Ken and Kuima walked through the fire and heat.

They leaned against the wall and looked into the wooden house opposite. The sound of fighting was coming from inside.

Kuima wanted to rush in, but Ken reached out to stop him and scolded him coldly: "You are too reckless."

Although Kuima was anxious, he still obeyed.

The wooden window was opened.

One [Hunter] rolled and fell to the ground, and the other [Tribal Warrior] used a long-handled knife to block the way out, covering his companions' retreat.

The cracks in the wall continued to be opened.

The two apostles of lacquered ice held hammers and battle axes in their hands, walking out of the ruins like fierce gods.

Kuima wanted to step forward again, and subconsciously glanced at Ken, finding that his eyes were shimmering and his expression was particularly focused.

[Hostile: Paint Ice Apostle]

[Grade: D]

【Human beings driven by violence and primitive impulses pursue death and war.】

Ken did not chase after him, but still stared at the wooden house. He stretched out his hand and whispered without looking back: "Give me the rhinoceros horn axe."

He took it, weighed it, and raised it high above his head.

Kuima took two steps back and watched the two-handed ax being thrown towards the dark gap with a roar.

A glimmer of light passed through the hunting fire.

Kuima's neck felt numb and he heard the sound of something cracking. Without thinking much, he quickly followed Ken into the wooden house.

As his eyes gradually adapted to the darkness, he saw a strong man leaning against the wall with his head struck.

[Kill: enemy 5/15]

Finally, the Ice Apostle seemed to be planning to walk out of the room, with blood and white liquid dripping all over his face in the orange firelight, and unwillingness and astonishment overflowing from his eyes.

Kuima's throat was throbbing and he stared at the corpse in a daze.

The ax was pulled out and returned to his hand.

Snapped!

A light slap hit him on the face, and burning pain and anger surged into his heart.

Ken's eyes were calm and a little cold, and just a slight frown defeated this [Tribal Spearman]'s courage to retort.

"Don't be confused. If you can't hold it steady, go back to the cave."

"Feel sorry."

Kuima lowered his head and took off the [Chain Arm Guards] and [Iron Plate Armor] from the corpse, as well as a few other useful things.

Ken leads the way.

He looked at the back in front of him, feeling envious at first and then quickly becoming calm.

[Attitude: Respect]

【Follower Loyalty Improvement】

Ken half-turned his face and didn't notice anything strange. He just felt that Kuima had become more obedient and his words and deeds were not so impetuous.

They chased them to the center of the village, their footsteps leaving mud marks on the soot-covered streets.

The blood and knife marks almost pointed out a cruel and violent path.

The wooden beam collapsed, and the battlefield was ahead.

Ken opened his gray vision from a distance and could see that the village hunter was seriously injured and was starting to lag behind in this fight.

Near them, two Qi Bing Apostles slowly moved forward.

The health bars of all four of them were over half, and it was obvious that this fierce battle was coming to an end.

At this time, even Ken was holding a steel sword, but as soon as his front foot stepped on the rubble, Kuima behind him was pushed into the shadow again.

Kuima's ribs hurt and she couldn't understand why she had to hide again!

Ken's fingers exerted force, and he expanded his gray vision as he charged, almost at the edge of the limit. The red light radiating from him made him feel dangerous.

Ouch——

He first saw a gray-black beast, and then heard a roar echoing from the edge of the ruins.

Ken felt that Kuima also heard the sound. The tribal spearman trembled, and the ax vibrated and hit the stone, making a series of crisp sounds like teeth chattering.

The four people in the center of the battlefield were all retreating quickly.

"Ah, Winter Mother Protector..."

Orion raised his arms with a horrified expression.

The red stream of light quickly approached, then revealed two rows of silver, and then dark red blood splashed into the air.

The remaining tribal warrior suddenly paused.

The liquid splashed on his face, and the remains of his companion were dragged away.

The werewolf seemed to be just passing by casually, crushing the bug blocking the road, and not even interested in looking back.

The two Qi Bing apostles also looked horrified. After regaining their senses, they approached again step by step with weapons in hand.

The tribal warrior was completely desperate. He had lost his will to fight and sat down paralyzed, raising his long knife that was tightened by tree tendons.

With a slight swing of the sharp ax, the long knife flew away.

The war hammer followed him and swung it in a semicircle, preparing to give him a fatal blow.

The tribal warrior closed his eyes tightly, all his hairs were beating, but his weapon never fell.

He raised his head, and there was a young spearman standing in front of him. He was swinging a rhino-horn ax from bottom to top. His back view was very brave!

Gala!

Kuima's wrist cracked, and the huge impact was not easy to alleviate.

From the gap between the two competing for strength, another Qi Bing Apostle also forced his way in. He roared angrily and raised his battle ax again.

He raised his hands above his head, intending to chop the person in front of him into pieces with a vertical chop!

"Run quickly, get out of here."

The tribal warrior got up in embarrassment, but Kuima was still focused on the wrestling and was unmoved by the attacks next to him.

That's too late!

He wanted to use his body to block it, but found that someone was faster than him.

At that moment, he saw how gracefully the steel sword drew out the silver arc, and how elegantly it slashed into the opponent's neck!

Apostle Qi Bing was hit with several swords, and the last blow even penetrated his heart.

Sure enough, after the corpse fell, a knight-like southern face was revealed, with an expression so calm that it was easy for people to ignore the other person's youth.

"You...you are the one..."

The tribal warrior was a bit speechless. The words came to his lips and he couldn't say his name.

"Sorry, Mr. Ken, I'm still not decisive enough."

Yes, this is it, he thought to himself.

Within a few breaths of his mental activity, Ken had already cooperated with Kuima to kill the remaining Ice Apostle.

[Mission: Thornton Kaya in the Firelight]

[Progress: Survival 7/8]

[Kill: Enemy 7/15]

He reached out and pinched Kuima's wrist. Although his face was still expressionless, he nodded slightly to express his approval.

When I moved it away again, the dislocated and deformed bones had been reset.

"My dear Winter Mother, you are actually a shaman." The tribal warrior was shocked, but Ken turned around and walked away without comment, making him suspect that he had said the wrong thing.

"I, what I mean is that you are too powerful to be the kind of person with surging magic power."

Ken still didn't answer.

The [Werewolf] just now gave him a great shock.

This is not a green snake in the process of shedding its skin. Not only is its level as high as [B], but it also fights quickly, leaving no room for maneuver.

In other words, even if you squeeze out all the experience points, there is no chance of winning!

"Who are you, Kuima? Oh my god, we all thought you were in trouble. Look, you have grown a lot! Your uncle must be very proud."

The tribal warrior changed the topic. In the night with the flames blazing into the sky, this encounter seemed so sad.

They exchanged a few words and quickly analyzed the current situation.
To be continued...