With the death of the divine messenger and the shattering of the altar, the purple mist in the entire valley disappeared completely.
The weird smell that was once everywhere in his mouth and nose disappeared.
The pressure in my heart also completely dissipated.
The Iron Tribe people should have felt inexplicably relaxed at this moment, but the scene of the divine envoy being violently killed was replayed all the time like it was engraved in the depths of their minds.
Every action in that scene is clearly imprinted in the deepest memory.
Every movement made their souls tremble and fear.
Faith was destroyed by violence, leaving behind a stronger figure.
These beliefs were originally like the iron clansmen swaying violently in the ocean. At this moment, all that is left is surrender.
The principle of law of the jungle and the strong is applicable everywhere!
Mu Fan's icy gaze swept across the scene, not even the slightest bit shaken by this scene.
The visor shrank toward the sides and faded, revealing Mu Fan's mature and indifferent face under the white hair.
He finally looked at Saran and nodded slightly.
Saran stared blankly at the majestic figure on the top of the mountain, and the giant hammer in his hand fell to the ground with a clang.
Her cheeks were twitching and her eyes were red.
But he knelt down extremely firmly, with his arms close to the ground, the most pious gesture of worshiping the gods.
Her hopes were dashed several times, but it was that person who gave her courage.
The old divine messenger was destroyed with a single move as a murderer.
So at this moment, Mu Fan is the god she most firmly believes in!
The warriors of the Iron Tribe should be as sharp-edged as steel, and should be eternally grateful for their kindness!
When her forehead completely came into contact with the cold earth, the girl from the Iron Tribe burst into tears.
Until now, Mu Fan had not realized how loyal this girl was to him.
"He is not a divine envoy, he is just an elder of another race. Saran, summon your people, I have something to say." Mu Fan didn't even look at the others.
"Yes!" Saran's firm tone did not shirk at all.
Since Mu Fan gave the order at this moment, she must do it.
Although the remaining Iron Tribe people had more or less other thoughts, under Mu Fan's intimidation at this moment, no one dared to refute.
Especially when Mu Fan added: "As promised, I will take you away. As for this land, it still belongs to you."
All the Iron Tribe people looked up with a light of disbelief in their eyes.
What Mu Fan said before turned out to be true!
The group of people instantly became restless.
Mu Fan ignored it and turned around to look at the lifeless altar. He twirled his left hand suddenly and thousands of blue raindrops hung in the air.
In an instant it was like a meteor falling to the ground.
The already cracked altar was smashed into powder.
He didn't need to ask at all, this altar was naturally the passage for the Layelai tribe to enter this place.
When this is destroyed, the only passage will be controlled by him.
"Hei, record the coordinates. Shura will assist you when you get out. The entrance here will be completely taken over by Shadow Island."
"Are you interested in the metal ore in this ruins?"
Hei in the virtual space almost drooled when he heard this sentence, and said excitedly: "Yes! How could it not be! The composition of these alloy ores has never appeared in the Federation, and the armor materials of battleships may have to face another challenge.
Come for further updates.”
"You are responsible for the arrangements made by the Iron Tribe people."
"Hey, let me leave the burden of civilization to you." There was some indescribable excitement in the laughter.
"I will take good care of this tribe. What kind of changes will it produce after integrating with civilized society? The unpredictable future is what makes me excited the most!"
Master Hei is actually able to rule a tribe of intelligent races.
This is a milestone progress for intelligent life!
Mu Fan just instinctively felt that these races with special skills should not be buried. The extraordinarily hard ore and the iron race that could easily mine the ore could be absorbed by Shadow Island.
As for the specific operations, Mu Fan was not involved.
Turning around and walking into the small stone wooden house next to him, Mu Fan slowly glanced around.
A simple stone bed, a wooden clothes rack, a plate of black iron berries on the stone table, and a simple wooden chair, nothing else.
Huh? Not quite right.
Mu Fan narrowed his eyes and looked at the wall...
On a flat wooden board, it seemed that some kind of heat ray was used to create a simple pattern. Just looking at the pattern, Mu Fan felt a feeling like a swirling adsorption.
Now he couldn't take pictures, so Mu Fan casually broke off the wooden board, turned around and walked out of the house.
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"This world is a closed space, and I know the exit."
"The place I take you to is not your hometown, but it should be no worse than your hometown. There will be no exploitation, no natural enemies, and stable food and medical supplies."
As Mu Fan spoke, the eyes of the Iron Tribe people lit up at the same time, but soon dimmed because they didn't believe it.
This describes...
I have never encountered this in my dreams, how is this possible!
The leader of the Iron Tribe, Lev, was being carried on a stretcher. He looked at Mu Fan excitedly and opened his lips tremblingly: "What you said...are all true!?...Are there any conditions!"
"From now on, your tribe will be managed by Saran. On the condition that someone will tell you later, use your labor to create the income you deserve without any coercion. Your forged products can be exchanged for any resources you want."
When Mu Fan said these words calmly, the hundreds of people in the tribe were breathing rapidly.
The sound of swallowing saliva kept ringing in his ears.
Lev's eyes also turned red. He glanced at Saran in front of him with a guilty look. The strong dwarf gritted his teeth and nodded.
"I promise you. Saran is a brave boy!"
"When can we leave?"
"Pack your belongings in six hours."
Mu Fan lowered his head and looked at his watch.
For the second time in the past three years, the cheers of the entire race came from the depths of the [Steel] Ruins.
The first time is the excitement they felt when they first saw the world.
What is outside this world?
Feelings of both excitement and apprehension echoed in the chests of every Iron Tribe man.
These short but extremely strong people began to sing lively tunes as they went to pack their belongings.
In front of Mu Fan's eyes, heavy weapons were thrown out.
The huge iron-making furnace was easily carried on the backs of those people.
Saran was carrying her disabled mother on her back, holding a giant hammer, and stood quietly in front of Mu Fan.
…
Six hours later, a miniature fleet of three destroyers appeared at the edge of the hollow area in the rocky sea.
Mu Fan led the mighty Iron Tribe towards the mountain where he came from.
When these people climbed up to the thousand-meter peak, they watched Mu Fan's hand slowly sink into the void.