with Su Shen in mind.

To be precise, that is his real task.

Friends, mainly for resource support, occasionally come up with ideas for external responses, and Hurricane Canyon is the key to the plan. And it's up to the rocks themselves, because this mission can only be accomplished by the rocks themselves.

The hurricane blew violently and the steel rock moved forward step by step against the wind.

Even with his strength, you have to hold onto your figure so that you don't get blown away by the wind.

The wind cuts on his face like a knife, stinging and painful, and he can't even open his eyes.

Almost a day after such a hurricane, the steel rock finally saw the narrow valley entrance.

It's like a big-mouthed gourd lying on the ground, grinning at the side of here, like a laugh.

A teenage rock tribe is lying on the ground at the mouth of the valley looking for something.

He was judged to be a teenager because he was only the height of the general population, his hands and feet were thin, but the wrinkles on his face looked much older.

Steel Rock knew it was a teenager, and his facial lines just made him look old because of the endless wind here.

The juvenile rock tribe found a twisting white bug from the ground gap and did not hesitate to chew it in his mouth for a few times, eating it down and showing a satisfying deity on his face. This white worm is called a rock worm, and it grows exclusively in rocks, soil and other environments, with rough flesh and a bad taste, not to mention a lot of sand in the key. But this is one of the foods of the Rock Nation in Hurricane Canyon, and only their iron guts and powerful earthly affinity can afford it.

After eating the insects, the juvenile rock clan looked up and saw the steel rock.

He had a surprise light in his eyes.

At first he was a little scared and took a few steps back, but soon he was attracted to the rough appearance of the steel rock.

After a deep glance at the steel rock, the juvenile rock tribe turned to run into the valley.

Steel rock didn't speak, just waiting silently at the mouth of the valley.

Soon there was movement in the valley.

Steel rock saw a large number of rock tribes coming out of the valley, some with knife axes in their hands, all made of stone.

The head of the Rock Nation is an extraordinarily tall fierce man, one head taller than steel rock, and his whole body is like carved muscles, with stiff lines engraved on his face.

He carried the only source in the valley with a wolftooth hammer.

It should be seven, steel rock from the light analysis above.

“Has another compatriot arrived in the Valley of Hurricanes? Welcome aboard, son. I'm Chief Hadler here.” The tall rock tribe said.

“Nice to meet you, great compatriot, my name is Steel Rock. This is the first time I've seen so many rock companions.” Steel rock replied.

“You're not passing through here, are you? Hurricane Valley is not an easy place to walk to.” Hadler said.

“Of course not. I came here deliberately.” Steel rock replied.

“Then tell me what you want.” Hadler spoke plainly. Rock people don't like to talk about turning corners, and being honest helps them decide how they feel about their Guests.

“I'm here on behalf of my master, and I want to make friends with you.” Steel rock said.

“Behind making friends? With what motive?” Hadler is not surprised by the statement that the vast majority of the rock tribes out there have owners, so he also knows exactly what it means to be behind so-called friends.

This is not a foolish chief.

After a moment of hesitation, Steel Rock finally said: “My master is in the middle of a riot territory and he needs a way back… from the Grey Rock Mountains. ”

Hadler shook: “It turns out, any friend is an excuse. People only treat us as friends when they need us, and abandon us as rags when they don't need us. ”

Steel rock hurriedly shouted, "My master is different. ”

“Nothing is different.” Hadler interrupted him: “All people are the same. When they need you, when you're a friend, they don't care about your life and death. Steel rock, most of the rock tribes here have lived in people and suffered from people, so we will no longer be easily deceived by people. I'm glad to see you, Steel Rock, but unfortunately we can't accept your suggestion. Of course, for your sake as a Rock Nation, you can stay here if you want. Now that your master has gone to the mob territory, I don't think he'll ever come back. Losing your master, you are doomed to become a homeless wild dog in the land of the nation. If you don't want to live like that again, you can also live in Hurricane Valley... if you can adapt to the bad conditions here. ”

Steel Rock replied, "I'm not going to change owners. ”

“It's not up to you.” Hadler said.