All the tribesmen looked at Saran crying and lowered their heads in shame.
They dare not disobey the majesty of the envoy of God.
What's more, they are originally the servants of God's envoy.
It was the divine messenger who gave them the holy land...
Saran's father was not the first person to be killed by an angel.
As adults, they can accept this kind of thing.
But for little Saran...
It was really hard on her.
Her mother accidentally fell while working in the mines. Half of her body was broken and she lost her sight.
Saran's family is entirely supported by her father.
The responsibilities of two adults and one child fell entirely on her father.
That is naturally an impossible task.
…
What a miserable child.
well.
…
There was a faint sigh again all around.
The breeze above the cliff blew the lamentation into Mu Fan's ears.
He glanced slowly and coldly.
It turns out that this is the lamentation from before.
His left hand hung by his side, clenched tightly at the moment.
Saran's helpless, confused, and sad cries pierced his heart one by one.
He had seen too many dead people.
but……
The words "I don't have a father anymore" directly made Mu Fan's cold heart shrink heavily.
He is much luckier than Saran.
At least he still has hope.
But now, the "angel" whom she has never met has killed all the girl's hopes.
"Father, can he still survive?"
Looking at those hopeful eyes, Leader Lev felt that his strong heart was hurting terribly at this moment.
But he could only pat the other person's head comfortingly.
"Salan, Old Gerry's soul will return to his homeland, and you must inherit his will."
Hearing these words, Saran couldn't help but shed tears from her big copper eyes. She wiped them away with all her strength, trying hard to stop her sobbing, but she couldn't stop it.
This wasn't the answer she wanted.
Those uncles and uncles who are usually friendly, why didn't anyone say a word for her father?
In the past three years, she has always thought that life is very happy, and she has infinite longing to return to her hometown.
She believes that she will live a happy life.
But now, all her beautiful dreams have been shattered.
She felt like the sky was falling.
When some figures standing on rocks in the distance saw this, they all shook their heads and dispersed.
Being sent to death by the Divine Envoy, I can only say that I was not lucky enough.
They need to be more cautious next time.
If you don’t hand over enough ore, someone will really die...
People started to disperse one after another...
Saran, this miserable child, will be forced to grow up next.
They can't delay too long either.
If they neglect their mining work, they may be the next person to die.
Seeing this scene, Mu Fan's eyes became colder.
"Let Saran inherit her father's will and continue mining? If the mining is not enough, she may die like her father again one day in the future?"
Cold words came from the edge of the cliff, and every word was like a heavy hammer hitting everyone's heart.
Saran, who was crying, raised her head. She looked at Mu Fan, who was slowly walking towards her. Her mouth was pursed tightly, but her face was convulsing with tears.
Mu Fan looked at Saran who was slumped on the ground and walked slowly step by step.
His gaze swept across the faces of every Iron Tribe man like a sharp blade.
"As Saran's elders, you did not stand up when she needed justice and strength, but told her afterwards that she would inherit the will of the deceased and continue to serve the murderer... It is really eye-opening."
Mu Fan slowly shook his head with mockery in his eyes.
At this moment, everyone felt burning pain on their faces.
But there is another kind of shame and anger rising in their hearts. When will it be the turn of outsiders to comment on the affairs of the Iron Clan?
What's more, they can execute this person at any time.
"What do you, an outsider, know?"
"It's not your turn to interfere in the affairs of our tribe!"
Lev suddenly spoke up, his face gloomy.
The group of Iron Tribe people who wanted to disperse simultaneously looked at Mu Fan with angry eyes.
They hate this foreigner very much.
If it weren't for Saran's sake, they would definitely have swung the steel hammer over now.
All the weapons in these people's hands were taken out.
The giant hammer with a diameter of more than half a meter, the steel ax with a long handle as thick as an arm...
The eyes of these Iron Tribe people were all filled with hostility at this moment. It seemed that if Mu Fan made any rude words or took a step forward, they would attack without mercy.
However, Mu Fan ignored them at all. He just looked at Saran with calm eyes and walked slowly without stopping.
"Salan, let me ask you, is it your wish to continue serving the murderer?"
Mu Fan used "murderer" instead of "god envoy" twice in a row, which had almost completely angered the Iron Tribe people.
Saran raised her head blankly. She didn't know how to describe Mu Fan's tone at this moment.
Mu Fan did say words that were disobedient to his tribe, but...
But he is the only one speaking for her at this moment!
She choked and shook her head.
The mouth was pursed tightly.
She couldn't forget that even if she was killed by an angel, she couldn't forget what her father looked like when he died.
This destroyed all her happiness!
"Very good. You have more backbone than these people."
Humility will not erase the unyielding mark in the bones. Saran, a girl from the Iron Tribe, is principled and upright.
Just now, the other party helped him without any thought.
So now, it's very simple.
This favor can be returned.
Mu Fan put his left hand behind his waist, grasped the cold metal short stick, and slowly rotated it out...
"Salan!"
The leader Lev was completely angered at this moment, "Don't listen to his temptations."
However, Saran held her father's messy hair and shook her head with unusually firm eyes.
Her father will never be resurrected.
"Bewitched?" Mu Fan raised his eyelids slightly and stared at Lev's weather-beaten face, "It's you ignorant people who have been brainwashed."
"Outsiders, from now on, you are the enemy of the Iron Clan!"
Lev pulled out the heavy sword from the ground and slammed it down.
Click!
Click, click, click!
A crack like lightning spread to Mu Fan's feet.
Mu Fan lowered his head and looked at the dark crack, then raised his head indifferently.
"Take one more step and we will kill you and consecrate you to the altar!"
Crash, the sound of weapons being drawn out sounded simultaneously.
At this moment, the wisps of white smoke behind the crowd really shot straight into the sky like wolf smoke.
Saran put down the father he was holding in his arms.
He stood up and looked at Mu Fan with stubborn eyes and shook his head.
She has to solve the Iron Clan's matters by herself.
Mu Fan is a good person, he doesn't want to offend her, but he still speaks for her.
She won't hurt her friends!
Kill?
Mu Fan snorted lightly.
He looked at Saran and said calmly: "You know where the so-called divine messenger lives, right?"
Saran nodded, but immediately shook his head.
"You are much more dazzling than them."
Mu Fan looked at the terrifying crowd in front of him with a sneer on his lips.