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Chapter 10 0010: Firelight

In front of Ken is the growth path of Quema.

If it is not a follower, ordinary troops can also be upgraded, right?
"Although they haven't been recruited yet."

He focused on the open space, spread his awareness, stretched, stretched, stretched...

Can't even feel the boundaries.

Ken suddenly had a ridiculous idea:

If there are all teams recruited by oneself, how many people will there be, and what kind of huge force will it be?
Thinking about it carefully, [task] seems to be pushing myself in a certain direction.

What does it want me to do?
Ken smelled something of fate.

He planned to return to reality, and his consciousness rose, but suddenly stopped before he was about to wake up.

Some kind of inspiration is reminding myself.

Kuima's phantom shimmered, then quickly dimmed, and the cycle repeated.

Ken checked again and found what he had missed.

[Skill: Winter Mother Sacrifice]

[Description: Carrying the mighty power of the old gods with flesh and blood. 】

The Santon Kaya tribe serves the Winter Mother, which is a talent derived from their blood lineage.

Ken judged just by observing: Quema is not yet mature enough, the color of the skill is dim, and it is obvious that he does not have enough strength or belief to activate it.

Ok?what!
The green firefly that was originally entrenched in the center of the spirit began to stir.

And in this silent fantasy space, a roar suddenly sounded.

The north wind is blowing through his head!

Listen carefully, it sounds like a clear and distant call sign...

With loneliness, with sadness.

In a trance, the field of vision was covered with mottled snow-white, the strong wind was blowing so hard that the eyes could not be opened, and a magnificent ice sculpture was vaguely seen turning around.

"Who's there!"

Ken tried desperately to express.

This belief dispelled the vision.

The spirit was stable again, but the strength ushered in a wave of rising tide.

[Qualification: 2.2 Wisdom: 2.1]

The experience points are not consumed, but various attributes have soared, especially the growth of [Physique] and [Willpower] is particularly obvious.

What was even more surprising was that there was an extra item under the entry!
[Skill: Winter Mother Sacrifice]

[Level: LV1]

It turns out that the remark mentioned that you can learn things from followers, not limited to talking, but you can directly master a certain skill of the other party.

"This feedback is too generous!"

Ken muttered a few words, lifted the immersion state, and felt like he had passed through an ancient mine, and his eyes suddenly opened up.

The frost exhaled from the mouth dissipated.

The coldness in the night wind no longer hurts people.

Is it because of the improvement of physical fitness, or the acquisition of "winter" related skills?It could be a combination of both.

"Mr. Ken, you..."

Kuima looked agitated, and then suddenly realized, covering her mouth and looking around, these secrets are not suitable for public discussion.

Naturally, he also sensed that connection.

Surging power was surging out of his body, but he could only keep clenching his fists and twisting his joints to realize it repeatedly.

The giant was still quiet.

John glanced back into the cargo box, thinking that the young man couldn't stand the rush and had a stiff neck.

Ken raised his hand and pressed down, signaling the other party to calm down.

He used experience points to increase Kuima's [Qualification] to 1.5, in order to thank the other party for bringing him new skills and additional attributes.

The higher the data, the greater the demand.

It's not worth it to raise it any further...

He looked into the distance, and the outline of the top of the snow peak had already appeared, and the birds and giant eagles above the tundra uttered loud and distant cries.

It was almost dawn, and my thoughts began to diverge.

Experience points are your trump cards and life-saving measures, so you have to keep some stocks in case of emergencies.

In addition to being excited just now, he also thought about recruiting Han Qi brothers.

In this way, not to mention half of the recruitment progress, if you learn some skills, it will be more cost-effective than any adventure.

But he closed his eyes, slowed his breathing, and gave up the idea after a little calm.

Quema saved it with her own hands.

Moreover, the village of Santon Kaya is here, and it belongs to the people who know the roots and have built trust.

Han Qi brothers are purely business relationship.

Right now, I don't have enough confidence, so be cautious in everything, and don't recruit people with unknown backgrounds at will.

