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Chapter 170 The spark of civilization is extinguished because of his preferences (4k)

The bright moonlight drifted through the clouds, casting a silver-white glow, shrouding the entire green valley in a cool atmosphere.

The wind blew, and the dry yellow-brown grass swayed gently, and the silver fluorescent light shone on the grass blades, like dancing stars hanging.

The sparse green and yellow vegetation stretches out, and the scenery becomes pale and hazy due to the moonlight. The vast patches of light are intertwined, like an endless ocean, outlining soft and flowing lines.

Arkan, the young chief of the Santan tribe, was wearing a thick fur coat and a felt hat, holding a rein in his hand, sitting high on his horse, slowly walking through the grass.

He stared into the distance, his eyes flashing with longing and longing for this land. After looking into the distance for a long time, he seemed to have thought of something, and he couldn't help but sigh deeply.

The sharp and flamboyant eyes in the past have faded away, replaced by a touch of heaviness and sorrow, deeply contained in Alkan's eyes, making his eyes even deeper, as if engraved with the fine lines of time and the ups and downs of life. .

He pressed his palm lightly on the horse's neck, as if trying to find some comfort.

“Even in the middle of winter, there is endless turf for livestock to chew on. It is indeed a good place.”

The old man who was following Alkan on horseback looked at the scenery in front of him and couldn't help but express a sincere sigh.

Alkan tightened his grip on the reins. The strength on his hands was a little too heavy, and there were faint marks on his knuckles.

"Do the Jingam people also long for land? I thought you only liked wandering." Arkan looked at the old man in surprise.

"No one can refuse to own a big piece of land." Wu Lunding rubbed his gray beard under his nose and replied with a laugh.

"Don't worry, no one knows divination better than me. Finding weaknesses can be done by just looking at the other person."

His brows were furrowed, his eyes showed deep melancholy, and his face was filled with regret, as if he was tracing back his previous mistakes and regrets.

"Goddess." Arkan said hello with a complicated expression after seeing Izril's face clearly.

To people of other ethnic groups, the Jingam people are synonymous with beggars, thieves, or human traffickers, but similarly, animal taming, divination, medicine, playing, and acrobatics are also the enduring and firm labels of the Jingam people.

"I'll leave it to you tomorrow." Arkan said solemnly, turning to Ulentin.

He just smiled and smiled, but found that the expression on Arkan's face became more serious, and he fell silent for a while. He asked tentatively: "Do you really believe that as long as you severely injure or kill Logos Braid? Can it bring prosperity to the clan?"

The most eye-catching thing is a gorgeous shawl wrapped around his shoulders. The shawl is decorated with shining gems and metal work, shining faintly in the moonlight.

The old man named Ulentin next to Arkan is an extremely standard Kingam man.

Ever since Alkan noticed the various strange behaviors of the goddesses in the clan, he has been looking for foreign aid that can replace some of the other's functions, and Uluntin was specially invited by him for this purpose.

His hair is thick and messy, hanging loosely on his shoulders, and his face looks slightly older. Time has carved deep wrinkles on his face, and his deep eyes are full of curiosity and exploration of things.

Suddenly, the sound of horses' hooves echoed like drums. In the distance, a girl was galloping on her horse. As the steady and powerful sound of hoofbeats became louder, the girl quickly walked in front of Alkan.

"Yesterday, three more people were buried by the wind and snow, and seven livestock fell in the stable. By the time I rushed over, both the people and the livestock had been hardened to stone.

After hearing these words, Urundin was about to remind the other party a few words, but when he thought that it seemed to be related to the royal family, he swallowed the words back and listened to Alkan's babble.

The Jinjamu are a nomadic people by nature. They are spread all over the world, and their origins are difficult to verify.

"It's not a question, it's a choice, and believe it or not, it's the only choice I have within my reach right now.

The old man wore a colorful robe, dark trousers and old leather boots.

There was a smile on Ulentin's lips, his expression was confident and exaggerated, and he expressed his determination for the future in a loud and magnetic voice.

"This is us who are close to the Green Valley. The tribesmen further away may have suffered greater losses. I can't wait any longer, and the tribe can hardly wait anymore. I must find a way to make up for the mistakes I have made..."

