Chapter 94 Tidal Crystal

The sharp knife carefully picked up the rotten cloth.

The knot had been soaked in sea water for too long, and a layer of slippery algae had attached to it.

"Oh my God, I just bit it."

Ken saw the teeth marks on it, and a chill rose in his stomach.

[Material: Tidal Crystal]

[Quality: Treasure]

[It is quite dangerous to use sea water to warm a relic stone. The original owner was buried in the storm, leaving only this. ]

"Sasa, the generous old god!"

The fisherman recited a prayer.

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

The cloth bag is sewn with special materials.

From the fact that it has not completely rotted for so long, it can also be seen that the original owner has invested a lot of effort in it.

"The beast-sailed ships often carry some mystics from southern Xinjiang. They are either poor and mean or luxurious and elegant. This group of people like to go to the highest wave route and use "vessels" to collect the aftermath of the storm and the rapids beside the whirlpool."

The fisherman talked about the common rituals on the continent of Oshua.

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

Ken frowned and twisted the pale yellow crystal in his hand.

The sunlight passed through its angular shape, covering the flocculent projection of the rapids on the ice.

"Can we use it?"

Ken asked the question he cared about most.

He once sent a piece of [Thunder Rock] to the Malungu Furnace Master of the Duwa Tribe, but he did not see how the other party absorbed the power in it.

"Of course! With some tricks, anyone can benefit from this thing. It is precisely because it is too 'convenient' that it attracts jealousy and hatred. Conflicts of interest are too common in the North!"

The fisherman began to tell the case he had seen in the Frozen Harbor:

The Cinder Tribe chased to the mouth of the bay and stabbed all the cloaked southerners to death under the eyes of the Order Officer in charge.

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

The fisherman gave the most useful advice.

He built a unique ice house next to the [Ice Eye], propped up the awning with a sled, and then pulled up a few huge animal skins...

For people working on the ice in the North, the ice house is not just a place to sleep while guarding fish. It is a home, a safe haven, and a place to shelter the body at midnight.

[Production: +377 food/day]

Ken waited for the net to be collected.

As the note said, the fisherman was quite capable. After his adjustment, the output doubled instantly, and the interval between full nets was greatly shortened.

He did not plan to return to [Sandon Kaya] for the time being. Instead, he took advantage of the opening of the ice eye to continue to stay here to supervise and teach the workers to boil fish oil, while also collecting as much treasure as possible for the war banner.

At the current rate of obtaining food, it can last until food grows in the land.

After confirming that there were no other omissions, Ken accompanied the batch of fish back. Before he left, the fisherman specifically told him that this crystal had been washed by the waves and was a treasure with good potential.

Since meeting [Mandy]...

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

Hosou, Frengandor, Norin and Pistonk...

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

If they intervene in the disputes of Pallotusbi, conflicts may occur in the future. Who can he rely on then? Is it the revealer or the black market? Ha, it's ridiculous to think about it.

The biggest reliance for survival has always been on himself - Ken, Santonkaya.

Even the old gods will not favor mortals like ants 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!

Winter Mother gave Ken [Power of the Banner] and never responded to the call of any tribe again.

He once confirmed this with the refugees who were traveling with him.

Since the night when the outpost of the Apostle of the Ice attacked Santonkaya, no orphan of Qiwen has been able to successfully trigger [Sacrifice of Winter Mother].

The old gods are silent.

Where should the faith of this land go?

Ken is a warrior, the highest authority in the tribe, but he has a kind of resistance to the old gods from the bottom of his heart. These guys, who are believed by their subjects, just manipulate fate from a high position, but do not really help them get rid of suffering.

"Where is Kuima?"

He left the ice and stepped on the snowy land of Santonkaya again, and immediately asked the soldiers where his followers were.

This crystal will be rewarded to the warriors.

"Kuima took away all his archers and took them to besiege the bandit stronghold in Luojun Mountains."

"Yeah."

Ken nodded.

This military action was agreed by himself. In order to meet the training requirements without causing additional casualties, he also sent several wolf riders to cheer, and even the most excited [Langzi] followed to join in the fun.