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Chapter 11 0011: Paint Ice Apostle

In the early morning, the wooden house in the northeast corner of Sandun Kaya.

Before going to bed, Joan had refilled the charcoal fire and replaced the herbal medicine for Uncle Hamsin. He recovered quickly and was able to walk around this morning.

She nestled on the recliner, curled up habitually.

The cleaning task in the village is coming to an end, and Mrs. Tennyson organizes everyone to go to the nearby forest to look for wild fruits tomorrow.

When she was half asleep and half awake, she thought of Orion who had returned today.

The hunt was not going well, there was barely enough food to live on, and something was following them, and everyone was worried about it.

"My name is Ken Bouvier."

The words came to Joan's mind.

The hunters praised how brave the young gentleman was, and sighed that it was the last time they met.

Joan shrank even tighter.

This winter, too many people died.

In the early morning, the dawn is not yet clear, and the owls are still cooing.

Ye Gang issued a warning.

A monster smashed into the fence of the village. Its tall body was covered with mane and its pupils were scarlet. Like a ghost, it jumped onto the roof and smashed the chimney with ease.

More people emerged from behind, armed with weapons, and kicked open the wooden doors one by one.

"Wake up, my child." Hamsin looked out the window, "Oops, it's Apostle Qi Bing." He said, and quickly hid him under the bed.

Joan trembled all over, she remembered the name.

Apostle Qi Bing believed in death.

They behave like bandits, living off plunder and offering living beings wherever they go to the Old Gods in exchange for more brutal power.

Hamsin removed the two legs of the bed.

He used clay pots and wooden boxes to cover the gaps one by one, and then splashed some animal blood indiscriminately, creating a sign that it had been looted and no one survived to hide.

Joan grabbed his hand from the gap, eyes full of horror, and asked in a low voice, "Where are you going?"

She felt a pair of rough hands caressing her face.

"Listen, child. I must go to the altar, and Wintermother will keep you alive."

"No, don't go."

The Santon Kaya tribe serves the Winter Mother. Whenever there is life and death, some elders will go to the altar to ask for the mighty power of the old god.

But they will leave nothing but blood and bones.

"Hush, hide." Hamsin also showed his reluctance, and made a scribbled prayer gesture. "May Wintermother bless you for the rest of your life."

The entrance of the cave was blocked, and the figure disappeared.

She didn't dare to hold back loudly, she could only cover her mouth tightly and choke.

There were shouts from far and near outside, the roof was stepped on by something heavy, and dust fell.

It was the same two weeks ago.

The bandits stole the grain for the winter.

Now, they have provoked the Qi Bing apostles, they are more cruel than hyenas, they are inhuman, and they enjoy slaughtering.

Of the forty survivors, who will be left after tonight?
Outside the window, orange flashed.

Joan tried to hide back until she was close to the wall, and the damp dirt had covered her hair.

The sound of shouting and killing gradually became louder, and the beast-like roar exploded in the village.

The light became flickering, scorched ashes floated into the night sky, the flames grew bigger and bigger, and the crackling sound mixed with the thick smoke created layers of heat waves.

The wooden door was kicked open forcefully.

A burly and tall black figure walked in with a battle ax in hand, breathing and blowing the hair on his nose.

He looked around, his eyes were cold, and he committed himself to crawling in front of the pit, eating the cold porridge on the ground like a wild animal.

A strange chewing sound echoed through the room.

The Qi Bing apostles were all born in poor tribes. They lived in a very harsh environment and were unwilling to waste any usable materials.

With a loud swallowing sound, he slowly picked up the ax and walked towards the bed.

Boom!The edge sank into the wood.

Joan shuddered, took a deep breath, and covered her mouth tightly.

Wow, sting——

The thick blanket was ripped apart.

Apostle Qi Bing rolled up the old inner lining of his body, and the stench filled the room in an instant. He wrapped the new blanket around the body again.

The weapon was pulled out with a jerk.

Joan only felt her hands and feet were cold, and the sawdust fell in front of her eyes. Through the gap, she saw the other party walking towards the door.

call--

The white mist exhaled tremblingly.

The hand that was pressing on the door frame paused, a fierce face retracted from the door, blue cobalt eyes widened.

Boom, boom, boom!
Grinning his teeth, he approached quickly, raised the battle ax high, and split the bed open.

The girl's scream came from the hole into the night wind.

But there was no response other than the rising flames.

Apostle Qi Bing's eye sockets were plated with blood red, and some kind of strong impulse occupied his mind.

Joan felt that her calf was being clamped by a hunting clip. Looking down, she saw a black and blood-stained hand on it, and a huge force dragged her out of the mud.

Swipe, roar, scream.

Her throat was suddenly choked, and she was like a straw in the wind, about to snap at will.

"Well, ah—"

Apostle Qi Bing suddenly called out, the loud bang like a bell seemed to lift off the roof.

Joan felt the pressure ease off her throat.

She opened her eyes and saw a cold light above her head. She didn't realize until the blood dripped on her cheek—it was a sword that passed through her shoulder.

The blade gouged out the flesh and was pulled out!

Apostle Qi Bing's mouth was wide open, his eyes were slit, his hamstring had been severed, a hand opened from behind, stretched into his mouth, and lifted it forcefully.

"Cough, Kaka."

The strong man whimpered, and the sword-wielder revealed his whole face under the firelight and moonlight.

Ken and Joan looked at each other, and he showed pity as if he was looking down at a baby bird. Fortunately, nothing happened, and he said calmly, "Close your eyes."

Joan felt the temperature in this sentence, felt the power to suppress trembling and fear.

She curled up and slowly closed her eyes.

"Well, you, chop suey."

Apostle Qi Bing's voice choked in his throat.

Like a fish floating in the air, it uttered cursing fragments.

Joan felt the temperature become real, and didn't realize the warmth was spurting blood until her fingers felt sticky.

Immediately afterwards, someone hugged him gently and covered him with a thin blanket.

Ken hugged her and walked out.

In the room, Apostle Qi Bing fell to his knees, and then his whole body went limp, his hands could not stop the slit throat from oozing red.

Quema was already guarding the door.

With the help of Ken's gray vision, they avoided the firelight and entered the night, and found a pothole for shelter near the village's fishing ground.

【Reputation +20】

A woman named [Tennyson Silver] held Joan in her arms.

The women, children and children all sobbed, looking around, only a few of them looked sad.

Quema choked up in the crowd.

His expedition team set off half a month ago. Unexpectedly, when he returned from fleeing, the village had suffered disaster twice.

All kinds of suffering intertwined, and the air pressure in the cave dropped to freezing point.

"Mr. Ken." Joan's call brought everyone's attention to the young sword bearer. "Uncle Xin and the others are going to the altar..."

Her voice is getting lower and lower.

The other party didn't have this obligation. In terms of saving his life, Ken had already done enough.

Actively attracts raiders.

Rescue and bring back lost clansmen.

Now risking life and death to bring himself out again.

The Santon Kaya people are simple in nature, and several pairs of eyes looked at him, but no one asked him for help.

Ken said calmly: "Stay here, I'll go and have a look."

Kuima wiped away his tears and chased after him. He gripped the ax tightly, showing a strong fighting spirit.

[Mission: Thornton Kaya in the Firelight]

[Progress: Survival 8/8]

[Kill: Enemy 4/15]

[Description: The outpost of the Ice Apostle is destroyed in the tribe, find and kill them, and at the same time keep as much power as possible to fight. 】

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(End of this chapter)