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Chapter 12 0012: An Inescapable Threat
Ken and Quema make their way through the heat of the fire.

They leaned their backs against the wall and looked at the wooden house opposite. The sound of fighting and fighting was coming from inside.

Kuima wanted to rush in, but Ken stopped him with his hand, and coldly reprimanded: "You are too reckless."

Although anxious, Quema obeyed.

The wooden windows were opened.

One [Orion] rolled and fell to the ground, and the other [Tribal Warrior] used a long-handled knife to block his way out and cover his companions to retreat.

The gap in the wall continued to be broken.

Holding hammers and battle axes in their hands, two Qi Bing apostles walked out of the ruins like fierce gods.

Kuima wanted to step forward again, subconsciously glanced at Ken, and found that his eyes were shimmering, and his expression was particularly focused.

【Hostile: Lacquer Ice Apostle】

【Level: D】

[Human beings, driven by violence and primitive impulses, pursue death and war. 】

Ken didn't chase after him, his eyes were still fixed on the wooden house, he stretched out his hand, and said in a low voice without looking back, "Give me the rhinoceros horn axe."

He took it, weighed it, and lifted it high above his head.

Quema took two steps back, watching the two-handed ax being thrown into the dark gap with a "huh".

A round of twilight flickered in the hunting firelight.

Kuima's neck was numb, and when she heard the sound of something cracking, she didn't think much, and quickly followed Ken into the cabin.

His eyes gradually adapted to the darkness, and he saw a strong man whose head had been chopped off leaning against the wall.

[Kill: Enemy 5/15]

In the end, the Qi Bing apostle seemed to be about to walk out of the room, with blood and white paste dripping all over his face in the orange firelight, his eyes filled with unwillingness and astonishment.

Kuima's throat was throbbing, staring at the corpse in a daze.

The ax was pulled out and put back in his hand.

Snapped!
A light slap hit him on the face, and burning pain and anger welled up in his heart.

Ken's eyes were calm and a little indifferent, and just a slight frown defeated the courage of the [Tribal Spearman] to refute.

"Don't be confused, if you can't hold it, go back to the cave."

"Feel sorry."

With his head down, Kuima took off the [Chain Armguard] and [Iron Plate Armor] from the corpse, and there were still a few things that could be used.

Ken leads the way.

He looked at the back in front of him, envious at first, and then quickly became calm.

[Attitude: Respect]

【Follower Loyalty Improvement】

Ken turned his face halfway, and didn't notice anything unusual, but felt that Quema was much more obedient, and his words and deeds were less impetuous.

They chased into the middle of the village, their footsteps leaving mud marks on the soot-covered streets.

Blood and knife marks almost pointed a path of cruelty and tyranny.

The wooden beams collapsed, and the battlefield lay ahead.

Ken opened his gray vision far away, and could see that the Orion in the village was seriously injured and began to lag behind in this duel.

Near them, two Qi Bing apostles walked forward slowly.

The blood bars of the four of them have exceeded half, and it is obvious that this fierce battle is coming to an end.

At this time, even Ken was holding a steel sword, but as soon as his front foot stepped on the pile of rubble, Kuima behind him was pushed into the shadow again by him.

Kuima's ribs hurt, and she didn't understand why she wanted to hide again!

Ken's fingers faintly exerted force, and when he charged, he opened up a gray horizon, almost at the edge of the boundary, and the lasing red light made him feel dangerous.

ooh-

He first saw a gray-black ferocious beast, and then heard the roar echoing from the edge of the ruins.

Ken could feel that Quema heard the voice too, and the Horde spearman trembled, and the ax vibrated and hit the stone, making a series of crisp sounds like chattering teeth.

The four people in the center of the battlefield are all retreating quickly.

"Ah, Mother Winter..."

Orion raised his arms, his expression horrified.

The red streamer quickly approached, and then revealed two rows of silver and white, and then the dark red blood splashed in the air.

The remaining tribal warrior suddenly paused.

The liquid splashed on his face, and the remains of his companion were dragged into the distance.

The werewolf seemed to just pass by at random, crushing the bugs in the middle of the road, and didn't even have any interest in turning back.

