Where does he come from?

The male soldier frowned and trembled.

Everyone around the altar shut up and stared at the young man nervously.

Ken thought he didn't need to say more, because the blood and fear in the air had already made it clear enough.

[You broke into a funeral in Kee Village, and the villagers looked at you in fear.]

Even so, before the last step, the soldiers still blocked him with a battle formation full of flaws.

"Who do you believe in?"

Ken asked coldly, his calm tone followed by a steady pace.

The war spear moved away as it approached his throat. No one had the courage to take action because the team behind him all walked into the fire. They were all warriors riding wolves. The weapons were in their hands, and there was only one order left.

.

Ken stood in front of the altar and clicked his tongue.

The male warrior seemed to be aware of his dissatisfaction, and said almost subconsciously: "We serve the Winter Mother and ask the old gods for abundance."

Ken looked back at him.

The gaze was very steady, with a hint of approval and the pressure of being in a high position.

After he got the answer he wanted, he opened his winter coat and raised the war banner on his right arm high. Amidst the rising blue flames, the onlookers retreated from the platform one after another.

Various exclamations.

The elderly, children, women and children, soldiers, civilians...

The altar was ignited by blue light under the gaze of everyone, and the flames formed a snowflake with clear crystal petals.

The pumice became transparent and bright. It continued to rotate with Ken as the center, and the great force it channeled was like a dam bursting, flooding over, and drowning everyone present.

But the crowd did not suffocate, but felt comfortable.

Mother Winter's hands soothed the uneasiness in their hearts, the howling storm in the night was tamed, and the snowflakes in the sky were glowing with gentle light, like falling stars.

【Reputation 80】

[Village·Keer: Friendly Attitude]

Ken's five fingers clenched into a fist.

The brilliance shattered, the altar stopped rotating, the cold wind poured in again, and snowflakes slowly fell on everyone's heads, while the bonfire lit at the funeral was still burning, illuminating the expressions of everyone present.

"Winter Mother is here."

An old man spoke, and then led the two priests to kneel down.

[The village chief who has difficulty convincing the public]

[Attitude: awe]

Ken saw a crowd of people kneeling in front of him. Most of them were frightened and had no idea what they were doing or why they were doing it.

The repeated ravages of war and faith have made people numb.

Survival instinct drives their behavior.

Herd mentality plays a huge role in this moment.

"Everyone stand up, count the number of survivors, and all those who can take up arms must assemble here."

Ken began to give instructions in a deep voice.

His orders came so directly, without any subtlety, and they were powerful in the hearts of the people.

"But……"

A question.

Everyone stopped moving again.

Still the skinny village chief, he said: "You must at least tell us how to communicate with the Winter Mother. As northerners, we also want to hear the voice of the old gods. This is Ke'e, and

Not Thornton Kaya, we need to talk."

The male warrior tightened his grip on the spear, gritted his teeth and closed his eyes.

At this moment, he felt the shame he had never felt before. It was like this every time. When someone made a decision, there would always be voices of doubt or opposition.

He raised his head and stared at the young man, shouting in his heart.

Don't compromise, don't hesitate, be strong!

Ken turned around, his condescending shadow overwhelmed him, and he asked coldly to the ground: "Is the power just now the old god you serve?"

The village chief's mouth and tongue were numb.

"yes……"

He wanted to change the topic, wanted to refute, and wanted to get the respect he deserved from the visitor.

Ken took half a step forward.

The metal handle of the steel sword flashed a ray of cold light.

The village chief pretended to cough and ran down from the altar.

"That's it for praying and grieving." Ken turned to face everyone. "There are still enemies outside. We don't have any time to waste. We need to identify the people clearly, grab the weapons, and I will lead you to survive. It's that simple."

Ken's voice shook the stone tile floor.

The feeling of a male warrior is unmistakable. This is the strong tone he expects and the unparalleled courage he wants to have.

"Shelter, fire, and hot water."

He muttered under his breath, took a deep breath, and then walked towards the opponent's team.

Kuima opened the carriage, and the chanter was a little miserable from the cold, his eyes were wandering and trembling.

The team made repairs and found several shelters with complete roofs, and then each made a fire to set up fires. The team was very disciplined and orderly, which surprised the team in Kee Village.

"food."

Hearing these words, the male soldier lowered his head.

"Follow me," Kuima smiled and patted the other party's shoulder. "You misunderstood."

Then they took out two marinated venisons from the carriage.

"What does it mean?"

"Food, for everyone."

Someone spread the news, and the hungry and cold villagers smiled.

Ken looked around. He was surrounded by the remaining combat power of Kee Village. There was not much conversation. He counted the number of survivors and rearranged his weapons.

This kind of thing is done every day, but tonight it became extra orderly.

[Tribal Warrior X7, Militia X5, Archer X6 join your team.]

"Quima!"

he shouted.

The man carrying the [Silk-Binding Longbow] came running in response.

"I leave these shooters to you. Find a high slope before dawn and make some traps that can be used."

Ken looked at Ke'e's team, which had just suffered a heavy setback. Although the number of combatants was twice that of Santon Kaya, they were slightly lacking in basic quality and combat experience.

They lacked a leader, and every time they faced the enemy, they had to escape death.

The two teams officially merged.

The wolves were lying around the campfire. The breath of the beasts could deflect the flames, and the weapons of the Ice Apostles and the Marauders were much better than the standard equipment of the village.

Wolf rider, swordsman, quietly close your eyes and rest your mind.

Exudes the aura that a veteran should have.

Ke'e's team was mixed in, like a few chickens mixed into the "Rum Bird", so weak that it was conspicuously weak.

Ken checked into villages along the way, and villagers murmured thanks to him for the food.

[Location: Kee Village]

[Prosperity level: D]

【Number of residents: 32】

[Number of troops: 28]

He accompanied the sentry to climb up to the highest watchtower, overlooking the entire village from a high position. All he could see were the dark outlines of ruins and the bumpy field ridges.

Snowflakes continue to fall, and the cold wind is pungent and moist with moisture.

[Lubek River] flows quietly in the cold night.

A ten-step-wide bridge spans it and is made of rough wood and stones. There are several obvious gaps, and the gaps are filled with invisible arrowheads.

Ken returned to the ground and recalled the lights on the other side of the river and the figures among the tents.
Chapter completed!