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Chapter 104 0103: Bloody Ice
Tu Zhanwa was extremely exhausted, and his exhausted body suddenly began to cramp during a light sleep.

The cold wind poured into the winter house, and he woke up, frozen awake.

Animal skins and thick jackets failed to keep a dream alive.

But Tu Zhanwa didn't mind, because there was only darkness and curse in the dream.

He gripped the shapeshifting mace, a strange weapon, the prize of a conquered tribe.

The Qi Bing apostles call life a bitter journey of martyrdom, they must either be freed or continue to struggle in the bloody chaos.

"The journey is far away, and you haven't abandoned me yet."

Tu Zhanwa clenched the leather strap tightly and tried his best until black thick liquid seeped out of the gap.

He just stared at the drops of liquid in a daze.

The beliefs of the Qi Bing apostles are very messy. At first, they were a few cruel old gods, and later they involved occult arts and curses. The controversy became even greater. Now the more unified conclusion is that they believe in death.

But no matter what, as long as the war and suffering did not disappear from Palotusbi, the team of the Painted Ice Apostles would exist forever.

They are ghosts who have lost their homes, criminals tortured by fate, and this group of people has abandoned the illusion that as long as they are immersed in fighting and killing, they will no longer feel pain... because they are pain itself.

"Is the meditation over, poet?"

The wooden door of the winter house has been damaged, and the thick curtain has been lifted.

There were too many things wrapped in the incoming cold wind, besides the snowflakes, there were also screams, cries, and slashing sounds...all of them were blown on Tu Zhanwa's face.

"I found two pairs of boots. Here are the tribes of the peasants. There are very few shoes that can accommodate your hooves."

The door curtain was closed, isolating the movement of the massacre.

It was Beel Tieya who was speaking, only this strong Qi Bing apostle dared to be so presumptuous, after all he was the thing that accompanied Tu Zhanwa the longest besides the nail-headed axe.

can only count things...

Humans are fragile creatures with a conscience, but there is no one in the Qi Bing Apostles.

Belle handed him a pair of moccasin boots, and began to untie the straps and totem chains from his own legs.

This gift does not represent friendship.

But Baelor Iron Fang knew that Tu Zhan Wa would kill anyone who was vain.

The Breaker is the strongest and most capable of fighting, and he is the boss of the Breaker, so no one dares to trespass in this winter house.

It is said that Tuzhanwa was Hawser's battle sacrifice, resisted the ice lions of Frengundur, and hunted and killed several adult giant scorpions.

Now everyone is the same, a cruel monster.

The ruthless marauders stormed the village yesterday evening, and the resistance was ripped through the defenses by the werewolves before dawn.

Afterwards, several spiritual masters summoned the magic to change the storm. Since they were killed, the ancient power still remains in the air.

And then on...

The witch priests chose to beg for mercy and were willing to donate all their supplies.

But they are still too naive...

It should be said that the tribes engaged in farming or fantasizing about avoiding war are too cowardly!
It was the same with Tuzhanwa in the past. It wasn't until the Southern Border Cavalry leveled the village involuntarily that he realized:

In the north, being alive requires a price.

The Qi Bing apostles never accepted surrender, and rarely kept captives. They not only plundered supplies, but also sacrificed their lives.

The resources left in the village are not enough to feed everyone including the troops, so a tragic massacre is going on.

The echelon led by Tu Zhanwa was right behind the werewolves.

He was the first to enter the winter house, so he could enjoy the fireplace and fire cage when firewood was scarce.

Beler Iron Fang's expression was serious. His combat boots were bitten through by the wild dogs raised by the villagers. At this time, his right foot was frozen hard. If it was later, he might lose two toes forever.

This will affect the journey, and it is also not conducive to combat. According to past experience, at most, he will not survive two winters.

"The striker we sent to Luojun Valley has been missing for half a month."

Baylor said while applying ointment for frostbite.

"The spies who went to Qiuming Ancient Road yesterday didn't come back."

Baylor tightened the strap tightly, and the iron totem rattled, and he realized that the other party was not listening to him at all.

Tu Zhanwa was in a daze, which was rare.

"Did you hear God pray?"

Bei Le asked aloud, and then Tu Zhanwa moved his gaze to look at him.

The Qi Bing apostles are martyrs, and most of them are lunatics with crazy thoughts, who like to interpret various signs as revelations or omens.

"I don't know, but it always feels like something is waiting for me."

"Where?"

"The way forward is the place you mentioned just now, and we are about to go."

The forwards of the Qi Bing apostles are used to send death, if anyone does not come back, then the main force will move in that direction, destroying everything along the way.

Tu Zhanwa's braids have come loose.

In his fluttering white hair, he felt the ruthlessness of the years. When he changed his armor, the scars all over his body proved the killings he had experienced in these years.

Bel Ironfang pulled out a handful of herbal balls from his pocket.

This is the spoils of the past, and the witch doctor in the North likes to make all kinds of relaxing or hallucinogenic things to amplify the imagination of the praying mind.

He threw everything into the fire cage.

The vines were quickly burned, and the dry and flammable inner core turned red and burst instantly. The pungent smell squeezed out the fresh air, and the steaming smoke completely enveloped Tuzhanwa.

After a brief dizziness, an orphan who lost his home appeared.

Tu Zhanwa frowned, realizing it was him.

Huosou, one of the ancient tribes in the northern border, met Tu Zhanwa who was about to freeze to death on his way back from hunting down the legendary python.

The shaman couldn't figure out that the weather in Palotusbi would leave a fresh life in the wild.

Huoser thought: It would be good luck to adopt him.

So Tu Zhanwa swore to join the tribe. He lived up to expectations and showed amazing fighting talent when he became an adult, which further confirmed Zhan Jing's conjecture.

Suddenly, the smoke rolled and became as cold as snowflakes.

Tribal conflicts continued.

Tu Zhanwa could still think of the battle banner of the opponent, that guy who was so powerful that it made one's heart palpitate, Fren Gunduo, an orc who conquered the ice lions in the Red Maple Highlands.

Hawser's tribe lost, but Tu Zhanwa's heroic performance was affirmed.

Huoser publicly announced that he would be trained as the youngest war priest.

Unfortunately, it backfired.

The beginning of the collapse of belief was at a certain meeting.

At that time, the tribe needed trade, and he watched the cavalry that had destroyed his homeland appear on the northern land.

Everyone, including Zhan Jing, persuaded him to give up revenge.

"How many enemies can you kill, and how many new enemies will you create? And trade, how many people can you feed?"

Tu Zhanwa was confused.

He once reminded Zhan Jing not to underestimate the insidiousness of the Southern Empire, but not many people took his words to heart.

Things still happen.

The focus of the conflict of interest is a group of precious mineral deposits.

It was the eve of the Pistonke coup, and the Heli Iron Cavalry mixed in the caravan and tricked the sentry. They smuggled thousands of people and charged against the empty defense of the tribe!
There is no law to defend, only massacre.

When Huosser led the army to arrive, the stored supplies had been emptied, and they found Tu Zhanwa in a pool of blood...

Everyone felt inconceivable that he had endured so many attacks, yet he was still breathing.

Tu Zhanwa remained silent after waking up.

He quietly looked at his hands, which were stained with the blood of his enemies and companions, in the cold north wind...

It condensed into ice.

(End of this chapter)