The sharp knife carefully picked apart the rotten cloth.

Because the knot has been soaked in sea water for too long, a layer of slippery algae has attached to it.

"Oh my God, I bit it just now."

Ken saw the tooth marks on it and felt a chill in his stomach.

[Material: Tide Crystal]

[Quality: Treasure]

[Using seawater to warm a relic stone is quite dangerous. The original owner was buried in the storm, leaving only it.]

"Blessed Cesar, generous old god!"

The fishermen recite their prayers.

Their profession uses secret techniques to boil fish oil, which is passed down from generation to generation by tribal shamans and priests. Naturally, they also collect and learn a lot of magical knowledge.

Cloth bags are sewn with special materials.

From the fact that it has not completely rotted for so long, you can see the hard work the original owner put into it.

"The giant beast sail ships often carry some mystics from southern Xinjiang. They may be poor and mean, or they may be luxurious and elegant. These people like to go to the route with the highest waves and use 'vessels' to collect the residual power of the storm and the whirlpools.

Rapids."

The fishermen talked about common rituals on the continent of Osua.

In addition to blood inheritance, if mortals want to obtain extraordinary power, they have to use various means.

Ken frowned and twisted the light yellow crystal in his hands.

The sun shines through its sharply angular shape, casting a flocculent projection of hidden rapids onto the ice.

"Can we use it?"

Ken asked what he cared about most.

He once gave a piece of [Thunder Rock] to the Malungu stove owner of the Dua tribe, but he did not see with his own eyes how the other party absorbed its power.

"Of course! With some help, anyone can benefit from this thing. It is precisely because it is so 'convenient' that it leads to jealousy and vendetta. Disputes over interests are too common in the North.

La!"

The fisherman began to describe the cases he had seen in the frozen harbor:

The Henjin tribe chased them to the mouth of the bay, and stabbed to death all the cloaked southerners under the eyes of the Order Officer of Palm Print.

"Well, having said that, the easiest way is to take this magic crystal to the altar. Those complicated carvings are not just for decoration."

The fisherman gave the most useful advice.

He built a unique igloo next to [Ice Eye], used a sled to prop up the awning, and then pulled on several huge animal skins...

For those who work on the ice in the North, an igloo is more than just a place to sleep while watching fish. It is a home, a safe haven, and a place to shelter the body in the middle of the night.

[Output: 377 food/day]

Ken waited for the closing of the net to be over.

Indeed, as mentioned in the remarks, the fisherman is very capable. After his adjustments, the output doubled instantly, and the interval between full nets was also greatly shortened.

He does not plan to return to [Santon Kaya] for the time being, but will continue to stay here to supervise while the ice eye is open, teaching the workers how to cook fish oil, and at the same time collecting as many adventure treasures as possible for Zhan Jing.

According to the current rate of obtaining food, we can last until food grows in the land.

After Ken confirmed that there were no other omissions, he accompanied the batch of fish on their return trip. Before he left, the fishermen had specially told them that this crystal had been washed away by the waves and was a treasure with good potential.

Starting from meeting [Mandy]...

Ken knew very well how terrifying this dangerous wasteland was. There were too many monsters lurking in the shadows, as well as huge forces that had never paid attention to him.

Huosuo, Fulenganduo, Nolin and Pistonk...

Any person or country has the means to defeat [Legendary Creature].

They intervened in the disputes in Palotuspi, and conflicts are likely to occur in the future. When the time comes, who can they rely on? The whistleblowers, or the black market, haha, it's ridiculous to think about it.

The greatest reliance for survival has always been on oneself - Ken and Thornton Kaya.

Even the old gods would not favor ant-like mortals for no reason, especially after so many things. Ken also vaguely guessed that the old gods were probably driven away from the continent of Osua, or at least, they were strictly restricted.

of!

The Winter Mother gave Ken the [Power of War Banner], but he never responded to the call of any tribe again.

He had confirmed this with fellow refugees.

From the night when the outpost of the Qi Bing Apostles attacked Santon Kaya, no orphan of Qi Wen could successfully trigger [Winter Mother Sacrifice].

The old gods have died.

Where should the faith of this land go?

Ken is a war leader and the highest authority in the tribe, but he has a feeling of resistance to the old gods from the bottom of his heart. These guys who are believed by the subjects only fiddle with their fate from a high position, but they do not actually help them get rid of their suffering.

"Where is Quema?"

He left the ice and set foot on the snowy land of Santonkaya again, and immediately asked the soldiers about the whereabouts of his followers.

This crystal will be rewarded to the warriors.

"Quima took away all the shooters under his command and took them to besiege the bandit stronghold in the Luojun Mountains."

"Um."

Ken nodded.
Chapter completed!