Chapter 1577: Chapter 93: Preparing to Relocate

The White Armor Clan’s bold cheers soared straight into the sky at this moment.

Under the flickering torchlight, amidst the respectful gazes of the crowd, Mu Fan entered the village of the White Armor Tribe, holding the girl in his arms.

The rugged style of the stake-like buildings came into view.

Sharply tipped wooden pillars stood unevenly in clusters, gray-white tents scattered around, conveying a raw beauty of power.

Some small children nearby quietly approached, blinking curiously as they watched their teacher sister being held by a handsome big brother.

"The teacher sister looks so happy."

"This is the first time I’ve seen sister so happy."

"But the teacher sister... she was clearly crying," a little girl named Keya said adorably.

"Hey." At this moment, a dark little chubby boy suddenly jumped beside Keya, proudly raising his neck, "I’ll tell you a big secret."

"What secret?" Instantly, several little ones perked up their ears, eyes widened.

"The one holding the teacher sister... that’s Brother Mu! I brought him back."

"Wow!"

The surprised exclamations made Enoch feel euphoric, squinting and puffing up his chest.

"Hahaha, I’m... you guys... hmph." However, when Enoch noticed from the corner of his eye that this group of friends suddenly ran off, he jumped angrily on the spot.

"Damn, hear me out!"

"Hahaha, Enoch, take your time talking, we’re off to see Brother Mu."

The children’s innocent laughter filled the air above the village, mingled with the adults’ sincere and hearty laughter.

Listening to the sincere and friendly laughter nearby, led by Isaiah, bypassing some defenses in the tribe, Mu Fan’s view began to show some well-made, even somewhat familiar, brick-wood houses.

Particularly striking was the high tower at the end of his sight directly ahead.

He sniffed, the breeze bringing a salty scent of jerky.

Nuonuo felt a tickle in her ear from the wind’s caress, involuntarily looking up to find Mu Fan’s gaze directed ahead.

"What’s up? Also... let me down, the kids seeing this is no good." Nuonuo’s fair and smooth face flushed slightly.

"Looks like you’re quite popular here, those kids really like you. What I just heard were all compliments about you," Mu Fan generously spoke.

"They call me teacher. They’re very respectful to me." Perhaps only in front of Mu Fan does Nuonuo show her childlike side.

"You’ve suffered." Mu Fan gazed into Nuonuo’s crescent-moon-shaped, smiling eyes.

"It’s not hard with you around."

...

"Why aren’t you speaking, still looking at me..."

"You’re the best to look at, never enough." Mu Fan said without a second thought.

Swoosh, her face turned bright red instantly.

Suddenly emboldened, Nuonuo shrank back like an ostrich.

Little fists peppered Mu Fan like rain.

"So embarrassing... but..."

"I do like it."

That sweet, candy-like voice breezed through the heart.

Mu Fan hugged the delicate darling tighter.

This was Nuonuo, who showed him the world’s kindness, warming Mu Fan’s iron-strong heart with her golden spirit.

"Respected guest from afar, please enter." Isaiah’s burly figure stood before a large tent, lifting the curtain.

Mu Fan paused, scrutinizing the seemingly massive and imposing gray tent, stepping inside.

As the curtain fell, the noise behind him receded, replaced by a fragrant herbal scent filling the air.

Previously advancing with a robust stature, Isaiah suddenly slumped, sitting cross-legged on the blanket, pressing one hand on his wound, extracting herbs from it for new replacements.

"Teacher Wang is the Goddess bestowed by the Star to us; the entire White Armor Tribe likes and respects her greatly."

"This appearance surely amuses you."

Isaiah smiled calmly, tending his wound indifferently, though the occasional twitch of his cheek muscles revealed the extraordinary pain he endured.

"Dear guest, we Bai Family people speak directly. Though you’re our esteemed guest, I’m afraid we have little opportunity to host you."

"Please take good care of Teacher Wang."

Isaiah calmly confessed his intentions.

Nuonuo’s smile vanished, sensing the air’s somberness.

Unable to hold back, she voiced, "Uncle Isaiah, what’s wrong?"

"The tribe likely needs to... migrate."

Isaiah’s pupils briefly showed a glimmer of desolation.

The White Armor Tribe must finally leave their ancestral land.

The boundless prairie is vast; he must now search for a new home for the tribespeople.

...

...

Boom, boom, boom.

Massive figures raced across the plains.

No grass was tall enough to obscure the towering fifteen-meter bodies.

The seven rhinoceroses were drenched in mud, advancing like armored tanks thundering in.

A few shadows silently emerged atop giant broadleaf trees by the riverside.

These people’s foreheads had a streak of reddish-brown mud mark.

Their vital spots covered in blood-red bone pieces, grasping spirally patterned spears.

"It’s the Rock Armor Giant Rhinoceroses, they’re back."

Whistle~~

A sharp whistle from the treetop startled a large flock of birds from afar in the thickets.

Amid the flapping takeoff noises, the flock soared into the night sky.

Those seven giant rhinoceroses braked sharply, plowing deep grooves in the ground to finally stop.

The leading rhinoceros looked around restlessly.

Whoosh!

Four figures pounced down like leopards under the night sky, landing steadily before the lead rhinoceros, looking up at the massive beast.

"Only the Rock Armor Giant Rhinoceroses, but... where are the people?"

These rhinoceroses bore no obvious battle scars, nor blood, just seemed somewhat ragged.

"One person per rhinoceros, let’s hold these few rhinos, I’ll check the rear."

The leading Spear-holding Warrior casually instructed, heading toward the rear.

Spear-holding Warriors stepped forward, standing before each rhinoceros.

Throughout their exchanges, they hardly glanced at the rhinoceroses, oblivious to the lead rhinoceros’ eyes flashing with fury.

Moo!

As the lead Spear-holding Warrior was about to pass by, the rhinoceros suddenly roared to the sky.

In an instant, the air seemed to explode.

Bang!

Splat!

A warrior was instantly trampled into a bloody mess.