Chapter 79 Return to Koege
Silver bone bracelet, the length of a finger.
Ken put it on his right wrist without hesitation, he took his battle axe again, and took two steps forward to the open space - the impulse from the morning and dusk became stronger, and the response between it and Ken became more concrete, as if there were invisible chains connecting each other.
Screams came from the valley.
On the misty Flynn Ancient Road, the scouts alarmed the undead under the snow cover. The body of the mountain cat that suddenly rose up was huge and powerful, and it had injured several soldiers in an instant.
It destroyed the buffer camp, and the wooden fragments and baggage were blown away.
The shield soldiers were toyed with by the mountain cat, and the spear throwers could not hit such a flexible monster. The expeditionary team panicked, and screams and blood began to spread.
[Fear is growing, you must do something. ]
The black people came upon hearing the news, and their fierce attack slightly hindered its movement.
The mountain cat was a dead spirit, and its desire for fresh flesh and blood was as strong as a storm. It actually rushed directly towards the refugees with spears and sharp arrows.
The weak porter fell on the snow.
He watched the monster approaching, using his hands and feet, crying and crawling back, fear seeping out from every pore of his body.
The mountain cat leaped up and bared its yellow-brown fangs.
The porter was completely desperate, his eyes widened, tears trembled, and his hoarse and shrill howls spread far away.
"Ah——"
The imagined blood did not appear.
From his perspective, the mountain cat suddenly "broke", and the ribs covered with rotten flesh made a huge cracking sound.
The monster's face became hideous and distorted.
When its entire body was knocked open, a gray-white handle was exposed, and the axe had chopped in from the side.
All onlookers saw what happened.
The stream of light that just passed from the height was like the horizon at the junction of dawn and dusk.
It tore through the defense of the beast, giving people a glimmer of hope to survive.
The mutant core in the mountain cat's body was chopped into pieces, and the dirty blood exuded a foul smell.
The corpse suddenly trembled!
The crowd gasped and stepped back, but saw the battle axe "swished" out of the wound, along a crescent-like arc, and flew back to the high ground at an ever-increasing speed.
The refugees and soldiers all raised their heads.
Ken grabbed the axe - one hand, effortlessly, firmly clamped the handle, as if the weapon stuck to it by itself, allowing him to put it into the buckle behind him.
[The loyalty of refugees increased. ]
"A heart-pounding blow."
The beast tamer bowed his head and praised with a serious face.
The Heiras were stationed at the forefront of the troops.
Although they were shocked, they did not stop. They organized several people to deal with the wounded, removed the curse before the hunting fell, and set a big fire to burn the body of the mountain cat.
Meng stared at the young man in black armor on the hillside.
He felt inexplicable pressure, the pain buried deep in his heart, and the pride used to cover up the scars. All kinds of emotions constantly washed away his self-esteem.
Dongjiaoge tribe, ancient teachings three:
The heart of the strong protects brothers and sisters. If you cannot surpass and replace the leader, it will become the hardest shield and the sharpest blade in his hand.
He moved his eyes and stared at Kuima on the hillside.
[Heila, Meng, loyalty increased. ]
[The relationship between Meng and Kuima in the team deteriorated. ]
Ken received the note and glanced at the mountain road.
The young man with bandaged hands was leading the horse away from the team, like a beast hunting alone.
"Hmm..."
He took a deep look at the followers beside him.
Kuima stood up straight with a serious expression, and then he heard Zhan Jing say: "Stay away from Meng recently, try not to be alone, he is a bit extreme."
"Uh, oh okay."
He was stunned for a moment, nodded in agreement, but couldn't figure out the logical relationship.
Ken raised his right arm, turned around and said to Arthur with a smile:
"It's a very powerful accessory, and it's made quite delicately. Thanks to you, I finally have some northern style decorations. Hey, during this time out, whoever sees me for the first time will subconsciously think that I'm from the southern border."
The only decoration with northern characteristics on him is the back buckle sewn with black rock skin.
It is inlaid with copper buckles, and there are animal teeth hanging around the waist.
In addition, whether it is armor or combat boots, they are all in the style of the southern border countries.
"Craftsmen respect artifacts and will also meet the needs of customers."
Arthur raised the corner of his mouth tiredly, just as if he had smiled. He looked at [Morning and Dusk] with a complicated look, but the noise in his heart was much calmer.
"I will sleep until night and get up to work, hoping there will be stars."
He murmured and walked towards the truck.
The porter would drive the cargo horse and carry the sentry on night duty.
The journey to [Ke'e Village] took a full three days. What made Ken feel tired and gratified was that the refugees grew up during the migration.
The wind and snow and the trek made everyone tough.
His most complicated work every day was to assign sufficiently challenging tasks to everyone, so that they would experience tempering and flesh and blood.
The troops hunted wild beasts, killed dead spirits, and occasionally set foot in some dangerous places to collect consumables.
The experience value was unprecedentedly high.
Even though a lot of it was spent on treating the wounded, the inventory still exceeded the peak period.
Ken had a vague feeling: returning to Sandon Kaya and delivering the mission would open a new stage and usher in greater challenges.
On the evening of the fourth day.
The team came to an open plain, and all the damaged ridges had been cleaned up, not even a single seed was left behind.
[The Lubeck River] flowed quietly, and the damp cold wind blew through the tired crowd.
"Set up camp, be alert!"
Heila and the lizard riders ran to notify, and various tents were propped up, and the busy atmosphere infected everyone.
The mighty wolf king marked the position of the leader.
It lazily leaned on the ground, but it frightened every beast passing by.
Ken walked along the wide stone bridge, and there were still traces of battle around. The orc leader cut off the wooden fence with his weapon, and the stone pier smashed by the Bamenlo wild boar had not been cleaned up.
His boots stepped on the dried blood.
It was unclear whether it was his own or that of the enemy.
The villagers had been waiting here for a long time. In the front were ten soldiers who stayed in Ke'e Village, waiting for the return of the battle flag.
They swallowed their saliva and dared not look directly into Ken's eyes.
When the sentry informed everyone that the troops were surrounding them, everyone was too scared to go out. After all, no one could have imagined that the young gentleman could gather such a large number of people in such a short time.
The tribal warrior stepped forward and then stopped to salute obediently.
He was the first person to accept the reality among all the people. After all, Ken's words and actions on the night he first arrived in Ke'e Village impressed him deeply.
"Count all the baggage and personnel. We will set off to return to Sandon Kaya in two days at most."