Chapter 123 The End of the Era: Iron Dragon

Vito got out of the tent and felt the first ray of morning light shining on his face. He stood outside the tent and looked at the rising sun. The orange sunlight shone on the desert, stretching the shadows of the hills.

The sunrise in the east was rising from the horizon. Vito stretched out looking at the sunshine. He looked around at the camp that had woken up. The tribesmen had all begun their daily lives.

It has been a month since he arrived here, and he has finally understood their lives. Vito basically understands their daily routine, culture and customs. Is he surprised? This is okay. After you live for a long time as an immortal, you will find that the culture of many civilizations is the same in many places. You only need to change your thinking to understand it.

This is true for aliens and humans, let alone within the human race, so Vito learns very quickly, very quickly.

He was wearing a jacket with his arms exposed. He stood under the orange light like a cowboy who got up early. Don't tell me, Vito had really been a cowboy, a cowboy and a sheriff during the Westward Expansion.

The "sheriff" straightened his lapel and walked to the open space at the edge of the camp. A group of people had already arrived. The young people of the tribe were practicing with long sticks. They hacked and struck each other to learn how to fight. Survive.

And their teacher was the chief's eldest son. He was holding the shotgun with a unique crescent-shaped scimitar. Vito had seen similar weapons in the Russian shooting army, at least it was functionally the same.

This weapon has more characteristics of the desert area. It is mainly made of wood, and linen is tied to the handle and front barrel to facilitate the user to quickly swing and hold it.

Vito looked at the weapons and somehow thought of Waldo's halberd, which seemed to be very similar in production ideas. Wait, did that old bastard steal the inspiration from them?

"Morning." Sara said and appeared on the side. Vito smiled and took the "black melon" she handed over. Now he can still break open the thing skillfully and drink the liquid.

"What's your brother's name? I don't know yet." Vito asked, "I heard it was pronounced like Hafas or something?" "Hafas, Hafas. Hamas, means brave person."

Vito watched him wield the spear as a demonstration to the young people. Indeed, his movements were very powerful and deadly, and indeed worthy of the word brave.

Vito shook the black melon and looked at Hafas. The latter knocked over a young man with the butt of his gun. The latter was knocked to the ground and fell miserably. Hafas said something to him.

The young man got up and attacked again, then was knocked to the ground again.

"Is he responsible for training the young people here?" Vito asked, watching the two sides walking back and forth, and Sara nodded. "His teacher used to be in charge, but now he is in charge."

Vito took a sip of the black melon juice and smiled. He looked at Sara and smiled charmingly, "Your pronunciation is also more standard. If I were to catch a foreigner, I wouldn't think you have an accent."

"Thank you, your corrections are very accurate, Vito." Sara smiled Burmesely, and Vito smiled and pressed her bare shoulders. Sara subconsciously felt as if she was electrocuted.

She looked at the man in front of her who spoke with an "orthodox Latin accent" that no one could recognize nowadays. The latter's friendly smile was so charming.

But not everyone thought so. Upon seeing this, Hafas punched the young man who was sparring, and then pointed at Vito and shouted.

Vito looked at him and touched his chin, "If I heard correctly, he wants to sign with me, right?" "Yes, he is a bit" "irritable, I know, and I probably know the reason."

Vito smiled and took off the holster and handed it to Sara. He nodded slightly with a smile on his face, "Hold it for me and I'll be back later."

Sara took the holster and watched Vito walk to the training ground. He flexed his wrist and looked at Hafas with a smile on his face, although now it seemed that Hafas would take it as a provocation.

Hafas threw a long stick to Vito, who caught it, weighed it, and then spun it around his head. He watched Hafas hand his gun to a young man, Then he pulled out a long stick from the sand.

He walked out onto the field with his long stick in one hand, and Vito and he walked toward each other like two wild beasts sizing each other up.

But in fact, they are all looking for an opportunity, an opportunity to expose their flaws.

The first one to strike was Hafas. His attack may have come from Sara looking at Vito with admiring eyes. He swung his long stick and slashed at Vito's head with a roundabout attack, but the latter blocked it instantly and started to defend and counterattack.

His long stick stabbed Hafas between the eyebrows like a spear. The latter ducked sideways and hit the second stick with his backhand. Vito also showed no signs of weakness and stood the stick beside him to block the blow.

Both sides showed no signs of weakness in the battle. They were spinning at high speeds to attack each other, and the long sticks were constantly hitting the opponent's life gate from their hands. Each attack did not look like they were sparring but trying to kill the opponent.

Hafas swung his long stick and spun on one leg. He created a cloud of dust on the sand. Then he hit Vito three times with a spinning slash, but Vito blocked them all accurately. .

Vito swept out his leg and kicked him on the calf. Hafas was momentarily unbalanced. Vito hooked him to the ground with a stick and then struck him hard.

Hafas opened the stick and then stabbed Vito's throat. The latter tried to distance himself from the attack that could cause fatal injuries.

Hafas jumped up from the ground, spinning his stick and posing for attack again. Sarah shouted something to him, but Hafas responded to his sister in a more intense tone.

