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Chapter 168 0167: I know
The troll passed through Ken's body and dissipated as a cloud of smoke.

The barrier was completely silent.

The arena has already decided the winner, and the collapse of this space only needs one thought.

[Skill: Heavy Mountain]

[Description: The power flowing in the wilderness converges into a continuous and silent arc, becoming a sigh of ice and snow. 】

Ken stared at his dark gloves.

His eyes were full of exhaustion, and when he held his fingers, he could vaguely feel some kind of surging power.

This is a passive skill.

Tu Zhanwa defeated the mountain monster and won a blessing of changing power, but he didn't know it until his death-this was actually the reward of the game of the gods.

The effect is indeed not small.

Ken felt that he had gained a bit of confidence.

After all, the experience value improvement data is limited. After reaching a certain stage, the ability to increase can only rely on other methods.

He frowned and looked at the complicated engravings on the barrier.

Through the dark swimming lines, it seems to be able to return to the space that has been silent for a long time, and Qi Wen's magnificent sculpture is silently watching Palotusby...

[Above the stars is also the mansion of God. 】

"Mother Winter, are you using humans?" Ken yelled towards the barrier.

No response.

The old gods are about to fall, what is the truth of the game of the gods, is the fate of the chosen people already doomed?
Ken wanted to ask too much.

Tu Zhanwa's death revealed a secret that only some gods know - there are many mysterious people in the northern border, with outstanding talents, who may have already embarked on the journey of rising.

"When the chess piece dies, the old god will fall."

Ken muttered to himself.

The old gods were confined to nothingness.

"Break the shackles..."

Could it be that they want to use the chess pieces to get rid of this confinement and come back to the North?

Ken shook his head.

The words and deeds of the old gods seem to be very frank, perhaps, there are not so many conspiracies...

There is still too little information, and the truth is confusing, but what can be confirmed at present is: Mother Winter trusts Ken, and entrusts him with the territory including [Thornton Kaya], and the fate of the northern border.

Ken thought for a while and came to the conclusion: "Even if there are benefits, we are on the same line."

"However, is this gamble for the gods to return to the human world, or...for the survival of the entire northern territory?"

He could feel [Qi Wen]'s concern for the people remained in his heart, otherwise, there would be no need to be so excited about the fate of Santon Kaya in that long-term loneliness.

"Forget it, the answer will come out eventually."

Ken broke out of his contemplation.

He stretched out his arms towards the pitch-black dome, closed his eyes, and felt that the space was crumbling, and the power to maintain this arena was completely interrupted.

bang, hoo--

When it shattered, it brought a icy wind.

Just like when it appeared out of thin air, the huge air wave lifted everyone and everything around it into the air.

Selina's robe fluttered, holding the bracelet inlaid with crystals and retreating.

She was still paying attention to everything in the barrier while resisting the impact, and after finding that Ken was standing in place unharmed, she was relieved and slowly landed on a mud brick.

"Hey, mother~"

Lowndes was the closest, flew the farthest, and fell into the rubble for a long time.

Ken felt many eyes.

He looked around and found that they were all tribal coalition forces, and the Santon Kaya warriors even protected the barrier.

"Apostle Qi Bing must perish, Mother Dong is on top!" Kuima yelled at Tu Zhanwa's corpse.

The tribal alliance roared again.

Their aura reached its peak, and there was no worry in their eyes. Muscles, weapons, leather mounts... seemed to be fully prepared.

Ken strikes an aggressive stance.

But before he could swing his battle axe, the coalition forces of the tribes rushed out to meet the remaining invaders.

"Death is eternal, who wants to escape fate?"

The leaders of the Qi Bing Apostles didn't flinch because of this, instead they wiped away the blood and commanded the army under their command again.

As the legend depicts...

They never pick their opponents.

This group of people are lunatics who never escape death. They are the symbols of "chaos" and "disorder" in the wilderness, and they are a line of defense to prevent the southern border kingdom from invading the northern border.

but no matter:
They did a lot of evil, made a deal with the god of death, exchanged consciousness for power, and in turn killed innocent people.

Definitely not a hero!

The Qi Bing apostles raised their weapons, their blue eyes widened in the pool of blood and mud, and they answered while running forward.

"Death is the end!"

……

It was cold and windy.

Ken walked through the ruins of the village gate, tomahawk in hand.

The bridge erected by ice magic has collapsed, and the huge ice blocks and dissolved water have made the ground muddy.

Around him, everyone was stained with filth.

[Building: Winter House (broken, repairable)]

[Fortification: sentry tower (damaged, repairable)]

……

The village Ken worked so hard to rebuild lost nearly half of its buildings. Among the crackling charcoal fire, there were only charred bone beams and stone remains.

Soldiers ran by.

Ken followed the footsteps and looked over:

Among the overlapping crowd, the remnants of the last few paint ice apostles were revealed, and they resisted with notched curly blade weapons.

The tribal coalition forces surrounded them.

The various styles of knives and axes were aimed at the invaders, and the battle songs of several tribes echoed loudly above the corpses.

People drove the Bi Bing apostle into a trap.

The remaining enemies want to fight the beast, but all that awaits them is hammer and death.

Ken turned and left.

He walked onto the street, and a group of soldiers were bandaging each other's wounds. The man clenched his bandages tightly, looked at Ken, and then gave a salute. Then, several young people who extinguished the flames poked their heads out from the ruins, They all raised their hands in greeting.

Ken responded with attention.

The Qi Bing apostle lost his commander, Heila led the team to launch a final pursuit, and Siti commanded the tribal coalition forces to follow closely behind.

Until now.

Ken wasn't used to the stickiness that drenched the placket either.

He even lost the desire to speak, and focused all his attention on resisting the weight brought by the mud. The shouts of killing lingered in his mind, and every compatriot who died in battle flashed through his mind...

Notes will label everyone's name.

Ken stepped into the streets, walked past the toppled obelisk, and came to a square covered with animal skin tents. The purple streamer of the altar was still mysterious and charming.

Among the ever-growing corpses...

Ken saw soldiers standing silently, residents in shock, and wounded after crying.

He walked to the center of the square.

The logistics of the coalition army is counting the sacrificed companions, and the animal skins covered with names and taboos are all dazzling bright red.

"Can I take a look?"

Ken asked.

The skin around his lips was broken, and his voice was slightly hoarse.

The praying crowd in the pile of corpses raised their heads one after another, and the battle banner of Santon Kaya was undoubtedly the most eye-catching existence in this battle.

Ken turned over the hide and saw a blank space underneath.

"The statistics are still going on..." the logistics commander explained, his voice choked with sobs, "and, many people are beyond recognition, so they can't be recognized."

Ken's display of will captivates the crowd as...

Those who swim and drown rely on floating grass.

The residents of Santon Kaya, as well as the warriors gathered from various tribes, all looked at him with sad expressions.

"I remember……"

"What are you talking about?" the logistics officer asked.

Ken took off his armor and sat down on the stone steps. He looked at the silent corpse in the firelight and said quietly:

"I said, you write, I know the names of each of them."

　Thanks for the reward from the big guy "晚爔", thank you for your company, the update resumed today, settle down, and update slowly.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)