Feeling the questioning gazes from all around, Mu Fan...

gently nodded.

This understated action carried an unusual certainty.

However, Mu Fan’s first words surprised everyone.

"Can you let me see your weapon first?"

Mu Fan’s gaze fell on Alva’s waist. The questions about those weapons had been on his mind since the battle.

A shield that could repeatedly block the stabbing of a Curved Light Scythe Blade was almost impossible among single-soldier weapons.

In the Galaxy Federation, he could easily penetrate enemies wearing heavy exoskeleton armor.

Yet on this planet, it was repeatedly blocked by that bone shield, which seemed to be covered in spots.

"You mean my Bone Gold Shield?"

After receiving Mu Fan’s affirmative response, Alva unbuckled the shield and tossed it over.

"This is a unique weapon of our White Armor Clan, but my shield, which can withstand the impact of a giant rhino, almost failed against your attack. Your weapon is peculiar as well!"

At this moment, Alva recalled with some resentment.

He took that bone shield.

The weighty sensation far exceeded normal bone.

Yet, compared to steel, it was much lighter.

His gaze fell on the shield’s surface covered in intersecting scars, examining it closely.

His right palm gently rubbed over the shield’s surface.

The rough texture brought a sense of ruggedness at first touch.

However, as the palm continued, a cool sensation quietly emerged.

Mu Fan withdrew his hand, looking at the shimmering silver, dark gold, varying brightness, and multifaceted spots, squinting his eyes.

He could confirm it was metal.

Moreover, he had just intentionally brushed his wrist against the shield’s spots.

The wristwatch trembled three times consecutively.

This often represented Black’s anxious emotion.

"Your shield is harder than imagined, and it even possesses passive energy storage and active release characteristics. I noticed earlier, once you parry an attack, the force of the assault vanishes without a trace instantly."

"I have always suspected it’s an issue with this shield’s material."

Mu Fan rubbed the shield, quietly remarking.

"Of course, it is what made our White-armored Warrior renowned across the plains. Bone Gold Weapons are a gift from the heavens to the warriors."

Alva drew his war axe, lovingly caressing its blade.

On this axe, one could clearly see the dense metallic spots concentrated on the blade.

Those spots not only did not damage the axe’s sharpness but also gave the blade...

an indescribable chill!

This material ingeniously combines features like lightness, sharpness, and energy absorption, which should never coexist.

The resulting shock could not be ignored, even by Mu Fan.

"Bone Gold... Is that the name of this material?"

In a quiet murmur, Mu Fan looked up at Alva, "If the warriors of the White Armor Tribe are equipped with such weapons, with your combat capabilities..."

"How could they lose?"

Upon hearing Mu Fan’s inquiry, Lance and others exchanged glances, sighing helplessly.

"Certainly, if all were Bone Gold weapons, our White Armor Tribe would not be trapped here."

Alva sighed lightly, a wry smile appearing for the first time.

"Bone Gold... Bone Gold... It represents mineral deposits filled with countless bones..."

Nearly half the faces of those watching showed an uncontrollable despondency.

In a slow introduction, Mu Fan finally learned the source of these peculiar weapons!

The metallic shimmering spots come from a mineral called "Black Gold," the collection of which requires human lives as payment.

As for the bones representing the weapon molds, they come from a place called "Burial Ground."

These two regions were entirely unfamiliar to Wang Nuonuo standing beside him.

"Black Gold... Burial Ground..."

Upon hearing the girl’s murmur, Alva, with eyes filled with unabated admiration, looked over, "These two places are absolutely dangerous regions. ’Black Gold’ requires Wind Collectors, while we must personally go to Burial Ground, even I am only about seventy percent confident in surviving."

"This is the White Armor Clan’s secret. But for our two most esteemed guests, especially Miss Nuonuo, it shouldn’t be a secret."

"So, I’ll take you to see it for yourself, and you’ll understand."

Seeing the continued confusion in their eyes, Alva said no more and merely called to the side, "Norbert, go call a Wind Collector."

"Miss Nuonuo, stay in the tribe because the road to collect ’Black Gold’ is extremely rugged."

Upon hearing Alva’s caution, Wang Nuonuo stopped and looked at Mu Fan: "I’ll wait for you."

"Alright."

A surprisingly petite young man came forward.

Nuonuo widened her eyes, recognizing this slim youth, Bloer.

Because he was so silent and fragile-looking, utterly unlike the warriors of the White Armor Tribe.

Sometimes, Nuonuo would see Bloer leaving with a hoe.

She once thought he was a wanderer taken in by the tribe.

But she really didn’t know...

Bloer was actually a so-called "Wind Collector."

Upon seeing the many people within the large tent, Bloer blinked his dark eyes, remaining silent.

"Is everyone okay?" Alva asked.

"Yes."

"How is Klay’s recovery?"

Bloer thought for a moment before speaking weakly, "In three more months, he’ll be able to rise at sunset."

"It’s the day to collect ’Black Gold’; Bloer, you lead us. Brother Mu Fan is not an outsider."

Bloer’s dark eyes lingered for several seconds before nodding again.

Then, this slim youth, barely over 160 centimeters tall, turned and left the tent.

"Let’s go."

Alva issued the invitation to Mu Fan.

...

...

"Wind Collectors shouldn’t be too tall; they must be very strong, very fast, at least on par with me."

"Bloer is Wind Clan; they are the most rare species on this prairie."

After rushing out of the tribe, the group straightforwardly plunged into the deep canyon beside the tribe!

The grass folded rapidly, and Mu Fan listened to Alva’s introduction, his surprised gaze falling on the frail silhouette not far ahead.

His movements were silent.

Every step taken, each action was extremely swift.

Stepping upon the folded grass leaves, there was no sound at all.

No matter how fast everyone moved, he maintained a steady three-meter lead in front of everyone.

"They are allies of the White Armor Tribe, but due to their peculiar living environment and successive beast tide invasions, they have less than a tenth the population of the White Armor Tribe..."

"Wind Clan people can dance on the winds."

"If you want to collect ’Black Gold,’ Wind Collectors are indispensable!"