The little chubby Enoch wiped away his tears, gritted his teeth, and nodded heavily.
A look of relief flashed across Beardsley's face; this little guy is becoming more and more sensible.
The White Armor Tribe doesn't need useless bravado, what it needs are people willing to fight and sacrifice for the tribe!
Today, Beardsley's mission is about to be completed.
Three river paths...
Before the blood runs dry, it's enough!
The middle-aged man felt another surge of strength arising out of nowhere from within his body.
His previously stooped posture straightened once more.
The speed of the father and son not only didn't decrease but increased!
Seconds later, the tall and thin figure from the Red Stone Tribe appeared at the spot where the two had just been standing. Behind him, two warriors with red paint on their faces followed, each with six spears tied to their backs.
These two were clearly the Udan Spearsmen of the Red Stone Tribe.
"Hey... trying to run back?"
