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Chapter 113 0112: Twisted Soul
Meng Yun clenched his saber tightly and did not open his mouth to refute.

"Even I can see that you want to do something stupid."

Lanz walked towards him and patted the mercenary coat of arms on his shoulder, as if reminding the Mon-Hellas to swear allegiance to Ken, with flesh and blood and soul.

"What do you want?"

"If you make up your own mind," Langz approached, putting his palm up to cover his mouth. "The boss will beat you until you can't move, and then throw you in the animal shed, protecting you like a chick."

Meng's sword trembled.

Lowndes calmly endured Meng's glare. Obviously, his heart was as rough and patient as his skin, and it was difficult for him to make any waves.

"Come with me."

Ken led Meng away from the street and walked towards the corner of the village.

"What are we doing here?"

Meng frowned and looked around, seeing a trail that had been blocked.

He recalled a bit, and realized that this place was already close to the wall, and the cliff was sticking to his back. If the Qi Bing apostle attacked, it would be the edge of the battlefield.

Ken ordered: "I want you to stay here at every step."

"Here?" Meng stepped back, throwing his arms aside. "You're insulting a Spearman of the Winterge clan!"

"Insult? No, this is your salvation!"

Ken took a step forward, his expression became serious, and he looked down at Meng.

"Listen to me, I have discussed it with Burke many times. This is a very important place. If you can't keep it, many people will die."

Meng fell silent, and the wolf fell behind him, standing still.

Ken ignored it, and he didn't know whether this decision was correct, so he simply turned his head and walked towards the assembly point.

[Number of Troops: 90]

The long-range firepower has been deployed by Kuima everywhere, so waiting here is a group of militiamen and northern warriors, and there are several riders in front of the military tent.

They wear thick jackets and animal skins, and are equipped with different styles of guns, knives, battle axes with handles or missing stone hammers.

Most of the weapons are trophies, and the rest are materials from passing vendors.

Ken looked at his troops:
They stayed silently in the wind, and began to pray with the silent snowflakes in the north. Because of different beliefs, some held their earlobes, some put their hands together, some knelt in the snow, and some kissed unique ornaments... …

"Will the old gods really hear?"

asked Ken.

Several nearby lizard riders heard this, looked at each other for a moment, and put away the animal bone figure seal.

Quema remained silent.

Residents in the northern region live in faith. People in southern Xinjiang will be considered offensive and vile provocations if they say such words. If they are in a casino or a tavern, they will even be forced to go to the arena.

But here is Thornton Kaya, and the speaker is Tribal Warsign, the appointed ruler of the old gods.

Ken waited for the last rider to finish his prayers.

At this moment, everyone put away their pious hearts and returned to reality in the cold wind full of bloody smell. They looked into the distance silently, took steps, and followed a certain man.

He led the team through the rugged and ringed mountain road, and through the shallow and sparse grass.

The sky was gray, the clouds were thick, and the monsters flying overhead tightened their tailbone.

sip——

A soul crow pierced through the swirling snowflakes.

It let out a scream that went straight into its mind, and several [corpse feathers] flew away, and the stumps held by this group of strange birds fell off and fell near the team.

Ken rode on the back of the wolf, watching the soul crow get into the cloak of the shaman.

He cast his eyes behind him, the hooves of his mount carved black frozen soil in the snow, the warriors of the north were sullen, and a long line of dozens of people trekked hard on the mountain road.

[Your team feels uneasy. 】

Many people can't understand:

Why don't they stay in the village, but go outside.

"The tribe is our last line of defense. Most of the villages slaughtered by the Ice Apostle choose to huddle behind the fence. There is no way to retreat. They can only be surrounded, attacked, and eroded defenses."

Ken is carrying [Dawn and Twilight] on his back, his armor is neat, and he gives courage to his subordinates with a firm expression.

"We can't sit still and smash these beasts into pieces in the wilderness before they recover."

Ken looked at the shaman under the thick cloak. The soul crow brought the enemy's attack direction. He rode a wolf in front and headed towards the pass outside the ancient Qiuming road.

This is the only way to get to Santon Kaya from the south. As far as the eye can see, the open ground is intertwined with black and white, snow and rocks, and bare permafrost.

The commercial roads of various countries pass through the plain in front of you. In the spring of previous years, merchants in the northern border came and went, and they used this place as a foothold in the long journey.

[People sell camels, supply supplies, have fun around campfires, exchange current affairs anecdotes, and tell a few stories that they think are weird enough. 】

Ken wished he could see it firsthand—increased trade and foot traffic meant prosperity, meant Thornton Kaya would flourish.

Now, a more urgent and severe situation lies ahead.

Ken smelled blood.

The corpses of refugees, mercenaries, warriors and looters were exposed on the wasteland, becoming a delicious meal for monsters and beasts.

Apostle Qi Bing never relents.

Ken led the team closer, and he saw living things moving in the ravines and shadows.

Groups of screepers twisted their necks in unison.

They flapped their wings at the cavalry, opened their sharp beaks, and exposed their fine, shattered teeth.

The cold wind swept the snow, and the rags were blown high into the air.

A scarred and bloodstained hand stretched out from the ground, trembling, as if trying to grasp the last unwillingness in consciousness.

Ken immediately threw out his weapon, and the battle ax sliced ​​through the group of monsters.

The sharp blade cut off the flesh and blood, and amidst the screams, only flesh and blood and stumps were left everywhere.

Ken turned down Fei Wolf King and paused on the spot again. He looked through the note and saw a girl with a dull complexion who was about the same age as Joan.

[Unfortunately, she is dead. 】

"Mother Dong is here."

The wolf riders followed and looked at the corpses all over the place, falling into shock and anger.

Quema was also a little scared.

He approached the battle banner, and found that Ken's expression was also very heavy, and the night when Thornton Kaya was slaughtered seemed to come back to his eyes.

Screamers hovered in the air, and the vulture flapped its blade-like bones, babbling.

The whole thick and boundless dark cloud is stuffy overhead, and the snowflakes and cold wind are falling in disorder.

The movements of monsters and beasts are connected into one piece, and those things crawling in the dark and eating corpses are all popping up...

The tundra just got more eerie.

Ken felt a glance, the sheer malice always sobering.

A man stood up in the ditch.

He was wearing a tattered jacket and iron armor, his whole body was dirty and messy, his eyes were as indifferent as ice blue.

The two sides looked at each other at a distance of two arrows.

Ken felt like he was facing a monster. He knew at a glance that he would never be able to communicate, and he would even feel disgust from the bottom of his heart.

"Huh, finally..."

　Still on the way, go back and see if I can post another chapter, it will be more in these two days, and I will post a single chapter on the weekend to talk about the current situation and updates, this will not be cut.

　　
　
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