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Chapter 112 0111: Snow is about to fall

The smoke puppet werewolf hid in the trench and watched what happened in front of him.

It was born in the wasteland of Palotusbi, but it has never seen such an insidious trap. This kind of arrangement, I am afraid that even Chimulai's hunters will suffer.

The beast lost more than half of it in the blink of an eye, but it hadn't even touched the tribe's wall.

The smoke puppet werewolf turned into a cloud of smoke, and the scarlet streamer swayed between the blind spots of the sentry tower. At this moment, it finally realized that this bloated man was worthy of his own shot.

The apprentice stood up from behind the slope, the lantern in his hand glowing warmly again.

"Maybe it's damp. I changed a wick."

Burke took the catalpa rope, which he had soaked, greased it up, and ignited it again.

"Teacher, why haven't I seen this kind of oil before?"

"I helped fishermen modify the winch, and they sent me several secret art formulas. It's amazing. I heard it can prevent the wind on the ice."

Burke put down the wick, nagging and pushing the other person away.

"So, you can't stay still, we live by craftsmanship, we have to keep traveling and learning..."

The apprentice didn't want Burke to babble, he turned his head and pointed to the burning wick and said:
"Should we not extinguish it?"

He felt that the climate in the north was dry and cold, and the wooden fence would be ignited.

"Leave it alone, it will always go out, wait, haven't I taught you how to make fire-resistant paint? I just have time, so go back and teach you."

"My God!"

The apprentice was taken away, howling.

Passing under the gate post, they saw the hunting party handling a shorthorn.

The northern warriors put away their weapons and greeted Burke warmly.

The sentinel propped up the fence, and while loading the steel crossbow bolts, he waved to the two people below.

The apprentice's Umma was not good enough, and he couldn't understand the strangely accented tribal dialect.

His teacher is still as popular as ever, but he can feel that this kind of favor is seldom due to status, but more often because of Burke's gentle smile, rich knowledge, and never-controversial philosophy of doing things.

"You are too obedient to be suppressed by the nobles."

"I don't like to fight, of course, and I don't like to get hurt." Burke shook his head. "So I studied the art of defense."

The apprentice nodded thoughtfully.

He thought of the dangerous trip with Burke, many villains with evil intentions, and finally gave up hunting without exception.

Also, those faces were never seen again.

Burke patted him on the shoulder and glanced back at the dirt slope before entering the gate.

In the shadows, the vertical catalpa rope was still burning.

A puff of smoke shook violently, and then slowly calmed down, condensing out thick fur, slender and slender limbs.

The Painted Ice Apostle never runs away, but fears.

The smoke puppet werewolf can't move now, but its consciousness is tumbling in the waves - a huge amount of secret fish oil is buried around it, and the paste is connected into a net, constantly eroding the alienated body.

The cold wind was blowing, and the fire was torn back and forth, but it refused to go out, and the thirsty flame continued to extend to the bottom, as if singing a soul-inspiring curse.

The smoke dummy knows exactly what that means:
The burning of the wick will trigger the magic in the secret oil, and the curse-breaking fire will consume any twisted soul.

The smoke puppet werewolf struggled to stretch out its sharp claws. This pair of weapons seemed to have slaughtered countless lives, but at this moment they couldn't touch the wall of Santon Kaya.

It can't figure it out.

The tribe in front of me only has a hundred people, how could they build such a tight defense?Even in the most neglected corners, materials were spent to lay magic traps.

puff.

There was a soft sound to extinguish the flame.

A flash of light illuminated the southeast corner of Thornton Kaya.

The smoke puppet werewolf's eyes were scarlet, and it turned into an elongated shadow, which disappeared into the night forever.

[Trap - Mud Vortex (Trigger)]

[The end of the battle: no casualties, animal bone X13, animal skin (broken) X11, food X25. 】

As soon as Ken came down from the hillside, a remark appeared in his eyes, the magic hidden in the falling snow was restless, and there was still a faint fishy smell in the howling cold wind.

Thornton Kaya is under attack.

The smoke puppet werewolves chased back the troops in the Luojun Plain, and were eventually annihilated by Burke's trap, but it was just the beginning, and the real killing was about to come.

The scouts rode war horses and snow lizards to the village road.

The makeshift tent was crowded with refugees.

They were at a loss and could only look at the tribal wall in confusion, with the sound of hoofbeats in their hearts, as if they were urging the group of people who had lost their homes to make a choice.

Continue to flee, or stay behind.

Ken rode the wolf and stopped slowly between the village and the refugees.

He recognized one of the hunters, the hapless man who had knelt before him in despair.

Ken and him looked at each other, and then said: "You can escape, the route to the north is safe for the time being."

Orion was stunned, but quickly regained his composure.

[Northern residents don't like the faces of southern Xinjiang, and refugees have no choice but to subconsciously attach to you, which does not mean loyalty. 】

The environment in the northern border is harsh, the residents are born brave, and the fleeing team is even more mixed. If they are brought into the tribe without screening, it will become a big hidden danger.

Ken continued under the gaze of everyone.

"After the Ice Apostle, there will be a wave of undead. You all know what that means, so don't stop easily and find a camp or a tribe with high enough walls."

The refugees bowed their heads.

Fear is spreading, and after a while, someone chooses to leave.

They staggered and ran in a panic. After leaving the village road, their expressions became confused.

【Reputation: 890】

[Someone has heard of your deeds, 21 people have joined your tribe, the talents and talents of the residents need you to discover. 】

The current leader of Thornton Kaya is Ken Bouvier.

He swore an oath to become the battle banner at Hamsin's funeral, and would never allow the same thing to happen again. He swung his battle ax and pointed at the arrow tower behind the horse barrier, and arranged the refugees on the battlefield at the rear.

The handle wrapped in animal skin feels calm, and it also swears Ken's determination to guard to the end.

The wolves charged forward, and Ken put down the weapon in his hand.

He guessed who was coming without turning his head. After all, facing the Qi Bing apostle, there was only one person in the team who felt no fear.

"I'm going to be a sacrificial horse."

Meng said decisively.

[Common Sense: Sacrificial Riding]

[The special team in the tribal death battle, in order to express their determination to fight to the end to the enemy, they will kill the enemy until they die or the enemy retreats, which is an old ritual in the northern border. 】

"What do you want to do?"

"I want revenge, and the souls of the dead need an answer."

"The answer is that you go to die?" Ken snapped. "I will not arrange for anyone to charge meaninglessly, just to show their determination to the old gods."

(End of this chapter)