The chilling intent to kill instantly made the scalps of the three remaining spear-holding warriors tingle.
The spear-holding warrior who had just narrowly passed by suddenly turned his head, and with a smack, his face was instantly hit by a splash of blood and mud. In the remaining sight of his peripheral vision, he saw a shadowy figure sweep towards him.
"Damn beast."
The curse in his heart hadn’t even had a chance to be uttered.
Crack!
The hastily-rigged spear of the warrior was instantly bent at a right angle, with enormous force transmitting through the bent spear to his ribcage.
The entire person was sent flying backwards with a bang.
Heaven knows how the rhino could move with such speed.
The rhino followed up with a flick of its tail, sending the spear-holding warrior flying.
Moo!
The lead rhino that appeared to be the leader roared once more.
The remaining six rhinos went berserk simultaneously, their hooves pounding the ground like rain.
At this mont, the earth exploded with thunderous noise, and wails echoed through the sky.
The spear-wielders from the Red Stone Tribe finally understood what it truly felt like to face the Rock Armor Rhinoceros head-on!
"Quick... fire..."
Puff!
A huge shadow descended from the sky, crushing the last panting spear-holding warrior directly underfoot.
The gentle wind blew across the endless grassland, carrying away the scent of blood from the ground.
"Huff... huff..." The rhinos exchanged glances, lifting their heads uneasily to gaze towards the distant sky.
Unnoticed until now, at the misty edge of their vision, the silhouette of a giant dragon appeared quietly. Its spread wings seed almost capable of covering the stars in the eyes of these great rhinos, coupled with the bright shining armor.
It was a sight that inspired fear deep within their hearts.
The dragon’s figure flashed across the sky, circled half a lap, and then flew away towards the rear.
"Aww~~"
Evil Wing let out a satisfied howl, leisurely flying towards the fallen crater from earlier.
It oddly experienced the feeling of being a king here; the life of a dragon could indeed be fulfilling.
Going back to report to its master’s chanical Knight, gaining more favor in front of the formidable Shura, this was its way to ensure its survival in the future.
Seeing the giant dragon finally retreat, these few rhinos collectively breathed a sigh of relief.
All along, being herded at a leisurely pace by that dragon, the sense of fear had nearly driven them mad.
Having trampled the spear-holding warriors to death, these rhinos seed to understand that they could not return to the Red Stone Tribe, so they twisted their hefty bodies and ran lightly toward the depths of the grassland.
First, the entire Red Stone Mission was strangled by Mu Fan and the united White Armor Clan, then these Red Stone Sentinels were killed by the rebellion of the Rock Armor Giant Rhinoceros. The consecutive annihilations directly severed the Red Stone Tribe’s source of information completely.
This also brought the White Armor Tribe a rare mont of respite!
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White Armor Tribe.
Mu Fan and Wang Nuonuo gazed at Isaiah, who seed to have aged ten years before them.
This White Armor Clan Leader, who always led by example, now had a face filled with sorrow.
"On this grassland, there are hundreds of tribes, large and small, that we know of. For the White Armor Tribe, with fewer than 2,000 people, to have held out on this fertile land until today is no easy feat."
"The scale of this Beast Tide is noticeably larger, and the frequency of its occurrence over the past year has been accelerating. If we remain caught in this choke point, the number of wounded and dead White Armor warriors will only continue to rise, and it’s sothing our tribe... absolutely cannot endure."
"With Teacher Wang from the Red Stone Tribe as their target, it’s rely an excuse. What they truly covet are the naturally gifted warriors of our White Armor Clan... So if we do not relocate, we must guard against the ever-looming Beast Tide and fend off attacks from the Red Stone Clan."
"They are like a venomous snake, and once we are entangled, they will not stop until our blood is sucked dry."
"The warriors of the White Armor Clan are unafraid of death, but we dread our loved ones becoming slaves to our enemies in the future."
Isaiah had only spoken these words to Alva before.
Seeing the benevolent outsiders, Mu Fan and Nuonuo, who helped imnsely but were not of the tribe, he finally felt he could speak without reservation.
"My lord..."
Nuonuo’s eyes revealed reluctance.
Since being saved by these friendly White Armor People, in these days of interaction, Nuonuo had ford a deep friendship with this simple and kind group. They had taught her how to fight and how to face life calmly in such adversity.
Now, upon hearing such news, her heart naturally felt nurous reluctances.
But Mu Fan was already by her side, and there was absolutely no way she could leave Mu Fan.
Her kind-hearted nature continuously urged her to help these amiable tribe mbers, so at this mont, Nuonuo’s eyes were filled with a touch of sadness.
Mu Fan listened calmly and steadily to Isaiah until the end and then heard Nuonuo’s gentle call. He slowly raised his head, looked down fondly at the young girl’s upturned face, and a faint smile appeared. He gently reached out his right hand to caress her cheek.
Allowing the rough palm to slide across her face, as their young gazes t, Nuonuo saw Mu Fan blinking lightly.
The steadiness in his gaze finally put her worried heart at ease, and a radiant smile blossod on her face as she nodded vigorously.
"Mm."
Everything was left for Mu Fan to decide.
"Isaiah Clan Leader..."
After sorting out his words slightly, Mu Fan lifted his gaze with calm eyes and spoke slowly.
"You saved Nuonuo... Perhaps it was a re trifle to you."
"But to , it is a grace I can repay with my life."
The calm voice resonated gently within the tent at this mont, carrying a kind of stirring power!
Nuonuo even felt her heart skip a beat.
She had far underestimated her place in Mu Fan’s heart.
When Mu Fan just uttered those words "repay with my life," knowing his character, her heart just felt as if tangled tight, causing her whole body to tremble lightly.
Mu Fan’s way was always... true to his word!
And the calr he spoke, the more it indicated the thorough consideration and higher importance of those words in his heart.
At this mont, even Isaiah was moved. He knitted his brows, staring at the tall, composed young man before him.
"Brother Mu, what are you trying to say? The White Armor Tribe does not demand repaynt from its friends! Miss Nuonuo is a blessing the heavens granted us. Please, don’t say anything further to make uneasy."
Isaiah waved his large hand, undeniably stating.
Honesty in speech.
He hadn’t fallen to the point of using a tragic deanor to elicit sympathy.
"If it’s just the Beast Tide and Red Stone Tribe..."
Mu Fan’s bright eyes showed no ripple. He watched the sturdy Isaiah, his voice unhurried but exploding like a thunderclap within Isaiah’s ears!
"Then please allow to stay and help you eliminate these hidden threats."
"Your grace towards Mu Fan is greater than the vast stars above."
Mu Fan bowed slightly, but in his voice was a...
Indomitable resolve!
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