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Chapter 105 0104: The backlog of clouds
Swah——

Tu Zhanwa sliced ​​through the smoke with a mace.

He opened his bloodshot eyes and woke up from the illusion.

Bei Le Iron Fang had taken the antidote and did not have hallucinations. Because of this, he clearly felt the blade passing over the tip of his nose just now.

He looked down, the ax face had been eaten into the stone brick, and the hammer-shaped part blasted out a deep hole in the shape of a splash.

"What did you see?"

Baylor leaned forward and asked eagerly.

"Myself." Tu Zhanwa drew out his weapon, "There are also memories, some things that are almost forgotten."

Bai Le thought for a moment, and began to mutter to himself. This superstitious guy was holding an iron totem to pray.

Tu Zhanwa listened carefully, and the shouts outside the winter house began to weaken, which meant that a tribe had been destroyed.

I don't know if it's because of sleep or hallucinations, but Tu Zhanwa is extraordinarily awake now. Instead of repeating those weird rituals as usual, he began to examine himself and think about the meaning of accumulating evil debts.

There seems to be poison in the witch doctor's herbs.

In a trance, he could always see a group of dark clouds piling up in front of his eyes, as thick as waves, with a suffocating sense of oppression.

"The old gods chose you, and the city breakers will transform under your leadership!"

Based on the description of the boss, Bei Le Tie Ya compiled a set of rhetoric and successfully bewitched himself.

He pulled the rein, but he couldn't fully control the male pier sheep under his crotch.

It is difficult for the Qi Bing Apostle to choose a leader.

They will only form an echelon and fight on their own. The closer they are to the front, the braver they are, and the higher their status.

The city breakers led by Tu Zhanwa followed closely behind the werewolves and beasts. They were the first to charge and the first to pick the spoils.

"Black blood, immortal soul!"

Shouts came from behind Tu Zhanwa, and the city breakers scattered around were shouting.

Everyone looked at their boss with fiery eyes.

The background is the burnt houses, and the corpses lying down everywhere, even the air inhaled into the lungs is light red.

"We are doom!"

They have an almost crazy obsession with divine enlightenment, and it is precisely because of this spiritual pillar that they have not collapsed in the tragic massacre.

Tu Zhanwa didn't respond to his subordinate's compliments, and silently patted his horse with thick mane, a strong and mighty wilderness frost bear.

For the pictures in the illusion, he has his own interpretation:

Who suddenly recalls life?
dying person.

The strong wind blows snowflakes, and the scorched old tribal site becomes hazy in the wind and snow. Embers crackle, and countless corpses fall silent here.

The cloud entrenched overhead seemed to be getting heavier, and even gathered into some kind of viscous liquid.

Tu Zhanwa was awakened by a drop of freezing rain.

He took off the iron totem outside the leather armor, stared at it for a long time, and tied it to the end of the handle of the nail-headed axe.

Not long after, the team began to move towards the ancient road. No matter how the fate arranged, Tu Zhanwa was always ready to meet his own death.

……

The swarm of beasts of the Painted Ice Apostles ran in the snow, gnawing on any human beings who fell behind due to despair or exhaustion.

The fleeing team was huge.

They have the wounded and survivors of several tribes, as well as travelers, caravans, and adventurers involved in the war.

Among the mountain tundra, the sudden drop in temperature overwhelmed many people, and the knee-deep snow would suddenly collapse, exposing huge wilderness cracks, swallowing several sleds in an instant.

The refugees supported each other and staggered forward on the mountain road.

They walked almost all day, suffering from hunger and cold, but they still persistently headed north, and finally entered the scope of Qiuming Ancient Road.

The crying voices among the refugees have disappeared, and everyone's faces are numb with despair.

Lu Xun, who was full, caught up again.

The lynx's dark green pupils reflected a greedy light.

"Winter Spirit, Nuan Yu, Voice of the Old Gods..."

The crowd trembled, and under the broken cloaks were frozen purple mouths, murmuring various prayers.

The roar of the beast resounded all around, and the sound of chewing flesh and blood was interspersed with the voice.

No one hears it, no one sees it, and everyone just walks forward blindly.

Screaming bird passed through the top of the canopy, it opened its giant claws, pierced a few refugees and carried them to the sky, and they would eventually become bones exposed on the cliff.

Blood dripped down on the heads of the refugees.

"what--"

A ragged Orion completely collapsed, he knelt down and roared.

"Where the hell are we going, the tribe is destroyed, there is no hope!"

The refugees were awakened by the heart-piercing roar, and they all stopped to wait and see. This was the first time they stopped today, and then no one had the courage to move on.

The beasts became more active, barking in various ways, torturing the refugees who were on the verge of collapse.

What is waiting for the unknown ahead?

Orion raised his arms, trying to make a gesture of praying to the old gods, but the cracks in his palms had turned purple, making it impossible for him to close them.

A shadow covered Orion.

He raised his eyes slowly, and was facing an adult Lu Xun, which still had half a bloody arm in its mouth.

Orion laughed in despair, tears began to roll in his eyes.

Huh, click!

The wilderness was silent for a moment, and then, the strange cracking sound resounded all around, and the hot animal blood burned the skin of the living.

Orion froze, and he saw:

Lu Xun's head was chopped off, and his muscular body quickly lost its vitality. With the blood gushing out, he collapsed on the snow.

rustle.

Ken was wearing black armor and approached from a distance with steady steps.

[On the black, white and red mixed ground, there are many people lying down. They are displaced and completely desperate. At this time, they are looking at you helplessly. 】

Orion was the closest, and he saw:
The other party stretched out his right palm, and the icy tomahawk floated up from the corpse, and was easily held by the pitch-black glove.

"stand up."

Ken ordered blankly.

Orion was staring at this southern face in a daze, and when he heard the familiar Uma language, his frozen legs twitched, but he still couldn't stand up.

"You...you are..."

he asked weakly.

Ken didn't respond. He bent over to pick up the stump and removed the knife from its strap, handing it to Orion with the handle facing out.

With a terrifyingly determined gaze and a shadowy beard, he was blind to the beasts that gathered around him.

Orion took the weapon tremblingly, trying to move his feet out of the snow.

Ken didn't wait.

He closed his eyes and looked forward, with a firm face, obviously there was only one person, but the hand holding the battle ax was as steady as a rock.

He went against the fleeing direction of the refugees, and took steps with anger and killing intent.

The beasts woke up from the lethargy of predation, and looked at the man vigilantly, grinning their teeth, growling and screaming together into a wave.

Boom!

A honk fell before the refugees, its limbs twitching and its chest stuck with an arrow.

Immediately afterwards, an archer riding a wolf galloped past, and in the blink of an eye, the arrowhead on the bird carcass was shot out again.

The ancient Qiuming road was trampled by the army and shook.

Ken gripped his ax and stood like a rock between the refugees and the beasts, and behind him, more were coming...

(End of this chapter)