Under the pale moonlight, they could clearly see the mountains at the Burial Ground's exit trembling.
Everyone swallowed in unison.
Of course, Alva had never believed that the Beast Tide his tribe had repelled was the whole of it...
On the contrary, he knew full well that the level-four Beast Tide encountered by the White Armor Tribe probably did not even amount to one percent of the entire grassland's Beast Tide.
He was fortunate that those truly gigantic Star Beasts would not appear before the White Armor Tribe.
If they did, the entire tribe would have no path but migration or extinction.
"That big fellow can't get out, and we didn't touch any of its things. We probably didn't truly anger it. Thank goodness."
After a brief summary, excitement finally appeared on Alva's face.
"Today's haul far exceeded expectations. This meteorite gold, these king bones, and Wood Brother's... uh, huge club." Alva wracked his brains but could not come up with a better description.
"The warriors of the White Armor Guard Corps and the Wolf Armor Squad can finally get themselves a new batch of suitable weapons. Once we return to the tribe, I'll distribute meteorite gold weapons according to everyone's previous merits."
As soon as he finished speaking, several White Armor Tribe warriors began breathing heavily.
Laughter of mutual understanding rang out Under the Starry Sky.
They had returned fully loaded, without a single casualty.
Nothing could have been more inspiring than that.
After a brief rest, the group officially began advancing back.
The men in the tribe were busy repairing the village walls, as well as their armor and weapons.
The women were busy stripping beast meat and tanning hides.
The children also joined in the bustling repairs.
People had heard vague news that the entire