The chubby little Yinuoke wiped away his tears, gritted his teeth, and nodded heavily.
A relieved look flashed across Billersley's face. This little fellow was becoming more and more sensible.
The White Armor Tribe had no need for useless bravery. What it needed were people willing to fight and sacrifice for the tribe!
Today, Billersley's mission was about to be completed.
Three River Channels...
Before his blood ran dry, it would be enough!
At that moment, the middle-aged man felt another burst of strength arise from within his body.
His body, which had just begun to hunch over, straightened once more.
Rather than slowing down, father and son sped up!
A few seconds later, the tall, thin man from the Red Stone Tribe appeared where the two had just been standing. Behind him followed two warriors with red paint smeared across their faces, each carrying six spears strapped to their backs.
These two were none other than the Red Stone Tribe's Udan Spearmen.
"Heh... trying to run back?"
A sinister voice rang out. The leader bent down, picked up a bit of mud with his fingers, and sniffed it. His narrow, chilling eyes turned toward a certain direction.
"Chase them! Pierced through by an Udan Spear, let's see how long you can hold on."
The sound of great swathes of grass being flattened rose behind him, followed by the thunderous response of the Red Stone Guard.
The wind howled faster and faster.
Whether because he was moving too fast or had lost too much blood, Billersley seemed unable to hear the pursuit behind him anymore.
"Yinuoke, we've shaken them off, right? Heh heh, your father is amazing, isn't he..."
His weak laughter rang out. Billersley's face was growing paler by the moment.
Yinuoke raised his tear-streaked face and looked