Izril first glanced at the fancy-dressed Urentin, then stared at Arkan seriously, and reprimanded in a stern tone:

"Do you know that you are pushing the Santan clan into the deep pit?! When can you really grow up?! Can you truly take on the responsibility of the young clan leader?! Instead of leading the clan with your own jealousy and strong will, You will do whatever you want in the future!”

Her voice was loud and clear, excitedly conveying her inner anger and dissatisfaction, and each word continued to stimulate Alkan, like a sharp sword piercing his heart.

Arkan's face gradually showed a trace of sullenness, and his eyes flashed with anger. This was not the first time he heard Izril's scolding, but tomorrow was the time of duel, and Izril did not want to encourage or help. It was just a matter of support, but he kept pouring cold water on me.

Thinking of this, his breathing began to quicken, his chest rose and fell violently as his anger spread, and the muscles between his joints tightened. He couldn't help but open his mouth and said angrily:

"What about you?! By secretly meeting Logos and professing your innocence, are you helping the tribe?! Izril! Don't think that I don't know what you have been doing in the past few days!"

Izrael's eyebrows knitted together and her eyes looked at Alkan in disbelief. There was confusion and confusion in her eyes, as if she was confused by Alkan's sudden questioning.

Her body trembled slightly, she jerked the reins, turned around and rode away from here.

Seeing this, Alkan stretched out his hand to try to hold him back, but in the end his throat rolled and he pulled his hand back, slowly clenching it into a fist.

"From my perspective, based on the reaction of the goddess just now, it should not be what the young patriarch thought. You should have misunderstood her." Ulentin looked at Arkan, whose expression was constantly changing, and comforted.

"Already, it doesn't matter."

Alkan looked up at the sky, the ups and downs of the past rolling in his heart, and after a long time he slowly replied.

As time goes by, the shadows of the night gradually dissipate, and the night sky gradually turns from deep black to dark blue, like a clear lake, which perfectly reflects the clouds welcoming the dawn.

A faint ray of light appeared on the horizon, and the dawn sunlight gradually soaked in, quickly spreading and covering the entire sky.

As the sun rises, the sky becomes brighter, and the clouds are light and smooth, floating gently in the breeze, showing soft pink or purple from time to time, adding a touch of softness and peace to the sky.

Rogers braved the morning light and rode a carriage towards his barony early in the morning. It was almost noon when he entered the green valley. After a hasty meal, he stood in front of a villa again, listening attentively to the teachings from Earl Breed and several uncles.

These uncles were all lords of the Eastern Territory. In addition to being Luo Gesi's uncles in name, they could also be considered related to Luo Gesi by tracing their bloodline back several generations.

After all, due to the tradition of marriage between nobles for generations, the nobles of the Eastern Region can find connections in past history whenever they look through their genealogies.

"There is no need to hold anything back. Let that barbarian see the gap between barbarism and civilization, and then send him back to dust."

"Be appropriately careful. If the other party cheats, you can stop it directly. We don't need to leave any dignity to the barbarians."

"That Arkan is too weird. No matter how ignorant he is, he should know the reputation of Saint Helta. He should be more careful with such weird courage."

"..."

Logos kept nodding like a chicken pecking at rice, and then Earl Breed patted him on the shoulder, and then the instructions around him gradually died down.

"Be careful." Earl Breed stared at his son and warned him seriously.

"Keep it in mind." Rogers nodded solemnly, then turned and walked towards the makeshift arena far in front of the villa.

[Uluntin has activated fuzzy perception on you. Because the perception range of the opponent's skills is very large and extremely inaccurate, the ignorance special passive cannot be triggered. 】

"Fuzzy perception...Jingam people?" Luo Gesi looked at the prompt box that suddenly popped up in front of him, and remembered that this skill seemed to be the national talent of the Kingam people.

As the prompt box said, he didn't care much about this level of superficial prying. After he boarded the wide stone ring and put his cane on the ground, he quietly waited for Alkan's arrival and did nothing more. Any action.

In the distance, Alkan led many tribesmen and looked solemnly at Rogoth who was on the opposite side of the ring. There was more or less resentment on their faces.