Hafas looked in the direction of Sarah and saw his father there. The old chief appeared behind Sarah with a long stick in his hand. He looked at his son and said something silently.

Vito looked at the chief and his eyebrows trembled. Then he saw Hafas attacking fiercely. The latter's fatal stick kept hitting in front of him. Vito attacked again and again, but the opponent's attack speed was getting faster and faster.

Vito kept spinning his body to adjust the long stick to make room for the opponent. The two sides fought fiercely on the training ground, and their footsteps raised a large amount of dust on the beach.

The young people watching around were shouting and yelling, and the children also ran out of the camp. They were shouting and yelling around, especially the chief's youngest son.

Vito looked at Hafas who was constantly defending in front of him, and he began to take it seriously, because Hafas was also serious. His attack was powerful and accurate. If it was an ordinary person, he would have been knocked down long ago.

But Hafas had to spend some effort today, because the man in front of him was not an ordinary person. Vito had thousands of years of fighting experience, and it was not so easy to knock him down.

Sarah watched anxiously as his brother and Vito fought back and forth. The attacks of both sides became more and more deadly, but the chief had another view. He knew that Vito was letting Hafas go.

Vito had many opportunities to attack Hafas, but he didn't do so, because that would inevitably cause Hafas to be seriously injured. He was looking for an opportunity, a way to end the battle decently.

It was time to end this meaningless fight. The chief raised his long staff and prepared to give orders, but it was not his shouting that ended the fight, but a scream.

Everyone looked at the periphery of the camp. Two hunters raised their hunting rifles and shouted to warn of danger. Hafas also stopped and looked in that direction.

Vito also stopped and looked at the black smoke rising from that direction, listening to the roar of the engine that echoed. It was a train.

Hafas threw away his long staff. He gave orders to the men. All those with guns rushed to the sand dunes outside the camp. They lay on the slope of the sand dunes and aimed their guns in the direction of the train.

Hafas also took his gun and rushed to the position. He pointed the muzzle in that direction, and the train soon appeared.

The train, spraying plasma flames, came at high speed from the desert. The skateboard structure on its chassis allowed it to drive through the desert, and it relied on the huge armored sharp angle of the front of the car to break through the wind and waves and rush through the sandbar.

The giant beast rushed past the outskirts of the tribal camp. The side windows of the train were neatly opened, and weapons stretched out and fired at the camp.

Bullets knocked down people in the camp, and the children began to hide everywhere amid the shouts of their mothers and brothers. Bullets were fired into the camp and killed the running tribesmen one by one.

A bullet flew over the camp, and a shot hit the Kaban pack animal at the edge of the camp. The beast fell to the ground with a scream. The captives began to pull the remaining Kaban out of the attack range, but soon more Kaban were hit.

Hafas began to roar and lead the hunters to shoot. Bullets hit the train one by one, and the armored vehicle crackled, but soon the train responded with more fierce firepower.

An anti-aircraft machine gun aimed at the camp and began to fire. The explosive ammunition hit blew up a cloud of dust on the sand dunes. One of the shells flew over the sand dunes and shot at Sarah and the chief.

Sarah looked at the flying shells in horror, but suddenly the bomb exploded, and the flames rushed in front of her, and the golden shield blocked her.

Vito's fingers kept flying in the air, and an anti-aircraft shell fired was destroyed in the air. Explosions like flowers scattered in the air sounded one after another in the air, and smoke and dust filled the sky over the entire camp.

But Vito blocked all the anti-aircraft shells, and the train went away. The high-speed train whizzed past the camp, and its gunners lowered the bulletproof window and fell into silence.

Vito walked to Sarah and looked Sarah up and down to make sure she was not injured. After confirming that she was not seriously injured, he looked around the messy camp.

Women began to cry for their husbands or sons, and the wailing kept echoing in the air. Vito frowned at the bodies left by the massacre.

"What is the name of that train?" Vito asked. Sarah, who was still in shock, turned around after the chief pressed her shoulders. Sarah took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down.

"Oberon, the war beasts of the foreigners, we" "Does that train come often? It's like this every time?"

Vito looked around at the miserable scene around him, and Sarah nodded silently, "Sometimes it comes." "Have you tried to solve it?" "What?"

Sarah showed a confused and shocked expression, but Vito didn't laugh this time, but looked at the miserable scene around him seriously, listening to the crying, "It seems that there is no, then we can solve it now."

Vito took the holster back from her hand, buckled the gun on his waist and walked in the direction of the pack animals. He climbed a bansa and walked out of the camp.

The bansa walked past Sarah, and she looked at Vito and shouted, and at first she even forgot to use Ushkan.

"What are you going to do!" Sara shouted, and Vito waved his hand and rode Bansa towards the direction of the rising sun, "Get ready to kill this "Oberon"! Believe me, my dear! I have killed dragons! And also Made of iron!”

Sara ran to the edge of the camp and looked at Vito who was walking away. She looked at his back anxiously, while Hafas walked to his father's side and looked at Vito's back with his gun in his hand.

They watched Vito's voice fade away under the red outline of the sun.