Chapter 1289: 24: Are You Here Looking for Someone?

Capítulo 1289: Chapter 24: Are You Here Looking for Someone?

When Mu Fan asked this question, he felt his heart stop beating.

He hadn’t expected to find himself in the true ruins of [Steel], so the proprietary weapon of the Extreme Special Soldier, Flame Rain Frost Blue, remained on Shadow Island.

He had long known that the weapon was a true Ancient Relic, and naturally wouldn’t be suppressed inexplicably like Shura and Evil Wing.

But not carrying it meant he couldn’t immediately determine whether the ruins would have energy fluctuations of the Extreme Special Soldier.

Now, he encountered the inhabitants of the ruins.

His hope was reignited!

“No. You are the only outsider I’ve seen,” Saran said jovially yet dejectedly.

Even though he was mentally prepared, the moment Mu Fan heard this, he still couldn’t avoid feeling a sense of loss.

Am I really… the only outsider?

“Are you here looking for someone?” Saran asked, somewhat puzzled.

“Yes.”

“The only unfamiliar person we have here is the Divine Envoy. Could it be the Divine Envoy Lord?”

Upon hearing this silent inquiry, the loss in Mu Fan’s eyes disappeared in an instant.

Regardless, stumbling upon the ruins of [Steel] by chance was already quite a miracle.

And meeting Saran provided an initial understanding of the ruins, which was clearly an excellent start.

In that case, finding this Divine Envoy seems quite necessary.

For that split second, Mu Fan’s attention was completely captured by his thoughts regarding the Divine Envoy.

In doing so, he subconsciously overlooked a rather crucial question…

That is, why was the “Divine Envoy” selecting people from the Iron Clan to come here?

“Saran, where is the Divine Envoy?”

Mu Fan’s gaze was sharp, and in this moment, Saran felt as if she were being watched by a wild beast from the plains.

An illusion?

For a brief moment, Saran’s coarse hair seemed to stand on end, but upon realizing it was Mu Fan, her tension instantly disappeared.

Mu Fan wouldn’t eat her, she was sure.

Because when speaking earlier, she noticed Mu Fan’s teeth were very white.

The meat of the Iron Clan is all black, so eating it would undoubtedly stain one’s teeth black.

Mu Fan had no idea about Saran’s momentary thoughts—if he did, he would probably have to hold back from acting impulsively.

This strong female dwarf was simply unreasonable.

“You are indeed here for the Divine Envoy Lord! He resides in the deepest part of the sacred ground, which is a circular valley. Normally we don’t see him, occasionally he receives the iron berries we deliver inside.”

“He doesn’t eat iron ore?” Mu Fan had a hint of mockery on his face, though Saran didn’t catch it.

“No, he doesn’t. Initially, we delivered iron berries sprinkled with ore powder… and the Divine Envoy Lord killed the Clan Leader…”

There was a trace of fear on Saran’s face.

“It was just a casual gesture, purple light enveloped… and the power of our Clan Leader, far beyond Saran’s, was suffocated to death.”

Clearly, that scene was one which she would never forget for a lifetime.

Purple light?

Mu Fan squinted, things seemed to be getting more mysterious.

Saran’s words also served as a reminder for him.

Power far surpassing Saran’s.

So, what kind of existence should it be?

If even such a person was killed in one strike, and if the other party harbored malice, then his own situation seemed somewhat…

Mu Fan’s left hand slowly moved to his waist, where there was an exquisite slanted bag.

His eyes turned cold.

Within the ruins…

No mecha, no warship.

But he still had another weapon!

Holy Hall Battle Armor… [Dragon Rider]!

When his palm touched the surface of the black cloth bag, a cold aura resonated as if exchanging temperatures with his palm.

[Dragon Rider] wasn’t affected by the suppression of the ruins at all!

Without the threat of large-scale weapons, in his Armored Dragon Rider state…

What fear was there of a battle!

“Can I trouble you to guide me?”

Mu Fan asked gently.

“Of course I can!” Saran was exceptionally happy that she could assist the Divine Envoy.

“Also, try not to disclose any information about me to your clan.” Mu Fan added a reminder.

“That might be difficult, to get to the Divine Envoy’s dwelling, I must pass through our camp.” Saran replied with slightly bad news.

“Let’s leave it at that, please.”

“No trouble at all.” Saran said cheerfully.

This strong, small-statured woman, with rough features, had a completely genuine smile without a trace of insincerity when she laughed.

“I’ll first gather the ore, that’s for today’s meals.”

Seeing Mu Fan not objecting, Saran happily jogged over, lifted the large chunk of iron ore, and easily hoisted it above her head.

Then she took big strides forward.

Despite seeming slow, her pace was fast, moving swiftly uphill with the strength of level 24.

Mu Fan followed behind, watching Saran’s back, quickly catching up.

The further they ran along the slope, the more Mu Fan found the density and complexity of the canyons here to exceed his expectations.

The first thing that appeared was three branching paths.

“Don’t go the wrong way, other places are dangerous, over the past three years, 47 of our people have died there, filled with many frightening traps.”

Saran gave a cautionary reminder, then directly entered the third offshoot, running for twenty minutes before encountering four more branching paths…

After five consecutive turns, Mu Fan was somewhat dizzy, but seeing Saran’s spirited manner, he truly admired her.

At the same time, he felt a bit fortunate.

If he hadn’t encountered Saran, the subsequent exploration would likely have been greatly delayed and possibly face the terrifying traps Saran mentioned.

If things go smoothly later, and the Divine Envoy issue is clarified, then here…

He might be able to lead the Iron Clan people out.

He vividly remembered the void, that location where they came—appearances being misleadingly empty, on that mountaintop, one just needed to reach out to return to that bubble-like space.

Beyond the space, there was the path pierced by Shura.

…

With the run, the rock walls on both sides became increasingly narrow, but in Mu Fan’s nose, the smell of fiery fire, lava, and iron water was keenly perceptible.

When he looked up, he just happened to see the white column of smoke rising like wolf’s smoke.

“It’s just ahead.”

The two turned a canyon bend, a thousand meters ahead, a 500-meter-high rock wall completely blocked the path.

Yet Saran didn’t slow down.

Mu Fan squinted, finally noticing the winding path carved into the rock wall.

It was a rock path carved out of living rock.

To the average person, it was an absolute chasm of despair.

Without any protection, a height of 500 meters, the path extraordinarily narrow…

A single misstep could lead to no survival.

“Do you need me to carry you?” At this point, Saran seemed to realize the other was not of her clan and wasn’t sure if he could manage a path of such a level.

Given Mu Fan’s previously friendly attitude of not eating her, the straightforward Iron Clan person wanted to repay kindness with kindness.

Mu Fan looked at the returning chunk of iron ore… speechless.

“Just going up is enough, right?”

Mu Fan looked up at the approaching rock wall, silently asking.

“Yes, it’s right above!”

“Then I’ll go up first.”

Mu Fan bent his legs.

Boom!

In a flash, the entire person shot towards the rock wall like a cannonball, the moment his feet touched the rock path he exerted force again, leaping high.

Saran, while running, was almost scared of dropping the iron ore.

“So… so strong.”

“Wait for me!”

The strong Saran wouldn’t be bested by an outsider.

And so our chunk of iron ore—oh no, female dwarf—also leaped like a round, rolling landmine.

Thud, thud!

Sounds echoed within the narrow canyon.

The two silhouettes quickly alternated upward.

Mu Fan felt the sharp airflow brushing past his ears, the cliff top getting ever closer.

But at the same time…

Mu Fan furrowed his brows.

It seemed there was a subtle lament coming through.