Ulentin's eyes were widened, revealing deep shock and disbelief, as if he had lost focus for an instant.

His brows were furrowed, the wrinkles on his forehead became deeper, and his mouth was slightly open, as if he wanted to say something but couldn't speak, showing his inner panic and surprise.

His face also became much paler, as if he had lost all his color, and there were still beads of sweat on his forehead that kept flowing down.

When Ulentin came back to his senses, his eyes were still flashing with shock and confusion, and his sluggish look had not dissipated. His throat made a low vibrato, with a hint of trembling and choking, the same as Alkan beside him. Slowly said:

"Young Patriarch, I think the goddess may be right..."

When Arkan heard this, his face showed strong dissatisfaction, and he asked impatiently: "What exactly do you want to say?"

He wanted to open his mouth to retaliate directly, but seeing that Wu Lunding's abnormal expression did not seem to be fake, he still suppressed the rising emotions and spoke out.

“I have seen the boundless earth wither and flourish according to his will, and I have seen the sparks of civilization flicker and extinguish according to his preference.

"Young Patriarch, the goddess is right. The existence opposite us is not something we can touch and measure at will."

Ulentin showed deep worries and worries. He advised Alkan hoarsely but firmly: "It's not too late now, you still have a chance to make amends."

The corners of Arkan's mouth raised reluctantly, as if he was trying to hold back something. There was displeasure in his eyes, as if he was accusing this sudden absurdity and nonsense.

"You mean that I'd better run to him and kneel before him, and then offer everything I have and beg for his forgiveness, right?"

He suppressed his anger and asked Ulentin in a subtle tone.

"This is the only thing you can do at the moment, just like you said last night." Ulentin pondered for a moment, then nodded vigorously, agreeing and admonishing sincerely.

"In charge of the prosperity of the earth and the brightness and destruction of civilization, is he now a god?" Alkan took a deep breath and tried his best to calmly continue to ask.

"No... It seems that he is not yet at the middle level of Silver." Wu Lunding was silent for a moment before opening his mouth to reply.

"Hahahaha! A Silver Beginner! Then do you know what you were talking about just now?! I called you here just to understand what his weaknesses are!"

Arkan seemed to suddenly understand why the Kingam people always had such a bad reputation. He looked at Rogos standing on the stage and said in an increasingly impatient tone.

"The world, only the survival of the world can make..." Ulentin was silent for a moment again before slowly telling what he saw.

However, after Alkan had listened halfway, he stopped paying attention to the old man's crazy words and quickly stepped onto the ring.

When the clear face of his former enemy came into Arkan's eyes again, he could not help but show a strong look of hatred, and his eyes were filled with hatred and cruelty.

His tragedy, and the tragedy of his people, all come from the hypocritical and pretentious aristocratic young master in front of him.

On the green valley, hundreds of riders in the clan were impaled and hung. Luo Gesi was joking and his performance was knocked off him. Then, after the other party forced the clan to hand over five hundred bronze-level compatriots, his father's face became so angry that The red images gradually passed through his mind one by one.

"Logos Braid, everyone is trying to stop me, everyone thinks I can't complete my revenge, everyone thinks I can't succeed when facing you.

"But the following facts will eventually tell them! They are all wrong! Power is everything! Power is the truth! I will use all my strength to tell them what the facts are!"

Arkan's face was twisted and ferocious, his eyes burning with anger, reflecting the anxiety and anger on his face. He opened his mouth and let out a harsh and hoarse cry, shaking the air around him.

"Ah...I know, but why are you shouting so loudly? There's nothing wrong with my ears."

Rogers glanced up and down at Arkan with strange eyes. He didn't quite understand the reason why the other party looked so excited, and he didn't bother to think about it deeply.

Arkan felt the indifferent tone of Rogers and the strange gaze he cast. His jaw trembled slightly, and his face became more distorted and gloomy.

Molten rage burst out from his heart, and dark lines snaked around his body, turning into complex and mysterious tattoos. His hands were clenched into fists, ready to smash all the accumulated shame on him. On the face of the boy opposite.

(End of this chapter)