(No overtime tomorrow—I'll start making up updates over the weekend!!)
"Alva is buying time for the tribe! Little Wang Teacher, take the tribe members and retreat to a safe area first. This village will become the first line of defense."
"But Mu Fan..."
"He doesn't want anything to happen to you." Isaiah's single sentence forced all the words Nuonuo wanted to say back down her throat.
The girl gritted her teeth and looked anxiously into the distance, but her gaze soon became resolute.
"My lord will be fine. I'll wait for him here." Then, without waiting for Isaiah to speak, she added, "If they still haven't returned by the last minute, I'll evacuate with you."
Isaiah swallowed the words of persuasion he had planned to say and nodded.
At this moment, the White Armor Tribe displayed remarkable efficiency and coordination.
Aside from a brief discussion, this abrupt order caused no chaos.
The White Armor Tribe had long grown accustomed to living on the edge of life and death.
Nuonuo soothed several children whose eyes were filled with worry and confusion. Then she stood at the tribe entrance, looking toward the blood-soaked fighters with expectant eyes.
As the air quivered faintly, a figure clad in Dark Gold Armor silently materialized beside a Bone Wolf.
Before the wolf could even let out a dying howl, half its head slid smoothly to the ground.
With the hard white bone attached to their heads, Bone Wolves could easily smash apart rocks. This was one of the most terrifying things about the wasteland Bone Wolves.
These vicious, cunning beasts also possessed white bone armor comparable to steel, greatly increasing the threat they posed when gathered in packs.
Seeing the figure kneeling on one knee, several nearby wolves roared and pounced at once.
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