Mech: Shattering of the Galaxy Chapter 1596 - 112: The Whistle

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"Alva is buying time for the tribe! Teacher Wang, you and the tribesmen retreat to a safe place first, this village will become the first line of defense."

"But Mu Fan..."

"He doesn’t want anything to happen to you." Isaiah’s one sentence blocked everything Nuonuo wanted to say back into her throat.

The girl bit her lip, her gaze worriedly looking into the distance, but soon turned resolute.

"The master will be fine, I will wait for him here." Then, without waiting for Isaiah to speak, she added: "If they haven’t returned by the last minute, I’ll evacuate with you."

Isaiah, who initially intended to persuade, kept his words, nodded.

At this moment, the White Armor Clan demonstrated efficiency and cooperation.

This abrupt command only caused brief discussion, without triggering any chaos.

The White Armor Clan has long been accustomed to this life gambling at the brink of life and death.

Nuonuo comforted a few children whose eyes were somewhat worried and confused, then stood at the tribe’s entrance, looking with expectant eyes towards the people fighting bloodily.

...

...

In the gentle quivering of the air, a figure clad in dark gold armor quietly materialized on the side of a Bone Wolf.

And that wolf didn’t even have time to emit a howl of anguish before half its head smoothly fell to the ground.

With the hard white bones attached to its head, the Bone Wolf could even easily smash rocks, which is the most terrifying reason for the wasteland Bone Wolf.

This fierce, cunning beast unexpectedly possesses white bone armor comparable to steel, significantly increasing the threat they pose when they gather in packs.

Seeing the figure half-kneeling on the ground, a few wolves nearby roared and instantly lunged to kill.

But the palms and bloodthirsty giant mouths all passed through that figure.

The puzzled look flashed in the wolves’ eyes.

They clearly "saw" the enemy, why did they pounce on empty air?

In mid-air, a ghostly green Light Wheel flashed by.

The waist of a few Bone Wolves without bone armor attached was instantly sliced through like tofu, without a sound.

When these wolves wanted to turn around, they suddenly felt a chill on their bodies, then uncontrollably fell to the ground simultaneously.

Thunk.

A figure diagonally flashed past to the front of these wolves, slowly raised his head.

This was Mu Fan who had returned.

His brow furrowed, thoughtfully looking at these Bone Wolves.

He, who grew up in the wasteland, has an astonishing knowledge of beast habits.

These Bone Wolves, seemingly swarming, like the Zeg Clan’s insect sea he once saw.

But Mu Fan keenly noticed that these Bone Wolves seem to have no connection or cooperation with each other.

At first glance, this seems nothing special.

But in his view, this was the greatest anomaly!

Because these beasts aren’t other creatures, but wolves that are skilled in team ambushes!

An attack of a wolf pack being disorderly.

This directly proved one point, that is, these wolf packs weren’t actively attacking the White Armor Tribe at all.

And...

Mu Fan’s gaze lightly swept to the side, his right hand spread fingers suddenly raised.

Pfft!

In the Dragon Rider War Armor wrapped around him, his fingers stabbed like knives into the face of that huge wave.

A scream rang out, but the next second with Mu Fan’s turn, a heavy slam abruptly ceased it.

Boom!

A massive, strong Bone Wolf was forcibly hammered into the ground like this.

For Mu Fan, it was as if he had done an insignificant thing, his gaze calmly fell further.

Seeing the companions’ sudden death, these frenzied Bone Wolves subconsciously avoided that area.

Their sharp senses had completely failed, only able to visually lock onto the enemy when standing still.

Hearing, smelling - these two main capabilities, were completely ineffective facing Mu Fan.

Thus the wolf pack naturally split open facing the pile of corpses ahead.

Beside him was the ocean-like Bone Wolves’ low growls.

Mu Fan’s gaze sinisterly looking at the seemingly fierce, thundering wolf pack continuously rushing past on both sides.

These seemingly fierce big guys completely lack the cunning and ferociousness that wolves should have!

Mu Fan’s gaze swiftly swept across the ground, with several steps, his body leaped high in mid-air, directly crossing more than ten meters, heavily landed.

An open space!

Less than three meters away from him was the river-like flowing wolf pack.

Mu Fan could even see these wolves rely on sharp bone spurs on their heads to smash protruding stones.

Even so, these wolves didn’t inch over his area.

Even when crowded, they didn’t consider allocating a portion to the side.

The whole wolf pack was forcibly restricted into a fixed formation.

Not

This is...

"Interesting."

Softly whispering, Mu Fan looked towards the main entrance direction of the White Armor Village, where the area faced the fiercest impact.

Amid the White-armored Warriors’ violent counterattack, chunks of blood-soaked carcasses continuously flew up, forming an impressive large blood sea fountain.

Alva’s figure was obscured within, unclear.

"You must have noticed too..."

Softly murmuring, Mu Fan’s back hunched, the whole person resembling a nimble leopard, right hand pressing the ground shaking out a shockwave over 2 meters in diameter.

Instantly breaking through the air!

...

...

No breath emitted.

The whole wolf pack proceeding in a specific pattern, all Bone Wolves pressing down heads, bone spurs attached outside flashing a chilling glint, rushing forward relentlessly.

Battle intensifies!

On a small knoll ten kilometers away from the wolf pack, four hunched elders clad in dark red robes, surrounded by two teams of fierce Udan Spearman guards, observed vigilantly.

At the moment, the elders’ wrinkled skin like parched ground, their cloudy eyes devoid of emotion, standing in four directions, holding a Beast Calling Bone Whistle.

Strangely, they attached full cheeks blowing hard.

But no shrill, resonant whistle could be heard.

There was only whispering like insect beasts beside the ears.

In the breeze, these sounds went unnoticed.

And a lean, middle-aged man with two whisps of mustache gazed far into the distance.

Following his line of sight...

It was the White Armor Tribe!

"Basham, stars cover the earth, under the black sky, what do you see?"

An elder put down the Bone Whistle, turned to ask.

"The eyes of a hawk surely see victory."

Basham’s mouth curled into a cold smile.

This distance already far exceeds his sight range.

But looking at the billowing smoke, his mood is ecstatic.

The Bone Wolf pack already driven mad by the elders’ whistle.

And this is merely the first wave.

"The elders’ Beast Calling Bone Whistle truly is my Red Stone Clan’s best weapon."

Basham squinted, sinisterly snickering.