Chapter 85 Shell

"Are the rumors true?"

Meng asked breathlessly.

He stood there, dragging the corpse of a monster with his left hand, and holding the reins of the war horse in his right hand. The horse was covered in scars, and his naked body was dripping with blood. It seemed that he had experienced a bloody battle.

He wore simple and damaged armor, and a curved bone-handled knife was stored in a sheath on his hip.

Ken and Quama discovered Mon at the same time.

Kuima remembered Zhan Jing's instructions and took the initiative to avoid contact, so he left early.

Ken watched calmly as the other party walked through the buildings of the military camp and strode towards him.

Meng's movements were stiff and trembling slightly. His body was covered in blood, and his tightly tied hair whip was loosened in several places.

His left eye was swollen and he barely opened his right eye to look at the road. All you could see from it was stubbornness.

"What rumors are you referring to?"

Ken was still serious, but his admiration already overflowed from the corners of his mouth.

"I killed it in the Luojun Tundra."

Meng said and threw out a corpse, a strong adult [Jinglan Beast], with its gnarled body covered in flesh and skin.

"The people in charge of the food didn't dare to collect it, so I took it to the munitions office. The people there said that killing monsters can help you customize a weapon... Is it true?"

Lowndes chuckled and rushed to answer.

"You have to go find Arthur. He is very skilled and quick. He can get you something good in just two full meals!"

Meng glanced at Ju Yi, but his attention stopped on the stone stick in his hand.

After hearing this, he turned around and wanted to leave.

Ken suddenly stopped.

"Lontz, take the horse away and take the things with you."

He stepped forward and picked up the body of [Jinglan Beast], threw it onto the giant's shoulder, and motioned for the spear leader to follow him.

Meng did so.

"What weapon are you planning to use? Let's talk while walking. I happen to be looking for Arthur."

"War knife."

Meng replied weakly but solemnly.

He ducked under Ken's eyes, fearing that the other person would point out his impulsiveness and reveal the fact that he was competitive.

"Your fighting spirit is a very valuable asset in the North."

When Ken speaks Uma, he has an elegant accent from southern Xinjiang. This accent, combined with the biting cold wind in the north, has an indescribable flavor.

"We're about to return home, and you know what that means?"

He put his hand on Meng's shoulder and raised the terrible blood bar slightly.

Meng turned his head to the other side, spat a mouthful of blood into the snow, and endured the pain of the wound healing and said: "It means that we are about to face the Apostle of Painted Ice, and the blood debt of the Donghuge tribe can finally be repaid!"

"right."

Ken's eyebrows showed deep pain.

Meng looked at him with expectation in his eyes. He admired this man's strength and tenacity, but he still hadn't figured out what he wanted to learn from him.

"Unfortunately..."

Ken looked at the familiar snowflakes in the sky and asked calmly: "You can't kill all the Ice Apostles. Sooner or later you will die and turn into a cold corpse in the wasteland. What will happen next?"

He looked over very calmly and asked.

"Meng, besides revenge, why are you alive?"

"Anyone who speaks smart words is a coward, except for magicians. Brave people never shy away from fighting!"

Meng retorted excitedly, his eyes bright and fierce.

"You brave man, why are you avoiding the question? I'm curious, what's left under this scarred skin?"

After Ken finished speaking, he waved his hands and did not continue to listen to the other party's answer, as if everything he just said was his own thinking.

The two of them remained silent, and the atmosphere relaxed.

The two of them went to the baggage camp and picked out a few pieces of the best steel and a crystallized mutated mammoth bone among the consumables left by the bandits.

Arthur forged a tribal war knife about three feathers long for Meng.

"I need some time to finish it when I arrive at Santon Kaya."

Meng nodded. He didn't know whether he was expecting weapons or an unknown village.

Ken had already gone to the front of the line.

The blacksmith Arthur didn't like to talk either, and there was silence around him. He occasionally stared at the flames of the temporary furnace, and occasionally raised his head, as if he wanted to look for stars in the daytime.

Meng also raised his head.

The sunshine in the north was as gentle as gauze, the snowflakes suddenly disappeared, and the cold wind blew the mighty team.

The refugees set out with awe for this land.

The detour from Kee Village to Santon Kaya requires passing through the open tundra outside the Luojun Valley. Wandering bandits dare not disturb them, and hunters and caravans also watch from a distance.

They headed south, then west.

At noon the next day, the ground beneath their feet began to soften, and woodlands and birds and animals became abundant.

The familiar village can be seen in the distance. The soldiers on guard were lying on the top of the hill. They stood up but did not dare to get close. They just stared at the front of the team in shock and carefully recognized the appearance of the leader.

Ken lifted up his black fur cloak.

He was wearing battle armor and holding Feilang King's saddle. His short beard and muddy face showed the hardship of the journey.

"War banner."

The wolf rider came forward and bowed, not knowing what expression to show.

Ken passed by, patted him on the shoulder, and took the lead on the path into the village. He raised an arm and shouted excitedly:

"Brothers and sisters, go home."

How to explain happiness to a group of people who have lost their homes? It is actually very simple, a familiar winter wooden house, neat and regular city walls, and plenty of warm food.

Residents of Santon Kaya gathered around the door.

They excitedly welcomed Zhan Jian's return. Scholars from the Norin Kingdom also stood on the brand new watchtower and waved. The [Singers] in the team raised their arms and waved in response.

"How was the trip?"

"Oh my gosh, that's great!"

"Nonsense, you almost froze to death within a few days of going out. Hey, so did I, but this trip was awesome..."

The two scholars from the Norin Kingdom were extremely excited. They told the curious audience about the difficulties and obstacles along the way, as well as Zhan Jing's appalling feats.

The bloody battle in Kee Village, the grand occasion of the Duwa tribe, and the Mandy that blocked the sky and sun, like the thunder of doomsday...

An audience gathered, including many residents of Santon Kaya.

The village gate is completely open.

Burke and Mag stood at the entrance of the village to direct. They were responsible for easing the crowds, allocating wooden houses to families in need, and organizing people who could work to jointly host tonight's banquet.

There are more and more people.

There is not enough housing for people to live in, and the spacious warehouses are full.

Mag fell into silence. Such a scene would not be seen in the capital of the Kingdom of Norin:

There were tears in the eyes of the refugees, their shriveled bodies, and pale cheeks. All their desperate souls were soaked in hope at this time.

"Huh~ Teacher, is that letter written to the king still there?"

Mag looked at Burke beside him.

The chief engineer of the Nolin Kingdom just smiled and said nothing.

He looked in front of Santon Kaya and considered whether to advance the road reconstruction. After all, there were too many people, long lines like rivers, gathering in this small village.