Ken was looking at Kuima's growth path.
If it wasn't followers, ordinary troops could also be upgraded, right?
"Although I haven't recruited any yet."
He focused on the open space, spreading his consciousness, extending, extending, and continuing to extend...
I couldn't even feel the boundary.
Ken suddenly had a ridiculous idea:
If all the teams here were recruited by himself, how many people would they be, and what kind of huge force would they be?
Thinking carefully, [Mission] seemed to be pushing me in a certain direction.
What did it want me to do?
Ken smelled a little bit of fate.
He was about to return to reality, his consciousness was rising, but it suddenly stopped before he was about to wake up.
Some kind of inspiration was reminding himself.
Kuima's shadow glowed faintly, then quickly dimmed, repeating over and over again.
Ken checked again and found the part he had overlooked.
[Skill: Winter Mother Sacrifice]
[Description: Carry the power of the old gods with the remains of flesh and blood. ]
The Sandon Kaya tribe serves the Winter Mother, which is a talent from their bloodline inheritance.
Ken judged by observation alone: Kuima is not mature enough at present, and the skill color is dim, obviously there is not enough power or faith to activate it.
Hmm? What!
The green firefly that was originally entrenched in the center of the spirit began to be restless.
And in this silent fantasy space, a roar suddenly sounded.
The north wind is passing through my brain!
Listen carefully, it sounds like a clear and distant call...
With loneliness and sadness.
In a trance, the vision is covered by mottled white snow, and the strong wind makes it impossible to open my eyes. I vaguely see a magnificent ice sculpture turning around.
"Who is there!"
Ken tried desperately to express.
This belief dispelled the vision.
The spirit stabilized again, but the power ushered in a wave of rising tide.
[Qualification: 2.2 Wisdom: 2.1]
The experience value was not consumed, but all attributes soared, especially the growth of [Constitution] and [Willpower] was particularly obvious.
What was even more surprising was that there was an extra item below the entry!
[Skill: Winter Mother Sacrifice]
[Level: LV1]
It turned out that the note mentioned that you can learn things from followers, not limited to conversation, but can directly master a certain skill of the other party.
"This reward is too generous!"
Ken muttered a few words, and the immersion state was lifted. It felt like passing through an ancient mine, and the eyes suddenly opened up.
The snow and frost exhaled from his mouth dissipated.
The coldness in the night wind became less unbearable.
Was it because of the improvement of physique, or the acquisition of skills related to "winter"? It may be both reasons.
"Mr. Ken, you..."
Quima looked excited, and suddenly woke up, covering his mouth and looking around. These secrets are not suitable for public discussion.
He naturally also noticed that connection.
The body was surging with power, and he could only clench his fists and twist his joints to experience it repeatedly.
The giant was still quiet.
Han looked back into the cargo box, thinking that the young man couldn't stand the running and fell asleep.
Ken raised his hand and pressed it down, signaling him to calm down.
He used experience points to increase Kuima's [Qualification] to 1.5, thanking him for bringing him new skills and additional attributes.
The higher the data, the greater the demand.
It would not be worthwhile to increase it further...
He looked into the distance, and the top of the snow-capped peak had already appeared. The birds and giant eagles over the tundra made loud and distant cries.
It was almost dawn, and his thoughts began to diverge.
Experience points were his trump card and life-saving measure, and he had to keep some inventory for emergencies.
In his excitement just now, he also thought about recruiting the Hanqi brothers.
In this way, not only will the recruitment progress be more than half completed, but if he can learn some more skills, it will be more cost-effective than any expedition.
But he closed his eyes, slowed down his breathing, and calmed down his mind a little before giving up this idea.
He saved Kuima himself.
And the village of Santon Kaya is here, so he knows everything and has established trust.
The Hanqi brothers are purely business relations.
Now we are not confident enough, so we should be cautious in everything and don't recruit people with unknown backgrounds at will.
