Chapter 12 Inescapable threat

Ken and Kuima walked forward in the heat of the fire.

They leaned against the wall and looked out to observe the wooden house opposite. There were sounds of fighting and fighting inside.

Kuima wanted to rush in, but Ken stopped him with his hand and coldly scolded him: "You are too reckless."

Although Kuima was anxious, he obeyed.

The wooden window was opened.

A [Hunter] rolled to the ground, and another [Tribal Warrior] blocked the way with a long-handled knife to cover his companions to retreat.

The cracks in the wall continued to be broken.

Two lacquer ice apostles walked out of the ruins like fierce gods, holding hammers and battle axes.

Kuima wanted to move forward again, and subconsciously glanced at Ken, and found that his eyes were shining and his expression was particularly focused.

[Hostile: Lacquer Ice Apostle]

[Level: D]

[Humans driven by violence and primitive impulses pursue death and war. ]

Ken did not chase him, his eyes were still fixed on the wooden house. He stretched out his hand and whispered without looking back: "Give me the rhino horn axe."

He took it, weighed it, and raised it high above his head.

Kuima took two steps back and watched the two-handed axe being thrown towards the dark gap with a "whoosh".

A faint light flashed across the flickering firelight.

Kuima's neck was numb, and he heard the sound of something cracking. Without thinking much, he followed Ken into the wooden house quickly.

His eyes gradually adapted to the darkness, and he saw a strong man with a split head leaning against the wall.

[Kill: Enemy 5/15]

The last apostle of Qibing seemed to be about to walk out of the door. Blood and white pulp flowed all over his face in the orange firelight, and his eyes were filled with reluctance and astonishment.

Kuima's throat was throbbing, and he stared at the corpse in a daze.

The axe was pulled out and put back in his hand.

Snap!

A light slap hit him on the face, and a burning pain and anger surged into his heart.

Ken's eyes were calm and somewhat indifferent, and just a slight frown defeated the courage of this [Tribal Spearman] to refute.

"Don't be confused. If you can't hold it firmly, go back to the cave."

"Sorry."

Kuima lowered his head and stripped off the [Chain Arm Guard] and [Iron Plate Armor] from the corpse, as well as a few useful things.

Ken led the way in front of him.

He looked at the back in front of him, envious at first, and then quickly became calm.

[Attitude: Respect]

[Follower Loyalty Improved]

Ken turned his face halfway and didn't find anything unusual, but he felt that Kuima was much more obedient, and his words and deeds were not so impetuous.

They chased to the center of the village, and their footsteps left mud marks on the streets covered with ash.

The blood and knife marks almost pointed out a cruel and brutal path.

The wooden beams collapsed, and the battlefield was ahead.

Ken expanded his gray vision from afar and could see that the village hunter was seriously injured and began to lag behind in this fight.

Near them, two lacquered ice apostles slowly stepped forward.

The health bars of the four people were already more than half, and it was obvious that this fierce battle was coming to an end.

At this time, even if Ken was holding a steel sword, as soon as his front foot stepped on the rubble, Kuima behind him was pressed into the shadow again.

Kuima's ribs hurt, and he didn't understand why he had to hide again!

Ken's fingers exerted force faintly, and he expanded his gray vision when he rushed to kill. Almost at the edge of the boundary, the red light that shot out made him feel dangerous.

Awooo——

He first saw a gray-black beast, and then heard the roar echoing from the edge of the ruins.

Ken felt that Kuima also heard the sound, and the tribal spearman trembled, and the axe vibrated and hit the stone, making a series of crisp sounds similar to chattering teeth.

The four people in the center of the battlefield were retreating quickly.

"Ah, Dong Mubao..."

The hunter raised his arm with a horrified expression.

The red light approached quickly, and then two rows of silver-white appeared, and then dark red blood splashed in the air.

The remaining tribal warrior paused.

The liquid splashed on his face, and the remains of his companion were dragged away.

The werewolf seemed to just pass by casually, crushing the stink bug blocking the middle of the road, and he didn't even have the interest to look back.

The two lacquered ice apostles also showed horror on their faces, came to their senses, and approached step by step with their weapons.

The tribal warrior was completely desperate. He had lost the will to fight, and sat down and raised his long sword tightened by tree tendons.

The sharp axe swung lightly and knocked the long sword away.

The war hammer followed closely and swung in a semicircle, ready to give him a fatal blow.

The tribal warrior closed his eyes tightly, all his hairs were jumping, but the weapon never fell.

He looked up and saw a young spearman standing in front of him. He was swinging a rhino-horn axe from bottom to top, and his back was very brave!

Gala!

Kuima's wrist was fractured. The huge impact was not so easy to relieve.

From the gap between the two people's strength competition, another Qibing apostle also forced in. He roared and raised his battle axe again.

With both hands raised above his head, he pretended to chop the man in front of him into pieces!

"Run, get out of here."

The tribal warrior got up in a mess, but Kuima was still focused on wrestling and was unmoved by the attack next to him.

It was too late!

He wanted to block it with his body, but found that someone was faster than him.

At that moment, he saw how the steel sword drew a silver arc decently, and how decent it was to chop into the opponent's neck!

The Qibing apostle was hit by several swords, and the last blow even stabbed into the heart.

Sure enough, after the body fell, a knight-like southern face was revealed, and the expression was so calm that it was easy to overlook the other person's youth.

"You... you are that..."

The tribal warrior was a little speechless, and the words came to his lips, but he couldn't say the name.

"Sorry, Mr. Ken, I'm still not decisive enough."

Yes, that's it, he thought to himself.

In the few breaths of his mental activity, Ken had cooperated with Kuima to kill the remaining lacquered ice apostle.

[Mission: Santon Kaya in the Firelight]

[Progress: Survival 7/8]

[Kill: Enemy 7/15]

He reached out and pinched Kuima's wrist. Although he still had no expression on his face, he nodded gently to show his approval.

Moved away again, the dislocated and deformed bones had been reset.

"Mother Winter, you are actually a shaman." The tribal warrior was stunned, but Ken turned away without comment, making him suspect that he had said the wrong thing.

"I, I mean, you are too strong to be someone with surging magic power."

Ken still didn't answer.

The [werewolf] just now gave him a great shock.

This is not a Cangcuo snake that is shedding its skin. It is not only level [B], but also fights quickly, leaving no room for maneuver.

In other words, even if he squeezes out all the experience points, there is no chance of winning!

"You are, Kuima? God, we all thought you were killed. Look, you have grown a lot! Your uncle must be very proud."

The tribal warrior changed the subject. In the night with fire, this encounter seemed so sad.

They exchanged a few words and quickly analyzed the current situation.

The Qibing apostles who broke into the village slaughtered layer by layer and were now approaching the altar in the center. The villagers hid everywhere, and only seven or eight of them were able to pick up weapons.

The tribal warrior's expression also became serious.

He reached out to pick up the long knife, but an axe was handed into his sight. It originally belonged to the Apostle of Lacquer Ice. The totem on it was black, stained with mottled grease and blood clots.

Ken put it into the other party's arms without saying anything.

"Compared to a one-handed knife, you are more suitable for a two-handed big guy, and in terms of quality, it is more reliable than your homemade one."

The tribal warrior was a little confused, and Kuima nodded at him, but...

"You don't even know my name, how did you judge this..."

Ken didn't hear his muttering.

[Mission: Recruitment]

[Progress: 2/5]

When the notes appeared, he quickly scanned the other party's specific values: just an ordinary person, not a follower, and those one-handed and two-handed data were mediocre.

Of course, no one knew these things.

So the [tribal warrior] was inexplicably in awe of this taciturn young man!