Outside the White Armor Village, right at the point where the beast tide erupted half a month ago.
A gigantic tent was already set up.
Fifty ters behind the tent, twenty Red Stone Crossbown and thirty Udan Spearn with faces painted stood in a vigilant posture.
Beside them were twenty warriors with brown hair, holding black vine sticks and clad in Fish Skin Armor. They were the Black Water Clan’s Guard.
Alva saw these twenty guards of the Black Water Clan and didn’t rush to act.
Unlike a few days ago, Alva now had seven or eight scabbed claw marks on his body, and the unruly long hair was tied at the back of his head, giving him a wilder look.
These past two days of temporarily taking over the war affairs of the entire tribe from Isaiah Clan Leader have rapidly made Alva grow.
Enemies et, and their eyes are especially red with anger.
"Red Stone Clan, you dare co again... Where is that dog Basham! Let him co out and die!" Alva, holding a shield in his left hand and a teorite Gold Battle Axe in his right, walked fiercely toward the giant tent, with deep red blood veins covering his eyes.
In front of the tent, an elder with a long beard and wearing a red robe stood shoulder to shoulder with a middle-aged man in a black fish skin outfit.
Behind them, seventy sturdy and robust White-armored Warriors glared at the front with hatred.
But under Alva’s orders, they all stood firmly in place, not taking a single step forward.
"Mighty Alva of the White Armor Clan, Basham has ssed things up completely, so he’s naturally unfit to be here. Moreover, our Young Clan Chief Izewende is very dissatisfied with Basham’s incompetence." The elder in the red robe said with a smile, the wrinkles on his face like dried bark.
"Is that all! Leading troops to attack the White Armor Tribe is a blood feud." Alva stopped ten ters from the tent, his eagle-like bright eyes sharply gazing at the opposite side, "Elder of the Black Water Clan, do you also want to be enemies with the White Armor Clan?"
"I am Kemmler of the Black Water Clan, honorable warrior of the White Armor Clan, the Black Water Clan certainly has no intention of being your enemy. Today, I am rely invited as a diator. According to the rules of the prairie, Hunters under the Star can sit in the sa tent." Kemmler slightly bowed.
"A blood feud, Elder Kemmler, if you withdraw now, I won’t kill you!" Alva’s voice was icy, unable to suppress the inner rage anymore, as he gradually raised his battle axe.
The atmosphere in the scene instantly beca tense.
"These are the rules of the prairie; if you start a massacre in a peaceful tent, the entire tribe will be despised by everyone. Alva, what hatred blinds you so?" Kemmler said calmly in his Fish Skin Armor, "Also, I wish to speak with your Clan Leader, the hero under the Firmant, Isaiah."
Just when this question was asked, Elder Edgeworth in the red robe beside him slightly squinted his eyes.
Alva’s chest heaved heavily, and his entire aura montarily halted.
"You!"
The battle axe was lifted, and he glared angrily at Kemmler of the Black Water Clan.
"Respected warrior Alva, your aura frightens , yet I am still fulfilling my responsibility as a diator." Kemmler seemingly ignored it and bent slightly.
"If Isaiah Clan Leader expresses the sa intent, then the Black Water Clan will fully withdraw from this diation."
Hearing this, Alva’s aura surprisingly cald down, his sharp features showing indifference.
"Today, I, Alva, can make the decisions here."
"Then what about Isaiah Clan Leader?" Edgeworth asked with squinted eyes, glancing at the battle axe in Alva’s hand, a hint of mockery flashing in his pupils.
"The Clan Leader might co over and can’t help but butcher you all."
"To die under Isaiah Clan Leader’s Heavy Hamr would be my honor, hahaha, let us et face to face." With Elder Edgeworth of the Red Stone Clan’s unrestrained laughter, more and more White Armor clansn gathered outside the village, their eyes filled with hatred for the front.
The attitude shown by the Red Stone Clan delegation seed to them to be one of victorious patronization and provocation.
"What if I do crush your skull with one hamr, Edgeworth!"
A voice as thick as a lion’s roar ca from behind, and at this mont, all the White Armor clansn looked back.
Only to see the Clan Leader, dressed in a beast skin battle robe, striding towards them.
