Chapter 1564: Chapter 80: Uninvited Guests, the Red Stone Mission

"The Isaiah Clan Leader has awakened."

As a middle-aged woman walked out of the largest house and shouted, the previously somber atmosphere in the entire village instantly lifted.

"Thank the Stars, thank the God of the Prairie."

Everyone who heard the news clasped their hands in prayer, thanking the stars.

This was the best news the White Armor Clan had heard in days.

The aftermath of the Beast Tide had already passed, with the White Armor Tribe having lost 132 warriors, and more than 300 wounded.

For this small tribe of only 2,000 people, the numbers of casualties were already quite severe.

Moreover, with the formal confrontation with the Red Stone Tribe, the White Armor Tribe was now in a state of isolation with no assistance.

In these few short days, the consecutive changes left people overwhelmed, and brought unprecedented pressure to every clan member.

The girl washing bandages with several White Armor women revealed immense joy on her face at the news, immediately standing to ask the middle-aged woman who just came out.

"Aunt Dorin, how is the Clan Leader’s injury?"

Seeing the girl’s smooth face, the joy that had just appeared on the face of the woman named Dorin dimmed, and after glancing around to make sure no one was paying attention, she sighed lightly:

"He’s just awake; the spread of the poison has been contained, but the poison from the Red Stone Clan remains incredibly stubborn. Right now, the Isaiah Clan Leader is unable to muster strength, nor... can he eat anything."

Dorin’s eyes showed worry.

The Clan Leader used to be able to eat half a cow in one meal.

Now... it’s been two days, and he has no appetite at all.

The tribe has overcome this crisis, but the challenges ahead are manifold...

If fighting breaks out again.

If Isaiah, as the Clan Leader, cannot stand on the front line to inspire morale, the casualty ratio may further increase.

Hearing this news, a shadow also covered the girl’s heart.

Summing up the news from these days, it’s truly not a good trend.

"By the way, Miss Nuonuo, just as I was coming out, the Isaiah Clan Leader specifically instructed me to call you over; he has something to say to you."

"Okay."

The girl nodded gently, put down the bandage in her hand, wiped the sweat from her forehead, and quickly made her way to the Clan Leader’s house.

Pushing open the wooden door, a strong scent of herbs filled her nostrils.

The man who once stood tall and majestic like a lion now leaned pale on the bed.

Compared to two days ago, Isaiah seemed to have aged ten years.

Upon seeing the girl enter the room, Isaiah struggled to sit up, but seemed to pull at his wounds, causing a fit of intense coughing.

"Teacher Wang... cough cough..."

"Uncle Isaiah, please lay down."

The girl hurried forward to carefully support Isaiah.

"This little wound, it’s no big deal, hehe." Isaiah waved his hand, trying to appear carefree, but at this particular moment, that gesture painfully tugged at the heart.

"These days, thank you for your hard work, Teacher Wang. This time I called you over, is my advice as an elder..."

"Please speak."

"I asked Dorin and know your thoughts these days; you want to leave here to divert attention from those Red Stone scoundrels. Actually... those scoundrels are just using you as an excuse, there are too many tribes on the prairie. If you leave abruptly, with your beauty, it will easily attract others’ covetous eyes."

"I..." The girl lowered her head in guilt, wanting to speak but being softly interrupted by Isaiah.

"I’ve already arranged with Alva; in these days, he will handle the tribe’s affairs on my behalf. That child has always liked you; I feel at ease having him protect you. In a few days, the tribe might consider relocating to another area. My selfish hope is that you won’t mind... You are the most precious gift given to us by the stars, we all want to keep you here..."

"Alva is a good child, if possible... I hope you’ll give him a chance..."

After saying that, Isaiah’s breathing began to quicken, requiring deep breaths to steady himself.

"Teacher Wang, please forgive me for saying such things."

Isaiah closed his tired eyes, speaking with an unprecedented weight, "The White Armor Tribe always respects your wishes."

"I..."

The girl’s long eyelashes lowered, then gently lifted a moment later, her eyes showing a resoluteness never seen before.

"I will advance and retreat with the clan members. However, regarding Alva, I must apologize to you on Nuonuo’s behalf."

"In Nuonuo’s heart, there is no room for anyone else."

"Please rest assured, the clan members are all awaiting your recovery."

Hearing the girl’s unwavering answer, Isaiah showed a bitter smile, shook his head, then returned to his carefree demeanor.

"Everything follows the guidance of the stars; your strong Uncle Isaiah will soon recover, ha... cough cough."

After covering his mouth with violent coughs, Isaiah lowered his palm, keeping it turned inward.

He didn’t want Nuonuo to see the bloodstains in his palm.

He respected the Goddess who brought wisdom to the tribe, and he felt for this girl burdened with many stories.

Intelligent, pure, and kind-hearted. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

This was the best gift given by the heavens to their White Armor Tribe.

"Please don’t speak anymore, focus on resting, I will assist Alva in handling some tribal matters," the girl carefully covered Isaiah with a blanket, speaking softly.

Isaiah showed a kind smile, weakly nodding to indicate that Nuonuo could leave.

At this time, a panting woman appeared at the door, her face anxious, saying: "Clan Leader, the Red Stone Tribe has sent people again. Now Alva and others are in a standoff with them outside the village!"

"Hmm!?"

Isaiah, who was just about to lie back down, opened his eyes wide at this moment, a fierce aura rising from his body.

His clenched jaw distorted his face.

Ignoring the blood-stained bandages on him, he struggled to rise.

"Haven’t these scoundrels had enough? They dare to attack our White Armor Clan head-on?"

Bang!

A thick hand grabbed the White Bone Heavy Hammer, exuding a fierce aura.

"Uncle Isaiah, you can’t move with your wounds!"

The girl hurriedly supported him, clearly seeing the steel-like thick arm trembling violently.

This was clearly a sign of exhaustion!

"No, they want to negotiate with you; they just set up a large tent outside the tribe’s gate, and it’s Red Stone Tribe’s Elder Edgeworth who came, leading a negotiation mission. Meanwhile, there are people from the Black Water Clan accompanying them! Alva is extremely agitated and ready to kill them; we couldn’t make a decision and came to ask you."

"The scheming of those Red Stone scoundrels is truly sinister!" Isaiah’s fist cracked aloud, voice hoarse, "Alva can’t handle that old fox; take me there."

"Nuonuo, you stay in the village; those scoundrels definitely have ulterior motives."

"No, Uncle Isaiah, I’m going with you. Some matters, I can decide myself. Furthermore, in negotiations, I have ample experience."

The girl’s eyes were steadfast and calm.

"...Alright."

"We will go together."

Isaiah casually grabbed the bowl of Medicine Slurry on the wooden table, pouring it down his throat, then grabbed a handful of octagonal herbs, squeezing the juice onto the bandage.

Then, this gravely injured "lion," with his majestic body, took one step at a time toward the outside, supported by the girl.