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Chapter 132 0131: Leader

Meng prided himself on being brave and fearless, but at this moment he instinctively wanted to back down.

Only then did he realize that he had been escaping for so many years.

Tears pooled in spots in front of his face.

Meng stared at it and gradually calmed himself down. As he concentrated, the unbearable pain in his mind seemed to begin to disappear.

jingle bell~
The brass bell with complicated patterns is tied on the top of the animal horn, and it rings softly. The triumphant song of Luo Zhanbugda echoes throughout the tribe, the hunting team sings loudly, the flames warm, and the sacrificial ceremony blunts the teeth and bones and gives them to themselves.

"This is my home."

There was a trace of bitter emotion in Meng's heart.

That kind of cold was about to hit again, but when I felt it carefully, I realized that it was the sound of continuous footsteps, as if many people were slowly approaching me.

"Those ghosts... are back!"

Meng couldn't stay focused, curled up on the ground with his head in his arms.

"Don't be afraid," Ken said softly, patting his back. "Don't run away, wait a little longer."

A chill choked the spearhead.

The sound of battle banners and the noise of Thornton Kaya have all disappeared...

A certain inner stillness occupied his whole being.

Meng clearly felt:
Something was placed on his shoulders.

He accepted it tremblingly, until the strength fell to the ground. After the initial heaviness, there was an inexplicable strange warmth that only he could feel, and more and more, until it covered the entire back.

It was followed by broken murmurs.

Meng also chose to listen.

Thousands of emotions are mixed together, originating from many people. This voice seems strange and terrifying at first, but it is full of longing, worry, distress, relief, and encouragement...

Meng couldn't hear specific words.

He opened his mouth but didn't dare to answer. Those voices were his compatriots, the clansmen who drank wine and laughed happily in countless winter nights.

In the North, warmth and dependence...

It is the most precious memory that I dare not read casually.

"Forgive yourself, the most painful thing we feel is not death, but leaving you alone to bear all this."

what--

Meng opened his mouth wide, but there was no sound of crying.

He knew that after this time, those pains would never appear again, and the ghosts formed by relatives and friends would be silent forever.

The warmth began to dissipate, and the icy cold wind blew again.

Meng beat the ground frantically, wanting to search for those precious things in his memory, and he was willing to bear any price in order to no longer be alone.

"It's not enough, you still can't abandon me, I only killed a dozen werewolves, and I haven't avenged you yet..."

He cried his heart out, but finally, like a child.

Ken crouched beside him, his elbows on his knees, and he sighed deeply—Mon chose to run away because he felt he had no face to face the dead.

[Let this skin eroded by hatred find the meaning of living. 】

"Mon," Ken said. "Look back."

The Spearman was panting, his face turned pale from blood loss and catharsis, and he was looking at the battle banner blankly, as if confused.

"You only remember how many enemies you killed, but..."

Ken put both hands on Meng's shoulders, helping the frail child to turn around.

The morning sun turned into a dazzling light, causing both of them to squint their eyes.

He said: "But you never counted how many people you saved."

Thornton Kaya became quiet at the moment.

The villagers and the victims held tools and cleaned up the food. Everyone had already put down the work at hand and looked at this side with worried faces.

Mon was overwhelmed by the concerned gaze.

His sight began to escape and drift away, as if he couldn't accept care calmly.

"I said it before," Ken stood up and picked up the battle ax in hand. "Hope belongs to the refugees, what is left to Heila is pain and redemption."

People, including Langz and the shaman accompanying the army, instantly became focused and serious.

This warring is a true leader, with a steady voice coming out of his mouth, any vows made in his heart can be transformed into strength.

The residents smiled, and [Hera] who was hiding in the shadows began to receive attention.

"I recognize the blood you gave, the honor you defended, and the lives you guarded," Ken said, raising his battle ax towards the altar. "Thornton Kaya treats you like family, and it needs each of you to do your best to protect it."

People smiled and took their words to heart.

Joan hid among the village women. She could feel that everyone had hope again, and the haze of death seemed to have been swept away a lot.

Ken established a brand-new Santon Kaya. This tribe gathered refugees with various beliefs. No one can say what its future will be like.

Ken had enough rest.

He turned around and left, leaving Meng to be taken care of by Langz. He didn't expect to be caring, but only hoped that the giant's natural sense of humor could make the wounded not too boring.

Burke Bartley was instrumental in this defense.

When Ken saw him, the engineer was still smiling and kind. He had seen such a bloody scene, but there was no fluctuation...

"Norlin Kingdom must be very powerful."

"Why?" asked Burke.

Ken looked at the artwork on the table and said without looking back, "Because you are here."

"Huh? It's an honor to receive your praise. I really want to introduce Mr. Ken to the king, but after hearing the speech just now, I understand that this matter is absolutely impossible."

Burke sighed self-deprecatingly, knocked on the porcelain cup, and urged the apprentice to come up for more tea.

Ken knew that this sentence was actually a gesture of goodwill.

Norin Kingdom is far away from the [Eternal Frozen Wall]. Its main direction of expanding its territory is the south, so, except for trade, it has almost no contact with the north.

Ken thought for a moment, and then asked the most concerned question: "Apostle Qi Bing wants to fight us to the end, this decisive battle is the final test, can the current defense stand it?"

"It's not a big problem. The most critical part of city defense lies in people."

Burke blew away the refilled tea, then lightly pointed at the young man in front of him, and continued, "And I have confidence in you."

Ken didn't take the compliment.

In fact, he was very concerned about another matter. When he suddenly returned to Thornton Kaya last night, Burke seemed to have had an early warning, and the number of traps in the entire tribe was just enough to withstand the attack of the werewolf echelon.

"Excuse me, can you grasp the enemy's situation in the wasteland?"

Ken asked what was in his heart.

The room fell into silence, and Burke's back didn't waver at all, but the silence seemed to be an invisible evidence. Even if he really didn't report the knowledge, he didn't need to accept any harsh criticism, because he didn't have that obligation in the first place.

Ken didn't ask, after all, everyone has their own secrets.

Thornton Kaya really needs him right now.

"If you move to Norin with the tribe, I would like to tell you." Burke tactfully expressed his refusal, and he started another topic. "There is one thing that I am also very puzzled about."

Ken saw the other person turn his head to stare at him.

Burke's smiling face concealed a little puzzlement, he really didn't figure it out: "In the wasteland, there are so many forces besieging the Qi Bing apostle, and now the defeated team has gathered, why did they choose to attack Santonka?" Ya..."

He paused.

"Or, who is leading the Qi Bing apostle...to attack you?"

A note appeared in front of Ken's eyes, and his forehead twitched slightly.

[Mission: Leader]

[Progress: Failed]

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