Chapter 88 Before Sunrise

The residents heard the speech given by Zhan Jing under the burning bonfire in the open space of the rebuilt village.

It was brief but impressive.

Ken never used false comfort to cover up difficulties. He was an honest leader who would put danger in front of everyone and then point out a thorny way out of death.

The banquet ended a little hastily.

But the residents did not feel lost after the excitement ended. On the contrary, everyone's eyes became more determined.

There were countless deaths crushed by the war, and most of the refugees who died in the border were numb and sad.

Because of Ken Bouvier's honesty, the residents of Santonkaya were more sober and wanted to live more.

In the early morning, in a single-family wooden house.

Burke put down a cup of strong tea, pushed aside the layers of drawings at hand and said, "Yesterday's letter said that the hunting competition in Sharp Ice Bay was suspended?"

Mag nodded in agreement.

Some important rumors will circulate on the North Border Trade Road, which is an important source of information for the southern border countries. The underground market and the surface trade have their own means of communication.

Mag twisted two pages of light-grained paper and gently placed them on her knees. She couldn't read it, frowned and murmured two names.

"Hosou, Frengandor..."

These are the two most awe-inspiring war flags in the Red Maple Highlands. The Kingdom of Norin has a large amount of resources to study the growth trajectory of these two.

This is normal. South of the Everfrost Wall, there are countless forces who want to intervene in Pallotusby.

"Ken Bouvier, hiss, is completely different from them."

Mag smiled.

She didn't intend to record it, nor did she want the deeds of this young war flag to be heard by the southern border countries too early.

"If a person who is not of northern descent can also lead a tribe to rise, he will be the most valuable living case in academia. To be honest, I am looking forward to the future of Sandon Kaya. What do you think, teacher?"

McGreg turned his head to ask, but found Burke absent-mindedly in a daze.

He tapped the handle beside the cup and apologized to his student, then took a sip of strong tea and said with emotion: "You are very suitable for the library, but I prefer the workshop. Today I noticed a little guy. To be precise, I saw several surprising works first."

Burke collapsed comfortably and introduced him to Magg lightly.

"I found out that his name is Arthur, and he is a blacksmith recruited by Ken from Ke Village."

Discussions came from the room.

There are still many people who stay awake in Sandon Kaya. Under the same night, the spearman, Meng, is running in the snow.

His movements are crisp and neat.

The glimmer of dawn has appeared, but there is still some time before the morning light bursts. The sky is dim, casting a dark gray on the tracker.

Meng exhaled white mist and looked back vigilantly.

He thought he was the hunter, but when he discovered the condition of the wolf, the identities of both parties suddenly reversed - it was sick and on the verge of madness.

There were many places to hide in the woods.

A thin blanket of snow was spread on the prickly grass roots, and blood was everywhere between the mud and gravel. The messy hoof prints conveyed how bloody the bite had erupted here.

The tense atmosphere calmed Meng down.

A gray shadow flashed in his eyes, so he leaned down and held the sword tightly, like a taut vine, motionless but ready to go.

There was a low howl from the bushes, and the moonlight wiped away the scarlet in the wolf's eyes.

It twitched strangely for a few times, and then stepped quickly into the snow. There were several obvious, festering scars under its ribs, and the black smoke emanating from its body was like the death omen often mentioned by the priests.