Seeing the bright, spirited look in Mu Fan's eyes, Nuonuo wrinkled her cute little nose. "I need to write down this inspiration. I can't exactly talk about it here, so come on, hurry up."
After saying that, the girl was even more eager than Mu Fan and the others, dashing toward the Council Tent in the village with a fragrant breeze in her wake.
A quarter of an hour later.
"Sure enough, it was those Red Stone Tribe scum!"
Alva slammed a fist onto the large log table, his eyes filled with fury.
"Before this, the Red Stone Tribe had never revealed that they possessed the ability to urge beast hordes. Bone whistles... bone whistles... that is the Rain Tribe's signature skill."
"But with the four elders killed, the beast horde completely lost control. Brother Mu Fan's surprise attack helped us immensely."
"That must have been an outcome the Red Stone Tribe never anticipated. And those Blackwood Cannon Beasts lying in ambush... what a sinister tactic."
By listening to Mu Fan's account, Alva quickly connected the events from before one by one, exposing the Red Stone Tribe's entire plan of attack before everyone.
Watching Alva answer point after point in such an orderly manner, Isaiah's eyes filled with gratification, and he nodded repeatedly.
This was what a man ought to be like!
He had witnessed all the changes over the past few days. Alva was transforming from a pure warrior into a true leader.
Wang Nuonuo and Mu Fan had played an irreplaceable role as catalysts in that transformation.
"Mu Fan, you said you killed another person afterward. Was he also one of those old fossils with one foot in the grave?"
"No. He was thin, and the most obvious feature was the two small mustaches above his lip..."