Ken looked back into the cave.

Qiong closed her eyes, shook her head and hummed a winter song. Those words were so beautiful in the Uma language context.

[Music Score Collection: The Poems of Santon Kaya]

[Quality: C]

[Effect: Pleasant, calming, singing can reduce residents’ hostility. 】

"The igloos are lined up, and every chimney spits out ash. The whole frame of berries and frozen pears is placed next to the grid. There are those sand lines and ridges, and there are many fish hanging under the eaves."

Qiong's eyes did not open, her eyebrows were flying, and she had a happy look on her face.

"At the end of every season, caravans would pass by for a rest. We entertained them, exchanged spices and furs, heard all kinds of strange stories, received wine rewards, and ate cakes from southern Xinjiang."

Phew~

She breathed out the frost flowers, and Ken seemed to be able to see it in the haze: at sunset and during the hunting season, war banners would lead the brave men of the tribe in triumph.

The children gathered around in surprise and joy.

The elder leaned over to pick her up and put her on top of the frost bear. The mane was very long, but when you stretched it into the neck, you would feel the warm and soft velvet...

All the scenery and laughter dispersed.

The childish face overlaps with the young and timid girl in front of her.

Ken thought for a long time, then showed a warm smile, stood up, walked over to Joan, squatted down, and tapped the little head.

"I believe it is more beautiful than I imagined."

Qiong blinked and didn't know what to answer. She could only say hesitantly: "I, I don't want to leave here."

"Then we won't leave!"

Ken grabbed her wrist, which was too thin, like holding a straw and would break if he applied any force.

Qiong felt like she was being dragged to her feet, walked out of the cave, and walked into the sunshine. The cool wind made her steps feel hollow.

Walk past the collapsed sentry post.

Walking through the bloody and muddy square.

Walking past rows of collapsed and burned houses.

Qiong stepped on a broken knife and felt strange chills all over her body, but as long as she looked at the back in front of her, she felt much better.

"Ken, Mr. Ken, where are you taking me?"

"Go to the altar and see Hamsin off."

Loneliness filled Qiong's eyes again.

Soon, she heard Ken's voice: "I will try my best to achieve my goal until the last moment of my life. Before, I just wanted to live, but now, I think this goal will be more interesting."

He saw Ken turn his head, his amber pupils were as calm as ice, but so clear and so determined.

"I'm going to try and restore the Santon Kaya in my imagination."

Qiong froze on the spot.

A hymn comes to mind:

Frost flowers fell on the ground, and the ice crystals that were supposed to melt were picked up and scattered into the sky, turning into heavy snow that has not melted for years.

"arrive."

When she came back to her senses, the flames were burning at their strongest.

There were people standing in front of me, but it seemed so lonely for this mud-brick open space where the "Thousands of People Welcoming the Spring Festival" had been held.

Brother Hanqi looked over from the cargo box.

Kuima was holding a battle ax, and behind him, tribal warriors and hunters were scattered among the villagers.

The flames were blown sideways, and the dusty and disheveled crowd became extremely quiet at this moment.

Ken walked to the altar alone.

[Mission: Thornton Kaya in the Firelight]

[Progress: Completed]

It turns out that task rewards are not all settled on the spot, nor are the contents determined when they are promulgated. Corresponding rewards will be given based on the actual situation.

Ken adjusted his breathing, and while stepping forward, he slowly unsheathed the steel sword.

Textured steel has a light gray mark. Lords and kings would often take a sword made of this material to increase their majesty on highly ceremonial occasions.

sieve!

The blade is beveled and clean.

Ken slowly stood up and raised it above his head, everyone's eyes focused on it.

The snowflake began to appear in his palm.

At the same time, all the pumice stones above the altar began to stir, and the moss and green plants were shaken off, revealing the original colors with clear carvings.

The snowflakes began to bloom, and the familiar and sacred wind blew around.

The people of the Santon Kaya tribe had already felt that connection. They knelt down on one knee with sincerity and looked at the man with sincere and excited eyes.

Ken felt the heat and strength fighting for his sword.

As the confrontation gradually became more intense, his right arm began to extend outward with black lines of varying thickness, centered on the snowflake.

They are vivid, overlapping, intertwining and extending, slowly outlining half of the forearm.

boom!

The smallest pumice stone exploded, and exclamations came from behind. No one had ever seen such a phenomenon, so they could only continue to stare.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The stones that had been suspended above the altar for more than a hundred years had their magic power completely exhausted and exploded into powder one by one.

The spaces between Ken's fingers continued to flicker, and power slowly spread to every part of his body. The blue light rose into the sky, but it did not last long. It simply penetrated into the clouds and was never seen again.

If you let him describe it himself.

The remaining power of [Winter Mother] in this place should be completely driven away.

The crowd's shouts reached a climax, but they didn't understand the meaning. They only knew that Ken activated the altar alone and created the Breath of the Winter Mother.

"Look, his arms!"

I don't know who shouted.

His lost eyes found focus again, and saw that the brilliance had dissipated, and the ice flower disappeared, but the black tattoo wrapped around it was extremely clear.

【Reputation 70】

That's the signature of Santon Kaya!

A symbol passed down from our ancestors and engraved on Zhan Jing from generation to generation!

Kuima's eyes widened.

"But, he's not even from Palotus!"

Some people raised doubts, not questioning, just expressing shock.

[Evidence of War Jing]

[The highest authority of the tribe is only given to those who can shoulder enough respect and responsibility. 】

Ken's breathing was a little rapid.

He frowned and looked at the lines entwined in the palm of his hand. The wind became softer and he could hear the sound of melting snow. This was recognition from this land.

[Qualification: 3.0 Wisdom 2.7]

That surging power was completely converted into attributes.

But he also discovered that the skill of [Winter Mother Sacrifice] disappeared, but the ice flower in his body was still there. If it was quiet enough, he could feel the ripple-like magic slowly reverberating inside.

This also means that he has crossed the threshold of magic and has the foundation to learn various secret techniques!

[Character: Ken Bouvier]

[Identity: Zhan Jing]

[Grade: C]

In a sense, Zhan Jing is the leader of the tribe, responsible for all his subjects, but not restricted by faith.

【Sandun Kaya Tribe (occupied)】

[Prosperity level: E]

【Number of residents: 11】

[Number of troops: 8]

Ken abandoned distracting thoughts and focused on his carvings, imagining converging power on the blade.

He took a deep breath, and in front of everyone, a blue flame without temperature exploded, wrapping around both ends of the sword blade.

At that moment, even the bonfire rising into the sky had to give way slightly.

The discussion in the crowd disappeared.
Chapter completed!