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Chapter 476 0475: Firewood Pile
The sky after nightfall was very quiet, at least judging by the standard of the survivors of the Beishan Alliance in the wilderness after the disappearance of hunting, it was already so quiet that people shed tears of emotion.

It was completely dark around.

Warriors cherish the warmth and peace that comes when flames are lit in the wilderness.

The firewood was built, and the tribes contributed something to make it look like that.

People who have dozed off or passed out due to exhaustion have woken up. They have been running for days, fearing that they cannot sleep for too long, and when the night sky filled with gunpowder is covered with beasts...

They would lie back in the firelight and stare at the clouds and think of her.

Beast hooves and tremors came from all around the northward mountain road. A long army, thousands of mercenaries marched along the narrow and remote path under the night.

More than a dozen different guild costumes and professional attire overlap together.

Their equipment was neat and brand new, intact. Although they were exhausted from running and running, there were no wounded. Knights with southern faces and armor without fur wandered around.

The high fighting spirit of the mercenaries can be seen at a glance, and the steel and cold light from outside the permafrost wall gather here.

The warriors of the northern tribes wore weapons made of leather and animal bones and fangs. The surface of the iron was smeared with blood sand, and the handles with pulp were engraved with complex inscriptions, totems, beacons... simple decorations color.

The banners gather members together.

The Beishan Alliance is now without a leader.

The axis of unity was broken, and Sion and other patrons of the Fengyan tribe guarded the body of Jordanbu and prepared to return to the Red Maple Heights with the army.

Those who lost their compatriots, were tortured, or were driven to the brink of collapse by the purgatory hunt...

I don't know what to do anymore.

Hume and Tomio receive Quema.

Several people who had fought side by side in Thornton Kaya greeted each other, silently telling the bitterness of the past few days.

Sensing malice, Wusenbu turned his head and saw several tribal leaders whispering to each other. From the expressions of the soldiers in southern Xinjiang and the wary formation of soldiers, they could smell distrust.

"What a shame, I don't know what to say."

Quema expressed her condolences and remembrance to the night sky with the old Santon Kaya ceremony.

"Hello, Qi Wen's orphan." A hoarse growl came from the side.

Usenbu knows who the speaker is—a tribe from the northern hills of the Guazhi Mountains, who joined the Beishan Alliance after Siti became famous. It hasn’t been too long, but their personality is as smelly and stubborn as the yaks in their hometown. .

The firewood was blazing, and the flaming stars flew into the sky, fleeing in succession.

Shantanu Riley broke away from the dissuasion of his companions.

He stepped forward, his eyes were wide open, and the hot air blew his nose hair and roared: "I recognize your gestures, don't try to pretend, why does Dongmu's servant collude with Nanjiang mud legs!"

Wu Senbu stood in the middle of the road and said something fair: "Shut up, you don't understand, Sidi was killed by Gema."

"Everyone knows,"

Shantanu was even more furious, and his loud voice attracted people around him. "Gema, that bastard, I've heard for a long time that he has contacts with people from Southern Xinjiang. Aren't those balls and soldiers all magic secrets from Southern Xinjiang?"

The way he gritted his teeth seemed to attribute Sidi's death to all the faces in Nanjiang.

The flames crackled.

Shantanu pushed Uzenbu out of the way, and pointed at Quema.

He got very close, and before he could continue to open his mouth, there was a rather crisp snapping sound from his fingers, and the muscles from his forearm to his shoulders all twitched together.

Kuima looked down at him condescendingly, with fierce and sharp eyes.

The soldiers of the Shantanu tribe drew their swords at each other, and they were about to fight fiercely. When the battle was about to break out, the Parmenro wild boar lay in the middle of the road, and the heavy ax fell to the ground.

Langz stood in front of the crowd with a bang, clapped his hands, and swept the soldiers with cruel eyes while picking up the axe.

"Are you going to fight?"

The giant was hyperactive and irritable, and the news of City's death made him a little bloodthirsty. If this group of people really didn't know good from bad and wanted to attack their companions, then he would definitely agree and be willing to accompany them.

"I don't know."

Collins in the mercenary team came out on horseback.

He and the mercenary behind him had the same idea.

Everyone has come all the way to help, but this group of northern natives really don't know how to be grateful.

Collins said: "Where is Mr. Maharu, he should come and see what kind of guy he is paying for his kindness."

Hume and Tomio stood up to cool down the two sides.

Wu Senbu mediated from left to right in the middle, and his injured body was not well taken care of. He coughed up blood with ashes, and he was still waving his hands desperately to make the soldiers on both sides put away their weapons.

The boy wanted to help the old warring, but his companion grabbed his shoulder and shook his head.

More people chose to watch. They had just experienced the purgatory of life and death, and lost a wise leader. The atmosphere was inevitably terribly depressed. The negative emotions accumulated in the bottom of their hearts were like monsters, about to break out of their cages.

The boy spoke softly and was pushed outside.

The gaps that appeared when the firewood was piled up finally couldn't hold up, the logs collapsed one after another, and the sparks of the riot flew up, illuminating the people around who were roaring and cursing, watching silently, devastated, and exhausted...

The Beishan Alliance created by City will fall apart because of her continuation, because of her new life, and because of her death.

The boy feels sad.

He grabbed the dagger next to him, followed the thoughts in his heart and ran into the night, wanting to leave just like that, when he just walked out of the place where the light did not shine, Ji heard the rustling of snow being trampled.

Ken rode his war horse and moved forward silently. Every time his hoof stepped on the snow, the crushed ice was crushed.

He carried his body full of cold into the fire.

Both the northern border tribe and the southern border mercenaries saw him, and were shocked by that extremely serious expression.

Quema swears:

From the first time he met Zhanjing in Cangcuo Snake Cave until now, he has never seen such a furious Ken Bouvier. The calm and calm charm on his body concealed the former sharpness.

Ken has been strategizing for too long, and it is easy for everyone to ignore him. He is an adventurer, a warrior, and a wolf-like man with a fanatical fighting spirit.

After taking a deep breath, Collins and the mercenaries retreated to the defensive line.

Members of the Beishan Alliance have seen him before, know that he is a friend of City Warring, and have heard about his achievements on the battlefield of the tide of undead, but they did not expect that the reunion would be like this.

Sidi died, and on the snow, the members of the alliance split into groups, like cracked ice.

Hume, Tomio and other warriors gathered together, and tribes like Sion who had lost their leaders watched silently, while some people clearly showed annoyance and pain, keeping a distance from the two groups around them.

(End of this chapter)