The two Qi Bing apostles also showed horror, recovered their senses, and approached step by step with their weapons in hand.

The tribal warrior was completely desperate. He had lost his will to fight, and he sat slumped and raised his long knife, which was tightened by the tree tendons.

With a light swing of the sharp axe, the long knife flew away.

The warhammer followed with a half-circle, ready to deal him the fatal blow.

The tribal warrior's eyes were closed tightly, all the hairs were beating, but the weapon never fell.

He raised his head, and there was a young spearman standing in front of him. He was swinging a rhinoceros axe from bottom to top. His back was brave!
Gala!

There was a bone fracture in Kuima's wrist, and the huge impact was not so easy to alleviate.

From the gap between the two of them competing for power, another Qi Bing apostle also forced his way in, he roared angrily, and raised his battle ax again.

His hands were above his head, as if he wanted to split the person in front of him with a vertical chop!

"Run, get out of here."

The tribal warrior got up in embarrassment, but Kuima was still focused on wrestling, unmoved by the attack from the side.

That's too late!

He wanted to block it with his body, but found that someone was faster than him.

At that moment, he saw how the steel sword was dignifiedly pulling out the silver arc, and how decent the movement of killing and cutting into the opponent's neck was!
Apostle Qi Bing was hit with several swords, and the last blow even pierced his heart.

Sure enough, after the body fell down, it revealed a knight-like southern face, with a calm expression so calm that it was easy for people to overlook the other party's youth.

"You...you are the one..."

The tribal warrior was a little speechless, unable to speak his name.

"Sorry, Mr. Ken, I'm still not decisive enough."

Yes, this is it, he thought.

Within a few breaths of his mental activity, Ken had already cooperated with Kuima to kill the remaining Qi Bing apostle.

[Mission: Thornton Kaya in the Firelight]

[Progress: Survival 7/8]

[Kill: Enemy 7/15]

He stretched out his hand and squeezed Kuima's wrist. Although his face was still expressionless, he nodded slightly to express his approval.

Move it away again, and the dislocated and deformed bone has been reset.

"Mother Winter, you are a shaman." The tribe warrior was stunned, but Ken turned away noncommittally, making him suspect that he had said the wrong thing.

"I, what I mean is that you are too powerful to be the kind of person with surging magic power."

Ken still didn't answer.

The [Werewolf] just now gave him a great shock.

This is not the Cangcuo Snake in the midst of moulting, it not only has a high level of [B], but also fights quickly, with no room for maneuver.

In other words, even if you drain all the experience points yourself, there is no possibility of winning!

"You are, Quema? God, we thought you were killed. Look, you've grown a lot! Your uncle must be so proud."

The tribal warrior changed the subject, the encounter seemed so sad in the fiery night.

They exchanged a few pleasantries, and quickly analyzed the current situation.

The Qi Bing apostles who broke into the village were massacred layer by layer, and now they are pressing towards the most central altar. The villagers are hiding everywhere, and only seven or eight people who can take up weapons are left alive.

The tribal warrior's expression also became serious.

He stretched out his hand to pick up the long knife, but he passed an ax in his sight. It originally belonged to the Apostle Qi Bing, and the totem was black, covered with mottled grease and blood clots.

Ken put it into the opponent's arms involuntarily.

"Compared to a one-handed knife, you are more suitable for two-handed big guys, and in terms of quality, it is more reliable than your homemade."

The tribal warrior was a little dazed, and Kuima nodded to himself, but...

"You don't even know my name, how do you figure it out..."

Ken didn't hear him mutter.

[Task: Recruitment]

【Progress: 2/5】

When the remarks emerged, he quickly scanned the opponent's specific stats: he was just an ordinary person, not a follower, and those one-handed stats were mediocre.

Of course, no one knows these things.

So [Tribal Warrior] is inexplicably in awe of this young man of few words!

　Ah, sorry, I forgot to update after watching the spring finals, there is another chapter at [-] o'clock.

　　Little Phoenix!
　　(after wiping away tears)
　　RNG!Dream back to 2018! MSI golden rain!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)