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Chapter 118 0117: The person who denies fate

Tu Zhanwa's pupils were trembling.

He clenched his weapon tightly, roared and pressed Ken to the ground, and shouted angrily:

"How can my destination be a southerner!"

Ken didn't know the meaning of this sentence. He hadn't fully recovered from the explosion, but he could only bite the bullet and continue to resist, using his body to protect his men.

A burst of blue flames rose up.

Ken activated [Certificate of War Banner], leaned over and slammed into the face of the ax of [Dawn and Twilight], and there was a little gap between the two close weapons.

With a quick twist of his wrist, he returned the blow with a violent blow.

"Quema!"

Ken called his followers by name aloud.

A feral wolf leaped out and crossed the battlefield in the blink of an eye.

Kuima let go in advance, slowed down with the shovel, and came to Zhan Jing. He first put Lanzi on the mount with great effort, and then kept away with the unconscious Winter Mother warrior.

Ken held back Tu Zhanwa, but that [Wilderland Frost Bear] wreaked havoc among the crowd.

A black shadow suddenly stood up on the high slope, it easily toppled the snow lizard, and it could smash the brand new armor with two hammers.

Several steel arrows were shot from behind, and all of them pierced into the Frost Bear's body. The heavy crossbowman used the secret oil specially prepared for the giant beast. It didn't take long for the giant beast's movements to become sluggish.

Quima whistled, and Feilang slipped past the waving bear paws with Lanz on his back!
The wasteland frost bear is completely angry!
It snapped off the exposed twigs, bit the steel arrowhead on the shoulder blade with its mouth, and yanked the arrow out.

Blood flowed from the wound immediately.

It stretched out its claws and shredded the infantry it could touch. The scattered leather armor covered a passing wolf rider. The next moment, he and his mount were hammered into the ground.

The giant beast turned around and lay across the center of the high slope.

Kuima looked up at the frost bear, which was as tall as three people. At this moment, an inexplicable courage surged in his heart, and he just stared at it, unmoved, and grabbed his companion's arm.

woo-

A strange horn sound began to echo.

The Wasteland Frost Bear became limp. Unwilling to fall down, it still roared and beat its chest.

The Wolf Rider and the Northern Warrior seized the opportunity, and before it recovered, Qiqi raised their weapons and surrounded and killed it.

Thornton Kaya's forces did not back down.

Many of them have seen the brutality of the Qi Bing apostle, and everyone understands that many people will die if they stay and resist, but if there is a chance, who wants to bow to fate?
"Kill them!"

Tu Zhanwa's weather-beaten face turned dark red alternately, he untied the iron totem, and firmly tied the handle of the mace to his hand.

"The coffin of the old gods, the kiss of death!"

Baylor Iron Fang took the lead in roaring out the oath of war, and the agitated Painted Ice Apostle began to howl crazily.

"Drink his blood!"

Luokaduo Neizhu and his crowd roared loudly. Even if he didn't like Tuchuangwa, he knew what it meant to tie his weapon with a totem—leave no survivors, fight to the end!

The teams on both sides began to fight each other, and blood and corpses continued to soak the snow-falling tundra.

There was room between Tu Zhanwa and Ken to fight alone.

[This is respect for you, and at the same time, this duel is related to the direction of the battle and the morale of the troops. 】

"Small guy, dare to draw a knife against the martyr, have you considered the price?"

Tu Zhanwa threatened.

The refugees did not give up their resistance.

They gritted their teeth and used shouts to embolden themselves, but they refused to collapse. Even a few cowards had already shed tears, but they still swung their spears hard.

Tu Zhanwa was puzzled.

The expedition of the Qi Bing apostles encountered countless resistances, but they were either mature tribes or confident reckless men. The team in front of him is only composed of refugees and wild men, without complete equipment and no famous people. hero……

They were supported by some inexplicable belief, and they showed extraordinary resilience and combat effectiveness.

Before Tu Zhanwa started to direct, Ken stood up again.

He cursed a few words, gritted his teeth and turned his head, seeing the young man in front of him tearing up the fur from the armor and cleaning up any clothing that interfered with his actions.

"You haven't killed me yet."

Ken held the tomahawk, his eyes fixed on Tuzhanwa like a sharp sword.

There was no hesitation, no confusion, or even anger in his expression, leaving only the purest emotion - fearlessness, bravery, and facing fate.

The soldiers of Thornton Kaya cheered and did not calm down for a long time, and there was no fear in many people's eyes.

"So that's the case, you are the key, you brought a slim hope."

Tu Zhanwa immediately became angry.

"Poor guy, I will cut open every corpse, let the cold wind blow the stench to the other side of the mountain road, and let everyone understand that this is the end of resistance!"

They approached each other as fast as they could, then swung their weapons as hard as they could, the mace and tomahawk collided, pulled away, and bit again!
"Face me, hypocritical fellow!"

Tu Zhanwa stared, slashing and roaring.

He felt that the people in the southern borders were all despicable and shameless people—Ken must have calculated some interests by calling so many people from the northern borders.

boom!
The two weapons bit together again.

Tu Zhanwa used his years of combat experience to exert pressure, his eyes were like eagles, and he wanted to find guilt and guilt in his eyes.

"Oh, are you afraid?"

Ken chuckled.

His face was smeared with blood and mud, and the snowflakes were still adding white spots.

Tu Zhanwa felt that his anger was about to burst his scalp, and this discomfort surpassed any injury.

"You, are you, starting to worry..."

Ken clenched his tomahawk again and pressed forward hard, bleeding from the glove.

"Worried about not being able to beat me?"

Tu Zhanwa's eyelids twitched wildly, but he could only grit his teeth and listen.

The arrogance in Ken's bones hurt him deeply: this young man is also not afraid of death, but the two are completely different.

Apostle Qi Bing is pathologically pursuing death and illusory relief, while Ken is open and aboveboard, despising challenges, and even despising death itself.

Ken knew that his goal had been achieved, and to be honest, Tu Zhanwa showed a completely different sense of oppression.

He is a terrifying war monster, no matter whether he is attacking or defending, he is impeccable. If there is no [ancient combat technique] that comes with the morning and evening, Ken would have turned into a corpse in the fight.

【Your language makes the enemy emotionally fluctuate. 】

"I am the leader of the Breakers! I have never been defeated!"

Tu Zhanwa became visibly irritable.

He roared and hammered repeatedly, and his movements became chaotic, just wanting to vent the pent-up depression in his heart.

"I am the dark curse, the blood-stained ice! The offal from the southern border, I have witnessed the crimes you have committed..."

"If you really never fail, what are you running from?"

Ken's every response was a ruthless provocation.

"what--"

Tu Zhanwa collapsed, the beast cried out, the wound in his heart began to ache, the corpses in his memories were everywhere, and the dense iron cavalry in the nightmare, all became clearly visible now.

Suddenly, the mace lost control and deviated from the direction.

Ken was bruised and bruised, but he laughed, and the moment he had been waiting for was finally here.

Without hesitation, he strode in, and the tomahawk went from bottom to top, piercing the skin.

Tu Zhanwa froze for a moment.

A thick fog filled the bottom of my heart, drowning out all voices.

He suddenly realized that maybe, fate really arranged for him to die, at this time, this place, this person...

(End of this chapter)