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Chapter 88 0087 Dancer

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

Ken sat in the center of the cheers, next to him was still his most loyal follower, Quema.

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

The refugees came from various villages in Palotusbi.

The aborigines of Sandton Kaya fell into a strange sense of happiness. They absolutely welcomed this group of brothers and sisters, and they were also determined to maintain happiness and peace, but some people couldn’t help but think—this kind of unity that transcends beliefs, Is it because of the helplessness of being away from home, or the extraordinary personal charm of the leader?
Ken heard his name praised.

He drank less than half of the broth in the jar, and saw the [Pisvilon] people with the tradition of witchcraft dancing, drawing arcs with their high-throwing arms, scattering firefly powder while bringing a string of explosive fireflies flames.

The tribes of the residents have different inheritances and different beliefs. Although they couldn't understand the connotation of the spirit dance, they all maintained basic respect in front of Ken, sat up one after another, 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 see a mask made of an argali skull."

Ken ignored the sparse discussions beside his ears.

At this moment, he only felt that the walls were clean, and afterimages of the dancer's movements appeared, and some kind of distorted force locked himself in the air. No matter how deeply he took a deep breath, he couldn't dispel this strange sense of staring.

Click, click.

It was obviously a bone knocking action, but it became more and more clear to the ears, like a beast's hoof crushing ice, the clear and crisp sound was exciting.

[You have protected Akila's people and received the blessings of the old gods. The people of Bisviron have increased their favorability for you, the upper limit of magic power has increased, and their prestige has increased by 20. 】

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

【Score Collection: Akira of the Hunting Soul】

【Quality: C】

[Effect: The object of praise gets a permanent gain. Note that a devout priest only has two chances to dance in his life. 】

The long and eerie dance is over.

Several refugees slumped to the ground exhaustedly, every movement showed a deep sense of exhaustion, but everyone knelt upright piously, and prayed towards the highest place of the bonfire, as if thanking the old gods for listening to their words call.

Ken nodded distantly, out of respect, he couldn't do anything at this time.

The refugees responded to Zhan Jing's gaze, they were rescued, and they were grateful, even if this dance would affect their lives, everyone would show no mercy.

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 in unison. The singing and dancing disappeared, and the atmosphere was a bit strange.

[Your subjects are watching you, as a leader, it is best to say something. 】

Ken closed his eyes and sighed deeply.

"I'm sorry everyone, I shouldn't have spoiled the fun, but to be honest, the northern border is now in danger, and the team of the Ice Apostle should arrive soon, followed by the wave of undead."

He opened his eyes and revealed the tomahawk hidden under the black feather cloak.

"You know what that means. In the north, peace is as short as a frost flower. When it melts, people will freeze to death. So I beg you, sharpen your blades, don't take chances, and wait with me for the sunrise. ...to survive in this wasteland."

Zhan Jing stood up with heavy eyes, scanning everyone who looked at him.

　Exploded, edited the text in the taxi, copied and pasted and skipped the chapter directly, it has been revised and overwritten, book friends download it again.When I finish my work tomorrow, I can rest on the 13th and 14th. I will make an update at that time, sorry everyone...

　　
　
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