"Tribal Chief, bad news! The south is under attack by an unknown enemy. Lord Manu is requesting aid."
Inside the Flying Magic Treasure, the Green Scale Race Tribal Chief was nursing a headache over how to stop the situation from worsening when a guard ran up outside the Forbidden Restriction in a panic.
"An attack by an unknown enemy!"
The Green Scale Race Tribal Chief shot to his feet. He rushed out of the Forbidden Restriction, left the Flying Magic Treasure, and flew at full speed toward the direction of the attack.
By the time he arrived, there was no longer any trace of the enemy.
All that remained was a badly damaged Flying Magic Treasure and large numbers of injured tribesmen.
"It was probably only a probing attack."
The Green Scale Race Tribal Chief's expression was extremely grim.
They had encountered this kind of tactic many times over the past year.
Those interstellar pirates would first send out a squad to launch a sudden attack.
They would test and assess the Green Scale Race's strength first, then follow and shadow them all the way, looking for a chance to launch a swift, large-scale raid and seize a great number of resources, treasures, and Green Scale Race tribesmen in one stroke.
The Green Scale Race had no way to solve this situation at all.
Because those who became interstellar pirates either had to be fast enough to come and go like the wind, or possess some sort of concealment method that left no trace and allowed them to strike once and leave, or be incomparably powerful, or capable of making use of all kinds of surrounding planets.
All the Green Scale Race could do was contract their defenses as much as possible and reduce their losses to the minimum.
That