Mu Fan held up his hands and jumped up high like an ape.
There was a thud, and a circle of dust waves splashed up.
Mu Fan landed on the top of the cliff with one hand on the ground.
Instantly, large and small potholes came into view. Some potholes were surrounded by burnt black, and some were cave dwellings that looked like human habitations.
There are densely packed steel-smelting furnaces erected on the top of the cliff, and the red charcoal fires give the land a unique industrial atmosphere.
But that's not the point...
The point is, the dozens of short, bronze-skinned men three hundred meters in front of Mu Fan turned around at the same time.
The eyes of both parties met at this moment.
The faint lamentation heard earlier disappeared.
Dozens of pairs of copper bell-like eyes widened at the same time.
"outsider!?"
There was fear in their eyes, and a moment later, hatred!
Without exception, everyone's eyes showed a fierce light.
The crowd dispersed, and Mu Fan saw a corpse in the center of the crowd...
A short man was lying quietly on the ground, half covered with a smooth white metal film, and surrounded by several torches, as if he was performing some great salvation ceremony for the deceased.
Dozens of unkind glances were cast at him, and the hair on Mu Fan's back stood up quietly.
The aura of those people seemed much stronger than Saran's.
It doesn't mean the slightest bit of friendliness.
"Kill the outsider who does all kinds of evil!"
"Capture him alive. We need to know how he appeared?"
"Hurry and report to the envoy of God."
There were numerous discussions among the group of people.
Dozens of people who were originally bare-handed pulled out various weapons from nowhere.
Sword, hammer, shield...
These people began to walk towards Mu Fan and slowly opened a circle of encirclement.
Mu Fan slowly turned his left hand behind him and was about to grasp the curved light sickle blade in the next second.
"Don't do anything, he is a good man!"
Just as the distance between the two parties was slowly closing, a figure suddenly jumped up from behind Mu Fan and landed heavily.
Saran, who was panting slightly, smashed the heavy piece of iron ore on the ground and watched as his tribesmen hurriedly spoke and even stopped in front of Mu Fan.
"Salan, why are you there! Come here quickly."
"Be careful, he is an outsider."
The Iron Tribe people who originally had a very bad attitude stopped immediately after seeing Saran's actions, anxiety flashed on their faces.
The man at the front, whose beard stood up like a steel needle, had a trace of pain in his eyes, but he still said majestically: "Salan, you come here first."
"Mu Fan doesn't eat people. We have met him a long time ago. He came here to find the Lord God Envoy!"
ah?
These tribesmen were surprised when they heard Saran's assurance.
They kept looking at Mu Fan with complicated eyes.
"Are you not an outsider race that eats people?" the leader-like man asked.
"I don't have such hobbies." Mu Fan replied disgustedly. He hated this question very much at the moment.
"Salan is new to the world. We can't completely trust you. We won't do anything to you, but you must leave here now! This is the holy land of the Iron Tribe. If you take another step forward, don't blame us for being rude.
Already."
A group of "dwarves" raised various weapons in their hands at the same time. Although those weapons looked simple, they all exuded an unusually ferocious aura.
"I'm here to see your envoy. Saran said that if you want to go there, you must pass through here."
"Salan?" The leader looked at Saran with slight dissatisfaction, and the latter immediately did not dare to look directly at him.
But this leader-like man seemed to have thought of something, and the light in his eyes softened a lot, with a hint of guilt.
Saran didn't notice it, she just saw that her tribe seemed to be extremely opposed, and she felt extremely guilty inside, on the one hand for not notifying her tribe members in advance, and on the other hand for Mu Fan.
I brought him here, but I didn't expect to be treated like this.
"That's right, I said it, Uncle Lev. If he can come in here, he must know how to get out. Isn't this what the envoy of God has been looking for?"
After hearing these words, Mu Fan could clearly feel the group's hostility quickly diminishing.
"Okay, you two come over first. He can go over, but he needs to do so under our surveillance."
Finally these people put away their weapons.
The leader named Lev glanced at Saran with pity and waved, "Little Saran, come here. I have something to tell you."
A somewhat confused Saran nodded without understanding, gave Mu Fan a reassuring look, and walked forward.
At this moment, she seemed to notice the corpse surrounded by torches.
There was some confusion and sadness on her face, "Which of our tribe members has passed away again?"
Lev thrust the heavy sword in his hand downwards with force. Mu Fan's pupils shrank and he saw the opponent's sword blade piercing the hard ground.
On the other hand, there was nothing strange about the other party's face, it seemed like this was just an ordinary move.
Lev's voice was a little sad:
"It's...your father."
The group of Iron Tribe people also lowered their heads.
Mu Fan saw Saran's originally strong body staggering and then stopped.
She looked at her clansmen blankly, "How could it be my father? Is there a mistake? My father... is very strong and never gets sick..."
"This... well, Cobham, tell little Saran that your two families have the best relationship." Lev pointed directly at a bearded man with a burn scar on his face.
Cobham's lips moved, and his eyes looked extremely uncomfortable.
"Old man, he hasn't turned in enough ore for a week in a row. The God's Envoy just came over for inspection. Not only did he not go to work, but he was also taking care of your mother. We called him but he didn't come, so the God's Envoy got angry...
"
Saran's big black and red face was full of disbelief at this moment, and her rough voice was trembling horribly at this moment.
"Then the messenger killed my father?"
"……well."
The bearded Cobham turned his head directly, not daring to look at Saran's sad face.
Saran felt his head spinning, and his steel-tough knees softened and he slowly knelt down.
Staring at the sky, his empty eyes revealed endless sadness.
She was silent for a few seconds...
Then tears flowed out along with the unwilling roar of pain...
The whole person cried heartbrokenly.
She suddenly turned her gaze over and wanted to rush over, but as soon as she stood up, she felt her knees weaken again.
At this time, the strong girl rolled and crawled towards the torch.
"Salan brought the ore, dad, wake up, wake up!"
"Master God Envoy, Saran has brought ore...why do you want to kill him...why! Wuwuwu..."
The group of Iron Tribe people didn't stop Saran at all.
The girl was left crying and crawling to her father's body.
"Uncle Lev, Saran has brought some ore."
"But I don't have a father anymore."
"Woooo..."
Among the silent crowd, the strong girl looked extremely miserable at the moment.
Mu Fan quietly looked at the helpless figure from behind, his eyes cold.