By his side walked a slender maiden.
Everyone was montarily stunned, then burst into joyful excitent.
"Clan Leader!"
"Uncle Isaiah."
"Goddess!"
"Teacher Wang."
...
Amidst the chaotic voices, Edgeworth’s face froze but quickly turned into a broad smile.
"It’s my honor to be personally greeted by Isaiah Clan Leader."
"With Elder Kemmler of the Black Water Clan witnessing, how could soone of your magnanimity truly crush with a hamr?"
With just two light remarks, the previous conversations were smoothly diverted.
Alva’s concerned gaze swept over Isaiah Clan Leader, then took a long look at the maiden, a flicker of admiration in his eyes, before turning to stare coldly at the two.
"You!"
"Alva, the Star’s Child not only possesses a power that demands fear and respect from everyone, but also carries a heart as vast as the sky. Co, follow into the tent."
The Heavy Hamr was casually tossed aside, and Alva instinctively caught it.
Looking at that majestic figure, a shadow suddenly cast over his heart.
The Clan Leader’s White Bone War Hamr.
When he left the village...
It had never left his hand!
The imposing Isaiah was the first to step into the large tent, then unceremoniously sat on the beast bone chair on the left side, and spoke lightly, "Co, let see what sincerity the Red Stone Tribe has brought."
...
...
"How could you possibly know our Goddess!?"
Lance, who was as bear-like, marched forward with teor’s strides. Upon hearing Enoch’s news as he approached the village, he was taken aback, his mouth agape in disbelief as he asked.
"My goodness, could you be that great hero Teacher Wang talks about to the children."
"No way, I need to quickly tell Teacher Wang this news!"
After the shock, excitent flashed across Lance’s face.
But just as he was about to rush ahead, he was pulled by his companion.
"Fniva, why are you holding back."
The companion whispered, "...Alva."
Uh.
Those three words instantly cooled down Lance’s brain.
"What?"
Mu Fan asked softly.
"Hahaha, no no, since I brought you back, it wouldn’t be right to rush ahead." Lance scratched his head in embarrassnt and hurriedly changed the topic.
"Hmm? Why do we have so many people?"
Lance suddenly stopped, puzzled as he looked ahead, where there were unexpectedly many figures.
He had looked at the main gate in the morning when he left through the east gate and there weren’t this many people.
Could there be another Beast Tide?
"Who!?"
A loud shout ca from the front.
"It’s , Lance, I’ve brought a distinguished guest of the tribe, co and entertain them quickly."
Lance greeted with laughter.
However, when a warrior with an axe, dressed in animal skins, leapt before Lance, his face was far from relaxed, contrary to what Lance imagined. Instead, it was full of solemnity.
"Isaiah Clan Leader is in the big tent ahead, conversing with the people from the Red Stone Tribe and the Black Water Clan."
"Let’s discuss this after returning to the village."
Having said that, the ax-wielding warrior took a deep look at Mu Fan, his gaze sweeping over that well-fitted Combat Uniform, showing puzzlent, but he said nothing more and nodded amicably.
"Isaiah Clan Leader has actually awakened, hahaha, this is great! Co on, Brother Mu, let take you back to the village first."
On the way, Mu Fan’s heart, which had been pounding fiercely, was finally forcibly suppressed.
He took a deep breath, his gaze seemingly piercing through the dense grass in front of him, nodding gently.
"Thank you."
Lance laughed heartily, patting the ax-wielding warrior on the shoulder, "Mud, my good brother, how dare those Red Stone Tribe scum co to our village. Didn’t Alva kill them?"
"Not sure... The Clan Leader and the others have already gone in for a while. Alva wanted to make a move, but was stopped by the Clan Leader."
A group of people strode forward, having passed the last cover of grass, revealing an open view ahead.
Not far off, the rustic village beca visible.
But what caught the eye most was the rows of warriors guarding that grand tent.
"Oh, oh." Lance, not skilled in thinking about these matters, nodded in agreent twice, then asked, "Where’s Teacher Wang?"
"She’s also in the big tent." Mud pointed to the left.
The tall figure walking calmly, abruptly ca to a standstill, sharply turning to the side!
The previously calm aura instantly beca chaotic.
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