Chapter 87 Dancer

The blazing bonfire swayed freely, and the warm light illuminated the singing residents around.

Ken sat in the center of the cheers, and beside him was still his most loyal follower, Kuima.

From wolf cavalry to winter horse archers, the soldiers gathered here felt the burden on their shoulders. The land of Santonkaya was closely connected with it, and the sense of belonging and responsibility unique to their homeland overflowed from their chests.

The refugees came from various villages in Palo Tusbi.

The indigenous people of Santonkaya fell into a strange sense of happiness. They absolutely welcomed these brothers and sisters, and were determined to maintain happiness and peace, but some people couldn't help but wonder-this kind of unity that transcends faith is due to the helplessness of leaving their hometown, or the extraordinary personal charm of the leader?

Ken heard someone praising his name.

He drank less than half of the broth in the pot and saw the [Bisiweilun] people with the witch ritual tradition dancing, throwing their arms high in an arc, and bringing up a string of blazing flames while scattering firefly powder.

The residents had different tribal heritages and beliefs. Although they could not understand the connotation of the prayer dance, they all maintained basic respect in front of Ken, sat up and watched solemnly.

"Hiss, this tune makes my back numb, it's weird. They believe in an unknown old god named Akira, who is a ghost in the smoke."

"Ghost? I only saw a mask made of an argali skull."

Ken ignored the sparse discussions around him.

At this time, he only felt that the walls were quiet, and the dancers' movements had residual images. Some twisted power locked him in the air. No matter how deep he breathed, he could not dispel this strange feeling of being watched.

Click, click.

It was obviously the action of bones knocking, but it became clearer and clearer in his ears, like an animal hoof crushing ice, and the crisp sound was heart-stirring.

[You have protected Akira's people and obtained the blessing of the old gods. The Biswellen people's favorability towards you has increased, the magic limit has increased, and the reputation has increased by 20. ]

Ken suddenly woke up, and all the strangeness disappeared. He only vaguely remembered looking into a pair of germanium-colored pupils.

[Music Collection: Akira the Soul Hunter]

[Quality: C]

[Effect: The object of praise gains permanent benefits. Note that the devout worshiper has only two opportunities to dance in his life. ]

The long and strange dance ended.

Several refugees collapsed on the ground tiredly, and each movement showed a deep sense of fatigue, but everyone knelt straight and prayed towards the highest part of the campfire, as if to thank the old gods for listening to their calls.

Ken nodded from a distance. Out of respect, he could not do anything at this time.

The refugees responded to Zhan Jing's gaze. They were rescued and grateful. Even if this dance would affect their lives, everyone had no pity.

In a sense, Ken's actions have completely convinced the refugees of this tribe.

The bonfire was still burning. Under the starry sky, everyone was enjoying freedom and hope. Everyone looked at the young man in black armor. Singing and dancing disappeared. The atmosphere was a bit strange.

[Your subjects are watching you. As a leader, you'd better say something. ]

Ken closed his eyes and sighed deeply.

"I'm sorry, everyone. I shouldn't spoil the fun, but to be honest, the North is now in danger. The team of the Ice Apostle should be arriving soon, and the undead tide will follow closely."

He opened his eyes and showed the battle axe hidden under the black feather cloak.

"You know what that means. In the North, peace is as short-lived as frost flowers. After melting, it will freeze people to death. So I beg you to sharpen your blades, don't hold on to luck, and look forward to the sunrise with me, and survive in this wasteland for a long time...."

Zhan Jing stood up with a heavy look and swept over everyone who was looking at him.