Chapter 1561: Chapter 77: She Is Still Alive

Enoch swore that if the person who saved his father also wanted to take Teacher Wang away like the Red Stone Tribe,

then he would rather die than say another word today!

Enoch, caught in an intense mental struggle, didn’t notice Mu Fan’s trembling body at that moment.

"Is she still alive... is that so?"

The trembling voice was filled with deeply suppressed emotions.

Enoch looked at Mu Fan’s trembling lips in astonishment.

Wasn’t this the person who had just instantly killed twenty Udan Spearmen?

"Of course Teacher Wang is alive!" Enoch reacted immediately, saying angrily.

The question this person asked was really infuriating!

What do you mean ’still alive’?

The Goddess of their White Armor Tribe must be alive, and she must live well.

"I want to see her. Can you take me to her?"

"You haven’t told me who you are!" The little fatty said warily, almost being led into a trap.

Enoch looked hatefully at Hawthorn, whose face was covered in blood, and pointed his waist knife directly, "He wants to kill me and my father; he is the enemy of our White Armor Tribe! If you hand him over to me and let me kill him! Then remove all your armor, only then can I take you to the village!"

Hearing Enoch’s continuous demands, a smile appeared on Mu Fan’s lips.

This was the first genuine, kind smile he had shown since stepping through the Gate of Divine River.

But to Hawthorn, this smile was filled with a savage aura of death.

Upon hearing this, Hawthorn was stunned. Seeing Mu Fan’s smile, a great sense of unease suddenly rose in his heart, and he frantically shook his head, "No, no, no..."

The hand clamped around his neck suddenly withdrew.

The next second, two hands clamped down on his shoulders like Steel Pliers, leaving Hawthorn dumbfounded.

Crack.

His shoulders were... crushed!

"Ah!"

In the midst of a piercing scream, Mu Fan released his hands, allowing Hawthorn to roll painfully on the ground.

Then he turned to look at Enoch with those excited, bright black eyes, grasping his chest with one hand and yanking.

The core of the Dragon Rider War Armor was instantly extracted, the entire armor transforming into scattered bone fragments that wrapped the core into a ball and were casually placed into his waist pouch.

All the green eerie light vanished, and the brilliant Curved Light Scythe Blade turned back into an unremarkable Dark Gold Short Stick.

With a casual toss.

The little fatty instinctively caught the Dark Gold Short Stick, looking up at the big brother with white, tousled hair standing before him.

"Your Teacher Wang... is her name... Nuonuo," came the gentle voice floating on the night wind.

Seeing the uncontrollable trembling in his eyes, Enoch instinctively nodded, making a sound.

"This is my weapon."

"That is your captive."

"Your father is not dead."

"You are a man."

With a gentle pat on Enoch’s shoulder, Mu Fan walked past him.

Hot tears finally rolled down his cheeks.

The cold, damp air whisked away the heat of the tears.

The cool tear droplets drifted onto Enoch’s face, and he dazedly wiped his cheek.

Just now, this big brother... actually cried?

He is different from those of the Red Stone Tribe!

Then this deal is a success.

Then Enoch, his face filled with murderous intent, looked at Hawthorn, who was kneeling on the ground desperately trying to use his chin to prop himself up, and charged forward fiercely with his waist knife.

Thud!

With the sound of the blade entering the body, Hawthorn was directly pierced through and pinned to the ground.

"This is in return for stabbing my father with the first spear!"

Withdrawing the blade, he swung it high again and stabbed down fiercely!

The blade pierced through from the lower back and into the ground again.

Thud!

A piercing howl erupted, and Hawthorn’s convulsed upper body stiffened, yet was held firmly to the ground by the little fatty.

"This is in return for the second spear, you Red Stone scum!"

At this moment, Enoch vented all the pain and trauma inflicted on his father upon the instigator.

If it weren’t for this sudden appearance of the big brother,

his father would surely have died.

He would surely have died too.

So, this is a life and death feud!

...

The screams lasted for a full minute.

Finally, Enoch drove a knife through the opponent’s heart, shouting at the sky as if in a cathartic release.

At this moment, Mu Fan was already carrying Beardsley on one shoulder.

This burly middle-aged man was now unconscious, but his breathing had stabilized. 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

"Your father’s healing ability is incredible; he just needs a place to recuperate now."

Mu Fan looked at the little fatty whose eyes conveyed determination, his tone inexplicably reassuring.

Enoch gazed at Mu Fan with a mix of gratitude and fear.

He could feel the friendliness in Mu Fan’s words, but the scene of instantly killing nineteen people made him afraid to relax too much.

When they were two meters away, Enoch stood straight.

Hmm?

Mu Fan cast an inquiring look.

The dark-skinned little fatty directly knelt down on both knees, heavily bowing his head into the dirt.

"Thank you, you are Enoch’s benefactor!"

"Get up, let’s go." Mu Fan spoke with a rare lightness in his tone.

Enoch easily dragged two large bags of salt and carried a Dark Gold Short Stick on his back.

The short stick didn’t look long...

Yet it was surprisingly heavy.

Although Mu Fan had shown enough goodwill towards him, and he was quite grateful to this big brother, he must do what he said.

He felt less worried when he watched his weapon himself.

Although...

It was practically useless.

Enoch’s mood was completely different from a few minutes ago; he felt happy looking at everything now.

His father wasn’t dead, and the salt hadn’t been lost.

"Well, what about those Red Stone Tribe people?"

"Does your tribe have the practice of disposing of bodies after a battle?" Mu Fan asked in return.

"Only in the village, outside the village, there are naturally creatures of the grassland to take care of it."

"I’m the same way," Mu Fan replied aptly, leaving Enoch dumbfounded, then he firmly clenched his fist.

"Okay, leave them here, let the Red Stone scum remember this pain!"

The two walked one after the other in the tall grass.

The night wind carried the earthy scent that made Mu Fan feel inexplicably comfortable.

"Cross the river ahead, and after a while, you’ll enter the village’s hunting zone. Stay close to me; the river here is swift."

Just as Enoch turned to kindly warn, suddenly, a deafening roar erupted from a nearby spot.

"Roar!~~~"

The violent airflow even made his body sway.

The little fatty instinctively drew his waist knife and turned around.

Then he seemed to be under a spell, frozen in place, the waist knife he held aloft completely stiffening in the air.

"Star, Star, Star Beast... big brother, we encountered a Star Beast."

Stammering, Enoch looked up at the giant dragon glistening with metallic luster.

At this moment, the dragon head lowered, staring at him with wide, unblinking eyes.

Enoch felt even more despair than when he encountered the Guard of the Red Stone Tribe.

Such a large Star Beast...

Probably only Brother Alva and Uncle Isaiah could resist.

The little fatty’s face was ashen as he turned and shouted with all his might, "Run!"