If you reveal your cards too early and there is no reasonable explanation, if you attract the attention of other ancient forces, you may be strangled in the bud.
There is an old saying in the wilderness, among the three biggest threats, the last one is called...
The human heart.
Ken has adapted to the biting wind, the cold wind gently caresses his skin, and the soft and regular breeze soothes every inch of muscle.
He paused for a moment and fell asleep.
...
I don't know how long it took.
As the cargo box swayed, his eyelids cracked and the morning light fell into his sight.
His back cracked, and his compressed lungs relaxed, causing his breathing to become heavier.
Ken was trying to get rid of his sleepiness.
He felt that his back and the places where he curled up, such as his knees, were still slightly moist, while the rest of his tattered jacket had been dried and hardened by the wind.
"Hiss, what's that smell?"
He raised his hand to pinch the bridge of his nose, and as soon as he touched the lower part of his eyebrows, he opened his eyes immediately.
Ken sniffed again.
Blood, the smell of burnt ash, and the weird and disgusting smell of meat.
"Get up!"
He woke Kuima up, lifted the snow cover, and stood up in the cargo box.
Qi was also startled, rubbing his sleepy eyes and raising his round gray head.
"Ouch, what are you arguing about, you..."
Han covered his eyes with tree bark. He was lying on his back on the saddle to take a nap. The short-roaring beast would run along the main road by itself, so there was no need to worry.
He steadied his body that was about to fall.
Just as he was about to curse, something suddenly smeared on his face.
He took it in his hand. It was a linen lining, stained with blood, and the edges were burnt black.
Everyone raised their eyes unconsciously. The morning light never dispersed. The sky was filled with thick smoke, and the firelight across the wilderness was far away.
The ashes looked like weeds, like dandelions, like countless wronged souls circling and howling.
Wandering freely.
"That's... uh."
Han held the reins and slightly judged the direction.
When he realized where the center of the fire and the tragedy was, this vicious guy didn't say anything.
"Sangtonkaya... Oh no, no no no..."
Quima stared, muttering with rapid breathing.
He grew up here and knew which road led to his home.
"Mother Winter, hurry, go back to the village!"
Han threw away the bark and tightened the reins silently.
The swing of the short roar beast's hooves slowed down and slowly stopped.
"What are you doing? Go back quickly, can't you see..." Kuima was excited, and his fingers pressing the edge of the car trembled slightly. "Damn it!"
Ken raised his hand across his chest, but stopped him steadily.
Han turned his head, glanced at the tribal spearman next to him and said, "You are so impatient. If you want to die, just jump out of the car."
He and Ken looked at each other, and there was only calmness on the other's face, the kind of calmness hidden under the ice cover in the center of the lake.
"As you can see, it's not easy to go ahead."
[The fire was burning the corpses and buildings. I listened carefully. Unfortunately, there was not even a cry. ]
Han jumped to the ground and walked to the forest to observe. There were three scratches on the broken wood chips. This mark showed that the other party was most likely a gangster, a werewolf.
Ken said nothing, got out of the car, and looked into the distance.
The curtain of embers was still floating slowly.
[The two sides have a huge disparity in power. If you intervene, you will lose your life at any time. ]
Quima followed Ken down.
His mind was confused. He had no other ideas except to go back and seek death and revenge.
Han and Qi brothers leaned against the rear of the car.
Ken walked to them, and all eyes were focused on them.
[Return or leave, the truck will reach the camp to the south, where there are countless opportunities and a new beginning. ]
Ken crouched silently and looked for something among the goods.
Swish!
The brand new [Embroidered Steel Sword] burst out with a cold light, and there was still no sound of talking in the snow.
Kuima calmed his breath, took the [Rhino Horn Axe] steadily, and saw murderous intent flash across Ken's calm face.
"The deer is yours too."
He moved towards the forest, suddenly stopped, turned around and said to the Hanqi brothers:
"If there is no movement tomorrow, the wild boar will be yours too."