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These people were indeed from the Vovalini tribe of her childhood.

It's just a little bit different from what she imagined. The oasis where Vovalini was before has already disappeared due to the pollution of soil and groundwater.

And Vovalini, who was dependent on the oasis, naturally declined along with the oasis.

At this time, what she saw were only the surviving members of several tribes. In such a large tribe, there is only a middle-aged woman and a few grandmother-level motorcycle riders left.

The moment she heard the news, Ferosa froze in place.

For 20 years, the existence of Vovalini has been supported by the belief in her heart. She has always imagined that one day she can return to the tribe full of friendship and warmth...

However, the cruel reality now told her that her fantasy had actually died many years ago.

It's not just Fei Luosha who can't accept it.

The other women who escaped with her were equally unacceptable.

Only Anghela could squeeze out a wry smile, and even comfort her companions.

"Think about the good, at least we have freedom now, don't we?"

Max watched all this with cold eyes.

Not happy or sad.

Even though Felosa was already howling in the desert in pain, he didn't show a trace of depression.

Because he didn't have any hope from the beginning.

Or……

He has no hope.

He's just a walking dead.

He doesn't want to come here, he doesn't want to go there, he just goes with the flow, lives in the world, without a goal.

As long as you don't get your hopes up, you won't be disappointed.

Ferosa was in pain.

The other women were not interested either.

Throughout the day, the atmosphere was dull.

It was not until night that Firosha had to start thinking about the future.

Anghela was right.

Although they have nothing now, they at least have freedom.

Escaping from the hands of the undead old Joe is indeed something to be thankful for.

Soon, a group of women discussed the result.

They want to abandon the heavy trucks and use light motorcycles to drive in one direction, crossing the salt flats in front of them, looking for a new home...

Max didn't think it was a good idea, but he didn't say anything.

Early the next morning.

The women left first, leaving Max and Nax in place.

Nax, who was hanging on the chariot, had come to his senses, looked weakly at his former blood lord, and couldn't say a word.

Max also looked back at him, and turned his head back without saying anything.

He once again looked at Firosha and his party in the distance.

Max seemed to hear a voice in his heart, calling him to act quickly.

He wasn't sure whose it was, maybe his wife's, maybe someone he hadn't been able to protect over the years...

Max stepped on the motorcycle Firosa left for him, squeezed the accelerator to catch up with Firoza, and made his own suggestion to them——

"Go back to the fortress, there may be a chance there."

Ferosa looked at the man in front of her in surprise.

"Undead Joe gave up chasing us yesterday. He must have returned to the fortress. Isn't it self-inflicted when we go back now?"

"I don't think it's a good idea."

Ferosa stared at Max.

She didn't understand how Max, with his old experience, would make such an outrageous decision to let a group of women like them counterattack the fortress?

How did you come up with it?

Max opened his mouth and choked out a sentence: "Maybe he is no longer in charge of the fortress."

Ferosa frowned, "Why do you think so?"

"intuition."

Max looked up to the sky.

Suddenly, there seemed to be another figure flying in the sky.

That drone...

Ferosa was silent for a while before saying, "We need to discuss it."

Then she looked at the other women, asking for their advice.

Max was pacing aimlessly aside.

After a while, Ferosa came back again, and instead of telling him the result, she asked Max first: "I still want to know your reason."

"What made you feel that way?"

Max was stunned for a moment, and said:

"Drone."

"What's that?" Ferosa's eyelids moved slightly.

"A weapon, a very advanced weapon."

"You mean someone is attacking Undead Joe, and they're going to win?"

"intuition."

Filosa bit her lips tightly, met the eyes of other women, and finally said, "Then let's go back!"

Chapter 469 Meeting in the Desert

Ferosa reorganized the team.

She turned back and retrieved the chariot she had just left behind.

Anghela and the women who escaped with her continued to sit in the back row of the cab, and by the way, they arranged for two old ladies to accompany them.

Max was the backup driver and sat in the co-pilot.

The rest of the Vovalini grandmothers drove their own motorcycles and acted as flankers.

In addition, there is a pendant called "Nax" on the car.

Originally, he saw Max and Ferosa leave, and he was already trying to find a way to struggle, but before he could break free from the rope, these damned guys came back again!

Ten minutes of hard work went to waste.

"Put me down—"

Nax's voice spread far and far in the desert...

in the car.

Anghela, the oldest, is comforting the other sisters.

In fact, these women didn't understand very well, they obviously spent so much effort to escape from Undead Old Joe's fortress.

Why go back now.

Could it be that when they go back now, they are the opponents of Undead Joe?

The sisters of Anghela had been tortured to the point of fear by Undead Joe. After hearing Firosha's decision just now, they almost collapsed on the ground and couldn't get up.

The crying in the back made Max a little upset.

These poor female voices, and Nax's cursing outside the window... These voices are like a heavy hammer, constantly triggering the memories in his mind, and those people who he failed to save over the years all suddenly died. come out.

"Max!"

"Why are you here?"

"It's time for you to come and accompany us!"

"Come!!"

call--

A jolt woke Max up.

"What's going on?" Max noticed Furiosa slamming the steering wheel.

There was also a cry of fear from behind.

Nax outside the window was extremely excited, as if he had taken a stimulant.

"You are dead!"

"Here he comes! He comes! He comes!"

"He's Undead Joe!!"

Nax writhed frantically, and the expression on his face was even more distorted.

Max looked forward, and sure enough, he saw a convoy approaching from the opposite side, raising a cloud of smoke.

A man wearing a breathing mask looms large in the convoy.

"It seems that your guess is wrong."

Firoza had a stern face, beads of sweat dripping from her forehead.

The vehicle is turning sharply.

Ferosa wanted to turn around and avoid the convoy of Undead Joe.

Max's eyes widened, as if he couldn't believe his instincts could be wrong.

Suddenly, he touched Firoza who was full of nervousness.

"Look!"

"Look at what?"

"Their numbers."

"What do you mean?"

Ferosa took the time to look in the rearview mirror.

Max said: "They only have four cars now..."

Ferosa's eyes froze for a moment, as if she was thinking.

A few seconds later, she slammed the direction again.

The chariot turned around again.

Pendant Nax banged on the car door outside.

"What do you want to do?" Anghela asked Ferosa with a hint of panic.

Firoza replied: "Undead Joe's fleet is too small, Max's intuition may be correct!"

"They are running away!"

"If we are in the same direction as them, we will only be slowly caught up by them..."

"Huh?" The women still didn't understand.

"Anyway, I won't hand you over to him!"