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Chapter 136 0135: The truth of migration

Quema stayed in the corner with her arms folded.

"You have worked hard."

His voice was low as sand.

Although this [Ice Front Plucker] is taciturn, his strength and character have spread throughout the army, and he is a formidable archer.

In Thornton Kaya, even the castaways who stayed temporarily knew that this person was Ken's undisputed confidant.

Kuima obeyed Zhan Jing's orders without any objection.

In the blacksmith shop at this time...

Kuima was also the oldest person. He witnessed the rise and fall of Santon Kaya with his own eyes, but until he became a tribal spearman, he never saw the vast world outside, and almost died in the cave of Cangcuo Snake.

"I was absolutely shocked."

Kuima turned his head to reveal his neck, and there was a scar hidden in the totem tattoo, which recorded his encounter with Zhanjing.

Ken listened quietly, his eyelids heavy, and he seemed exhausted.

He also thought of that dangerous [Cangcuo Snake], how many fatal attacks it had passed by, entangled and dragged, and finally counterattacked by the Jedi, the bloody water that covered its head and face...

"Tsk tsk."

Ken smacked the memory.

"I have changed so much. Back then, I was fearless. Even if I was about to lose my life at any time, I could face it calmly."

"You are now too!"

Kuima raised his hand to interrupt him, and said firmly: "Although you persuade us to leave, you will definitely stay until the end, and then die fearlessly!"

Ken didn't answer.

He had indeed intended to do so.

For this reason, Ken restrained his emotions all the time, for fear that his subordinates would get angry and make some stupid decisions.

Just like it is now.

Ken asked, "Since when did you start thinking about this?"

"It starts with your unrestrained use of healing abilities."

When Quema replied, he actually laughed, and then showed his yellowed teeth and said, "Actually, the reason I trust you so much now is because you chose to trust me first."

When Cangcuo Snake Cave.

All of Quema's companions were killed by monsters.

He desperately prayed to the old gods, but he didn't expect Ken to fall from the sky, and the other party had no obligation to save himself, but frankly showed his most powerful strength.

This healing method...

There is no sense of mystery of a wizard and shaman, neither dancing nor reciting spells silently, not even the assistance of secret arts and medicines.

At that time, [Palotusbi] was no longer as powerful as the old gods.

All kinds of magical abilities are disappearing, and the level of treatment is declining rapidly. Every ancient tribe protects its most precious things from being coveted by others.

in this case……

The honest Santonkaya people know very well that they must never beg for selfless help from others, because the other party has no such obligation.

Besides, Ken is the face of southern Xinjiang.

When Kuima was in the cave, he didn't really have any hope. When he saw Ken's appearance clearly, he had a thought deep in his heart, that is to pretend to pass out, and then die there silently.

"You helped me, I can't express my shock and gratitude in words."

He said.

For the first time, Ken cast this ability on a stranger.

This move is of great significance, not only simply saving a person, but also exposing one's most important ability across cultures and beliefs.

"Do you know how dangerous it is to save me?"

Kuima looked at Zhan Jing with a smile.

Every time he recalled it, he would be filled with infinite respect, so he never doubted Zhan Jing's order.

Later, during the journey back from the migration of the Dua tribe.

As soon as the refugee team set off, they encountered setbacks: the shortage of supplies, the harsh weather in the northern border, the dangerous terrain hidden under the snow cover, and the mutant monsters and beasts waiting for the opportunity.

People are dying every day.

Individuals whose minds are not strong enough begin to say irresponsible words.

Kuima once heard a porter say to his companions—people in southern Xinjiang cannot be trusted. This young guy has sinister thoughts, and he may treat the refugees as slaves, or even as a sacrifice of some ancient magic.

The most stupid thing is that some people believe this statement.

The vagrants spoke harsh words, but Ken never changed his pace.

He worked day and night with the scouts to open up the road and find out the direction, and he took the lead in every battle.

Ken shattered the rumours.

But no matter how strong a leader is, he can't lift up a heart that has long been tarnished.

The harsh environment, the hopeless expedition... After all, it drove people crazy.

Guy who loses motivation, starts to give up on himself, and then comes up with some evil thoughts.

One day, Quema inspected the queue at the end as usual.

He moved very lightly, and with Ken's help and training, he was able to crush this group of hungry and cold villagers.

Therefore, the group of guys plotting in the cracks did not notice anyone approaching.

Kuima led Feilang and listened quietly in the wind and snow.

From the tent behind him, countless dirty and despicable words came out, and this group of people even prepared their weapons, intending to launch a rebellion and seize Ken's leadership when the night was dark.

Quema listened to the plot with a heavy heart.

This group of people analyzed very clearly that there were only a dozen or so soldiers under Ken's command who could really fight. As long as they could arouse the negative emotions of the masses, they should be able to create chaos and do enough to overthrow the leadership.

"I followed you and saw the most noble qualities, fraternity, perseverance, bravery and integrity..."

In the middle of the narration, Quema looked up at Ken and said.

"It wasn't until the moment I heard those stupid words that I realized that not everyone is qualified to accept your salvation. People are despicable. We can only demand ourselves, but we can't change other people's minds."

When he said this, his tone was extremely heavy.

The scrutiny appeared in Ken's eyes again, and he realized that he was only focused on taking the refugees out, but ignored too many things.

"What did you do?" he asked.

Arthur also looked over curiously. The uprising and resistance did not happen. On the contrary, the migration was extremely smooth. Although the process was tortuous, everyone encouraged each other and the atmosphere was particularly good. That's why Santon Kaya is so united and strong now.

The orange fire in the hearth illuminated the profile of Quema.

Now the door is closed tightly, half of his body is hidden in the dark, his shadow dances and leaps along with the flames.

"I killed them."

Kuima fell into memory, the tent was full of begging and crying, and thick blood kept splattering out.

Arthur's eyelids twitched and he swallowed.

In the minds of everyone, Kuima is simply a copy of the battle flag, resolute, brave, upright and tolerant. Who would have thought that he once waved a weapon at the refugees?

Ken frowned.

He thought of an even more chilling fact: from a certain day onwards, Kuima changed her patrol time from sunset to early morning.

"Every night, I rode my wolf to the end of the line."

Kuima said blankly, "I know that only the guy who can't hold on and hangs behind is the easiest to shake, and the easiest to destroy the confidence everyone is desperately maintaining..."

He took a deep breath, gritted his teeth and said.

"But this kind of guy is dead."

　Looking for a recommendation ticket...

　　


(End of this chapter)