Chapter 34 Overbearing

The roads in Palotusbi are intertwined.

They are distributed between steep slopes and tundra, passing by glaciers, and occasionally blocked by streams.

Dirt roads, and most of them are rugged.

Only places with dense populations, frequent trade, and constant conflicts can build wide roads.

Starting from the afternoon, the sunlight became dim.

Ken opened his cloak on the back of the wolf. The dark clouds above his head have been following for a long time. It seems that he wants to find a place where no one is around to attack his troops.

"Frost rain is coming."

This time he went out, he almost didn't leave any troops in Santon Kaya. He only arranged a few sentries to patrol nearby day and night.

The order was simple: avoid all direct conflicts, ride the wolf back to the village to notify if there is any abnormality, abandon all supplies, and save the people.

The sound of pattering rain interrupted the memory.

Ken looked back and saw a team advancing in the howling wind.

[Number of troops: 10]

[Details: Wolf Riders X6, Blade Riders X2, Chanters X2]

In addition, there is Ken himself and his loyal follower Kuima.

The wolves slowed down their pace, approached each other, and used their fur to protect the riders' calves. They controlled their speed to accommodate the carriage behind them.

Two chanters sat in the driver's seat and steered.

The modified cargo box contained most of the dry food, necessary dry firewood, and some sundries.

The night covered the people on the mountain road, and then the heavy rain came down, soaking the winter pines and cloaks. The wolf under the seat began to shiver.

Ken came to the back and used experience points to stabilize the horse that was about to fall.

"Listen, according to the time, we will soon reach [Ke'e], and there will be a suitable place to camp in the village."

A response came from the front of the team, and most of the voices were blown off the cliff by the mountain wind.

When the night was deep, the freezing rain had turned into rustling snowflakes.

The wind was still howling, ready to turn into white dragon breath at any time, destroying every traveler who had not found a destination.

The team stopped by the roadside, and the village called [Ke] was right at their feet.

There was a steep slope between the two sides, blocked by the night and gray snow. The climate in the desert was changeable, and there was no time for them to slowly trek along the winding dirt road.

Kuima turned his eyes from the slope to the war flag.

"What should we do?"

He asked, the troops were almost unable to hold on.

"Change the route, just go this way!" Ken announced his decision. He did not look back when he spoke, his eyes fixed on the snow and the winter pines standing in it. "Remove the straps, make a forced landing rope net, and go down!"

...

In the village of Ke, a funeral had just been held.

Its geographical location was to the south. If the [Apostle of the Painted Ice] who attacked Sandon Kaya was not killed, he would come here to slaughter.

The disasters of fate are always rich and varied.

Ke'e did not escape the harassment of bandits. Since the end of winter, various troops have come here to rob.

Several frost bears demolished the village gate. Despite desperate resistance, most of the supplies were looted and the houses were burned down. Now there is no point in staying.

The male warrior kneeled in front of the campfire.

Behind him were several young men with painted faces, scarred and tired. The days of fighting made people desperate.

The village chief was speaking.

An old man with blood crow feathers as a headdress.

"Mother Winter can't hear the response. Her blessing has disappeared. Even if we give our flesh and blood, we can't get strength. Perhaps we haven't experienced desperate situations for many years, and our hearts are no longer pious."

The male warrior narrowed his eyes.

He bit the inner wall of his mouth in the firelight.

At this time, the bandits' team was still stationed on the other side of the river. Every day, captured compatriots were slaughtered and their bodies floated down the river, but he didn't have the courage to collect the bodies.

"I should be stronger, so that I can convince everyone to fight across the bridge."

The male warrior wanted to stand up and refute, but was suppressed by the village chief and the crowd's shouting. Mother Winter is above, on the top of the clouds, but not here.

He retreated. He was not strong enough. He began to doubt...

Even if he could convince everyone not to abandon the village, how could he dare to resist the vicious bandits with less than ten warriors and archers?

But bandits are also human beings. They will still run away in front of large tribes and armies.

Then come to villages like Ke'e to rob food and furs.

"Our character is too weak. If we are stronger, people will not dare to provoke us!"

The male warrior thought angrily, but the campfire was blown crooked by the wind, and the heat wave made people sober in the cold night-they resisted, people died, and lost their souls. All they had left was prayer and escape.

Why?

Maybe it was not enough. Even if they resisted, it was not enough. They did not have the courage and strength they should have!

The people around him raised their hands.

Only then did he realize that he had to pray, and then he did the same thing, looking past the burning corpses on the firewood pile and looking at the floating stone above the altar.

"Old God, if Mother Winter is really merciful, please give Ke'e a glimmer of hope!"

But before everyone finished the prayer, the villagers' cries came from behind.

They talked and shouted, and the messy words completely ruined the sacrifice.

The male warrior was disappointed to see the village chief fall on the stone steps, no different from a skinny old man.

He asked everyone to calm down, and it took a long time to understand what happened - someone rushed down the snow slope, a mighty army with wild beasts!

He immediately clenched his spear.

Because the village had a river barrier, the sentinels were assigned to the front, and no one expected that the cowardly bandits would take the risk.

All the people in Ke'e Village gathered here.

There are wolves in front and tigers behind, and no one knows where to run.

The male warrior actually felt a sense of grievance, but he felt that he should be stronger, so he shouted for silence, and the sporadic crying finally stopped.

Yes, that's it.

He swallowed his saliva and took the remaining few warriors to step out to fight the enemy.

But before the pre-war mobilization, a group of people came from the main road, and the wind and snow broke into the night, and everyone was wrapped in cold.

The figure stopped at the edge of the fire.

There were more than ten people, and the leader was a tall young man, with a fur winter coat swinging to the right, a layer of snow on his head, and he looked at everyone with a calm and sharp look.

"My name is Ken Bouville, the war flag of the Sandon Kaya tribe, the leader came out to speak."

The male warrior was a little confused.

He didn't understand the connection between the war flag and this southern face.

When the people around heard the leader, they set their eyes on themselves.

His mouth was dry, and he dared not admit it. He quickly looked for the village chief, but heard him say again.

"We need shelter, fire, and hot water."

Still no one answered, everyone was scared to death.

Ken nodded, and did not continue to wait, but took the initiative to move forward, his military boots stepped on the stone steps, making a sound of knocking on the altar.