If the trump card is exposed prematurely without a reasonable explanation, if it attracts the attention of other ancient forces, it is likely to be nipped in the bud.

As the old saying goes in the wasteland, among the three greatest threats, the last one is called...

Human heart.

Ken got used to the coldness, the cold wind caressed his skin, and the soft and regular blowing soothed every inch of his muscles.

After a short pause, he fell asleep.

……

I do not know how long it has been.

The eyelids swayed out of the gap with the cargo box, and the morning light fell into the sight.

There was a sound of bone explosion from the back, the oppressed lungs were stretched, and the sound of breathing became heavier.

Ken was struggling to get out of his sleep.

He felt that the curled up places such as the back and the legs were still slightly damp, while the other parts of the tattered old jacket had been blown dry by the wind.

"Hiss, what's the smell?"

He raised his hand to pinch the bridge of his nose, but just as he touched the lower part of his eyebrows, he opened his eyes immediately.

Ken sniffed again.

Bloody, burnt smell of plant ash, and weird and disgusting smell of meat.

"stand up!"

He woke up Quema, lifted the snow cloth, and stood up straight in the cargo box.

Qi was startled, rubbed his sleepy eyes, and raised his round gray head.

"Oh, what are you arguing about, you..."

John covered his eyes with bark, and was lying on his back on the saddle to take a nap, but the Short Roaring Beast would run along the main road by itself, so there was no need to worry.

He steadied himself from falling.

Just as he was about to yell, something suddenly stuck to his face.

He held it in his hand, a linen lining, stained with blood, blackened around the edges.

Everyone raised their eyes unconsciously, the morning light never dissipated, thick smoke billowed in the sky, and the firelight passing through the wilderness could be seen in the distance.

The ashes are like weeds, like dandelions, like countless ghosts circling and howling.

Wanton, floating.

"There's... uh."

John held the rein in his hand and judged the direction slightly.

When he realized where the center of the flames and tragedy was, the vicious-mouthed guy didn't speak.

"Thornton Kaya... oh no, no no no..."

Quima squinted her eyes and murmured out of breath.

He grew up here and knows which way leads to home.

"Mother Dong is here, hurry up, go back to the village!"

John dropped the bark and reined in silently.

The swing of the hooves of the Short Roaring Beast slowed down, and it stopped slowly.

"What are you doing? Go back, can't you see..." Kuima looked agitated, his fingers trembling as he pressed the edge of the car. "Damn it!"

Ken raised his hand across his chest, but firmly stopped him.

John turned his head, glanced at the tribal spearman next to him and said, "Frizzled, jump out of the car if you want to die."

He and Ken looked at each other, and there was only peace on the other's face, the kind of peace hidden under the ice cover in the middle of the lake.

"As you can see, the road ahead is not easy."

[The fire is burning the corpses and buildings, listen carefully, unfortunately, there is no crying. 】

John jumped to the ground and walked into the forest to observe. There were three sets of scratch marks on the broken sawdust. This kind of mark indicated that the other party was most likely a gangster and a werewolf.

Ken kept silent, rolled over and got out of the car, then looked up into the distance.

The curtain of embers still drifts slowly,
[The power of the two sides is very different. If you intervene, you will lose your life at any time. 】

Quima followed Ken down.

He was in a daze, and he didn't have any other ideas except to go back and seek death for revenge.

The Hankey brothers leaned against the rear of the car.

All eyes were on Ken as he walked up to them.

[Return, or leave, the truck goes south to the camp, where there are countless opportunities and new beginnings. 】

Ken bent down silently, searching for something among the goods.

rub!
The brand-new [Tan Wen Steel Sword] erupted with a cold light, and there was still no voice in the snow.

Kuima calmed down and took a [Rhinoceros Horn Axe] steadily, seeing killing intent flashing across Ken's calm and calm face.

"The deer is yours too."

He touched the woodland, stopped suddenly, turned his head and said to Brother Hanqi:

"If nothing happens tomorrow, that wild boar will be yours too."

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