Enoch swore that if the man who saved his father also wanted to take away Teacher Xiao Wang like the Red Stone Tribe did.
So even if I die today, I will never say another word!
Enoch, who was in a fierce mental struggle, did not see Mu Fan's trembling body at this time.
"She's still alive...isn't she?"
The trembling voice was filled with deeply suppressed emotions.
Enoch looked at Mu Fan's trembling lips in surprise.
Is this the same man who just killed twenty Udan spearmen in an instant?
"Of course Teacher Wang is alive!" Enoch realized immediately and said angrily.
What this person asked is really irritating!
What does it mean to be alive?
Of course the goddess of their Baijia tribe must live, and she must live well.
"I want to meet her, can you take me there?"
"You haven't told me who you are yet!" the little fat man said warily, and he was almost bypassed.
Enoch looked at Hawthorne, whose face was covered with blood, with hatred, and pointed at him with his sword, "He wants to kill me and Dad. He is the enemy of our Baijia tribe! If you hand him over to me,
, let me kill him! Then take off all your armor. Then I can take you to the village!"
Hearing Enoch's continuous sounds, the corners of Mu Fan's lips curled up.
This was the first kind smile he showed since he stepped through the gate of Kamigawa.
But in Hawthorn's view, this smile was full of cruelty and death.
Huo Thorne was stunned when he heard this. When he saw Mu Fan's smile, he suddenly felt a great sense of discomfort in his heart. He shook his head desperately, "No, no, no..."
"You can't let me die. I am a warrior of the Red Stone Tribe. The Red Stone Tribe is..."
The hand that was clasped around his neck suddenly retracted.
The next second, two palms were clamped on his shoulders like steel pliers, and Hawthorn was stunned.
Click.
His shoulder was actually...
Crush it to pieces!
"ah!"
Amidst the shrill howls of pain, Mu Fan let go of his hands and let Hawthorn roll to the ground in severe pain.
Then he turned around and looked at Enoch's excited dark eyes, clasped his chest with one hand and pulled hard.
The core of the Dragon Rider armor was taken out instantly, and the armor turned into flying bone fragments, wrapping the core into a ball and he casually put it into his waist bag.
All the green light disappeared, and the gorgeous curved sickle blade turned into an ordinary dark gold short stick again.
Just throw it away.
The little fat man subconsciously took the dark gold short stick and looked up at the big brother with white broken hair in front of him.
"Is your teacher Wang... called... Nuo Nuo?" A gentle voice floated along the night wind.
Seeing the uncontrollable trembling eyes, Enoch nodded subconsciously and hummed.
"This is my weapon."
"That's your prisoner."
"Your father is not dead."
"You are a man."
After patting Enoch's shoulder gently, Mu Fan walked past.
Hot tears finally fell from my cheeks.
The cold and moist air took away the heat of the tears.
Cool tears fell on Enoch's face, and he wiped his face blankly.
Just now, this big brother... actually cried?
He is different from the people of the Red Stone Tribe!
So this transaction is done.
Then Enoch looked at Hawthorne who was kneeling on the ground with an angry face, trying desperately to stand up with his chin, and charged forward with his own sword in hand.
puff!
With the sound of the blade entering his body, Hawthorne was stabbed directly through the knife and nailed to the ground.
"This is the first spear you use to stab my father!"
The blade was drawn out, raised high again, and stabbed down suddenly!
The blade passed through the waist and entered the ground again.
puff!
A shrill howl sounded, and Hawthorne's convulsed upper body straightened up, but he was pinned to the ground by the little fat man.
"This is my second spear in return for you! Red Stone's bastard!"
At this moment, Enoch returned all the pain and trauma he had inflicted on his father to the initiator.
If it weren't for this big brother who suddenly appeared.
Then his father will definitely die.
He will definitely die too.
Therefore, this is a life-and-death feud!
…
The screams lasted for a full minute.
In the end, Enoch stabbed the opponent's heart with a knife and shouted to the sky as if to vent his anger.
At this moment, Mu Fan had already carried Beardsley with one hand.
The burly middle-aged man fell into a coma at this time, but his breath calmed down.
"Your father's body's healing ability is amazing, but now he needs to find a place to recuperate."
Mu Fan looked at the fat man with determination in his brows, and his tone made people feel inexplicably calm.
Enoch looked at Mu Fan with a mixture of gratitude and fear.
He could feel the friendliness in Mu Fan's words, but the scene of killing nineteen people instantly made him dare not relax too much.
When he reached two meters in front of him, Enoch stood up straight.
Um?
Mu Fan looked inquiringly.
The swarthy little fat man knelt down on his knees and knocked his head heavily into the soil.
"Thank you, you are Enoch's benefactor!"
"Get up and lead the way." Mu Fan said with a rare sense of ease in his tone.
Enoch easily dragged two large bags of salt by himself, and also carried a short dark gold stick on his back.
That short stick doesn't look long...
It was surprisingly heavy.
Although Mu Fan showed enough kindness to him, and he was quite grateful to this big brother in his heart, he must do what he said.
You must look at the weapon yourself before you feel confident.
Although……
This is of no use.
Enoch's mood was completely different from a few minutes ago. Now he felt happy wherever he looked.
Dad is not dead, and the salt is not lost.
"Well, what about those people from the Red Stone Tribe?"
"Does your tribe have the habit of disposing of corpses after war?" Mu Fan asked rhetorically.
"It only exists in the village. There will naturally be creatures on the grassland outside the village to deal with it."
"Me too." Mu Fan replied just right, leaving Enoch stunned, and then he clenched his fist tightly.
"Well, then stay here and let the bastards of the Red Stone Tribe remember this pain!"
The two of them walked one behind the other among the tall grass.
The earthy smell brought by the night wind made Mu Fan feel indescribably comfortable.
"Cross the river ahead and walk a little further before entering the village's hunting area. Follow me closely. The river here is very fast."
Just as Enoch kindly turned around to remind him, a deafening roar suddenly sounded from a short distance away.
"Ouch!~"
The violent air current even shook his body.
The little fat man was so excited that he subconsciously drew out his sword and turned it around.
Then he froze in place as if he had been cast by magic, holding the sword in his hand in the air and completely freezing.
"Star, star, star beast... Big brother, we encountered a star beast."
Enoch, who stammered, looked up at the giant dragon whose body was shining with metallic luster.
At this moment, the dragon's head was lowered, staring at him with big eyes without blinking.
At this time, Enoch was even more desperate than when he encountered the guards of the Red Stone Tribe.
Such a big star beast...
I'm afraid only Brother Alva and Uncle Isaiah can fight against it.
The little fat man looked miserable, turned around and shouted with all his strength: "Run!"