Chapter 86 Night at home

Many people had worried that Ken would never return.

The confidence that the Sandon Kaya tribe had just built up was completely worn out in the past two weeks of silence. Everyone forced themselves to work and relieved their panic with hard work. Almost no one dared to imagine that Zhan Jing could bring back so many refugees.

Burke's rich experience in judging people told him:

Even if there were many difficulties, Ken would not die easily outside.

Now, the crowded residents filled the house. This was the first time since the bandits came that so many smiles could be seen in Sandon Kaya.

The rising bonfire illuminated the busy crowd.

The refugees were busy without any regrets. When everyone was carrying goods, they were wiping sweat the moment before, and suddenly they burst into tears. The people around them would consciously step forward to comfort them.

Joan walked along the edge of the fire holding her clothes.

The last lively scene in her memory was still vivid. At that time, the old war banner of Sandon Kaya had not died yet. Hamsin would introduce himself to the uncles of the hunting team, and the celebration banquet would always last until sunrise.

Through food and fire, people can forget their pain and live stronger after venting.

But this time, Hamsin is gone too. He died on the altar of Mother Winter and died in the battle against the vanguard of the Apostle of Lacquer Ice.

"I heard that he is the war banner."

"From now on, we belong to Sandon Kaya, and he is also our war banner."

The refugees who were cooking soup and sawing wood were chatting.

Joan walked quickly. Along the way, almost all the topics revolved around Mr. Ken. Even the ten warriors with emblems, fierce and ferocious, called "Heila", were convinced by the war banner.

She skillfully moved the side door of the public bathroom.

It was still early, and no one would come here in advance except the village women who cleaned.

The bathroom designed and built by Ken was quite warm, and the moist heat made people breathe quickly. As long as you stay here long enough, all the fatigue can be soaked away.

Joan stuffed the dried clothes into a waterproof leather bag and placed it within reach of the independent bathtub.

She stayed for a moment.

Being alone is the most tormenting. The quiet environment will force people to look directly into their hearts, and the worries of the past period of time will surge up uncontrollably.

"Hu~ Everything is fine, it's good to be back."

She had too many things to tell him, from beautiful frost flowers to rows of walls.

She had too many things to ask him, from the hardships of the journey to the unhealed scars.

But first, the battle banner belongs to Santonkaya. On the first night back home, more people need Ken Bouvier.

Joan retreated from the side door.

The sound of the banquet was rising and falling, and the aroma of food was floating in every corner. The fishing team that received the notice had just left the ice and was amazed at the bustling village.

All the things worth being happy about have been gathered...

It's time to laugh.

"Hey, you are here, Mrs. Tennyson was looking for you just now."

Mag passed by.

She rarely saw Joan smile, this clean and clear expression could comfort people in the cold wind of the North.

The two girls walked side by side to the place where the cheers rose.

In the distance, the snow in Sandon Kaya turned light gray, and the scenery of stars and clouds was quiet and charming. Arthur held a bottle of strong liquor corked with barn wood and lay on the luggage in a daze.

"Stars, beautiful."

He avoided the light of the campfire and enjoyed the purest night sky.

It was dark under the permafrost waterfall. During the long and boring learning process, the dwarf craftsman repeatedly talked about the moonlight of the old times, the sky was full of magnificent and dazzling wonders, and the powerful and huge monsters could block the stars.

"The more beautiful things are, the easier it is to break your heart when you destroy them."

Meng said coldly beside him.

Except for Langzi who was feasting in front of the campfire, no one else in Heila liked the hustle and bustle. The laughter of the villagers would make them silent, and the happiness they once had would tear the scabs in their hearts.

Arthur closed his eyes and said nothing.

Meng retracted his gaze and turned his attention back to his hand, a steel knife with a crystal bone handle, engraved with the bear seal of the Dongjiaoge tribe.

He looked at it carefully for a moment and put the thing into the sheath.

The sentinels on duty have returned. Who would have the heart to miss such a grand feast?

Moreover, the assembly of troops means that the defense is gathered to the most compact state. The village where Zhan Jing sits is not afraid of any challenge.

Meng left in disappointment.

He did not allow himself to feel the warmth. Every companion who died tragically in his memory was screaming, and the incomplete souls were urging him to take revenge.

There were construction sites all around Santon Kaya.

In the shadows in the distance, there were several dummies, and the rags were swaying in the wind, as if provoking the lone beast.

Whoosh——

Meng hooked the sharp fork next to him with his foot and accurately hit one of them.

When he saw this kind of straw target, he thought of the trained archers, and naturally thought of Kuima, who was trusted by Ken and could command a formation alone.

The Dongjiaoge tribe advocates independence.

Meng was instilled with a sense of competition since he was a child. The pride of a warrior would not harm his teammates, but he would force himself to work hard and surpass everyone around him.

"Only the strong deserve respect."

He felt hot in his chest again, and the snow rustled when he stepped on it. This place has deviated from the main road of the village and is on the edge of the forest.

Meng adjusted his breathing and listened carefully to any subtle sounds coming from the wind.

He found out something very important in the afternoon:

The Flying Wolf King that Ken rode was the leader of a clan. There were more than ten wolf cubs in his group. When the wolf riders were formed in Santonkaya, there was only one Flying Wolf left because of the shortage of soldiers.

It was raised in the wild, and patrolling sentinels occasionally found traces.

When Meng heard the news, he asked the other party for more details on the spot. He vowed to get this Flying Wolf before anyone else and turn it into his own mount.

The grass leaves were blown, and the snow was pressed into thin ice.

Meng's chest was heaving, his blood was boiling, but his thoughts and senses were surprisingly clear-the beast had come here.