Feeling the questioning gazes from all around, Mu Fan...
gently nodded.
This understated action carried an unusual certainty.
However, Mu Fan’s first words surprised everyone.
"Can you let see your weapon first?"
Mu Fan’s gaze fell on Alva’s waist. The questions about those weapons had been on his mind since the battle.
A shield that could repeatedly block the stabbing of a Curved Light Scythe Blade was almost impossible among single-soldier weapons.
In the Galaxy Federation, he could easily penetrate enemies wearing heavy exoskeleton armor.
Yet on this planet, it was repeatedly blocked by that bone shield, which seed to be covered in spots.
"You an my Bone Gold Shield?"
After receiving Mu Fan’s affirmative response, Alva unbuckled the shield and tossed it over.
"This is a unique weapon of our White Armor Clan, but my shield, which can withstand the impact of a giant rhino, almost failed against your attack. Your weapon is peculiar as well!"
At this mont, Alva recalled with so resentnt.
He took that bone shield.
The weighty sensation far exceeded normal bone.
Yet, compared to steel, it was much lighter.
His gaze fell on the shield’s surface covered in intersecting scars, examining it closely.
His right palm gently rubbed over the shield’s surface.
The rough texture brought a sense of ruggedness at first touch.
However, as the palm continued, a cool sensation quietly erged.
Mu Fan withdrew his hand, looking at the shimring silver, dark gold, varying brightness, and multifaceted spots, squinting his eyes.
He could confirm it was tal.
Moreover, he had just intentionally brushed his wrist against the shield’s spots.
The wristwatch trembled three tis consecutively.
This often represented Black’s anxious emotion.
"Your shield is harder than imagined, and it even possesses passive energy storage and active release characteristics. I noticed earlier, once you parry an attack, the force of the assault vanishes without a trace instantly."
"I have always suspected it’s an issue with this shield’s material."
Mu Fan rubbed the shield, quietly remarking.
"Of course, it is what made our White-armored Warrior renowned across the plains. Bone Gold Weapons are a gift from the heavens to the warriors."
Alva drew his war axe, lovingly caressing its blade.
On this axe, one could clearly see the dense tallic spots concentrated on the blade.
Those spots not only did not damage the axe’s sharpness but also gave the blade...
an indescribable chill!
This material ingeniously combines features like lightness, sharpness, and energy absorption, which should never coexist.
The resulting shock could not be ignored, even by Mu Fan.
"Bone Gold... Is that the na of this material?"
In a quiet murmur, Mu Fan looked up at Alva, "If the warriors of the White Armor Tribe are equipped with such weapons, with your combat capabilities..."
"How could they lose?"
Upon hearing Mu Fan’s inquiry, Lance and others exchanged glances, sighing helplessly.
"Certainly, if all were Bone Gold weapons, our White Armor Tribe would not be trapped here."
Alva sighed lightly, a wry smile appearing for the first ti.
"Bone Gold... Bone Gold... It represents mineral deposits filled with countless bones..."
Nearly half the faces of those watching showed an uncontrollable despondency.
In a slow introduction, Mu Fan finally learned the source of these peculiar weapons!
The tallic shimring spots co from a mineral called "Black Gold," the collection of which requires human lives as paynt.
As for the bones representing the weapon molds, they co from a place called "Burial Ground."
These two regions were entirely unfamiliar to Wang Nuonuo standing beside him.
"Black Gold... Burial Ground..."
Upon hearing the girl’s murmur, Alva, with eyes filled with unabated admiration, looked over, "These two places are absolutely dangerous regions. ’Black Gold’ requires Wind Collectors, while we must personally go to Burial Ground, even I am only about seventy percent confident in surviving."
"This is the White Armor Clan’s secret. But for our two most esteed guests, especially Miss Nuonuo, it shouldn’t be a secret."
"So, I’ll take you to see it for yourself, and you’ll understand."
Seeing the continued confusion in their eyes, Alva said no more and rely called to the side, "Norbert, go call a Wind Collector."
"Miss Nuonuo, stay in the tribe because the road to collect ’Black Gold’ is extrely rugged."
Upon hearing Alva’s caution, Wang Nuonuo stopped and looked at Mu Fan: "I’ll wait for you."
"Alright."
A surprisingly petite young man ca forward.
Nuonuo widened her eyes, recognizing this slim youth, Bloer.
Because he was so silent and fragile-looking, utterly unlike the warriors of the White Armor Tribe.
Sotis, Nuonuo would see Bloer leaving with a hoe.
She once thought he was a wanderer taken in by the tribe.
But she really didn’t know...
Bloer was actually a so-called "Wind Collector."
Upon seeing the many people within the large tent, Bloer blinked his dark eyes, remaining silent.
"Is everyone okay?" Alva asked.
"Yes."
"How is Klay’s recovery?"
Bloer thought for a mont before speaking weakly, "In three more months, he’ll be able to rise at sunset."
"It’s the day to collect ’Black Gold’; Bloer, you lead us. Brother Mu Fan is not an outsider."
Bloer’s dark eyes lingered for several seconds before nodding again.
Then, this slim youth, barely over 160 centiters tall, turned and left the tent.
"Let’s go."
Alva issued the invitation to Mu Fan.
...
...
"Wind Collectors shouldn’t be too tall; they must be very strong, very fast, at least on par with ."
"Bloer is Wind Clan; they are the most rare species on this prairie."
After rushing out of the tribe, the group straightforwardly plunged into the deep canyon beside the tribe!
The grass folded rapidly, and Mu Fan listened to Alva’s introduction, his surprised gaze falling on the frail silhouette not far ahead.
His movents were silent.
Every step taken, each action was extrely swift.
Stepping upon the folded grass leaves, there was no sound at all.
No matter how fast everyone moved, he maintained a steady three-ter lead in front of everyone.
"They are allies of the White Armor Tribe, but due to their peculiar living environnt and successive beast tide invasions, they have less than a tenth the population of the White Armor Tribe..."
"Wind Clan people can dance on the winds."
"If you want to collect ’Black Gold,’ Wind Collectors are indispensable!"
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