Ken looked back into the cave.
Qiong closed her eyes, shook her head and hummed a winter ballad. Those words were so beautiful in the context of the Uma language.
[Music collection: Poem of Sandon Kaya]
[Quality: C]
[Effect: Pleasure, calmness, singing can reduce the hostility of residents. ]
"The snow houses are row upon row, and each chimney spits out ash. Whole boxes of berries and frozen pears are placed next to the grid. Those sand patterns and ridges, and many fish hang under the eaves."
Qiong's eyes were not open, but her eyebrows were flying, and her face was filled with happiness.
"At the end of each season, there will be caravans passing by to rest. We entertain them, exchange spices and furs, hear all kinds of strange stories, get tips for beating wine, and eat cakes from southern Xinjiang."
Hu~
She blew out frost flowers, and Ken seemed to see in the haze: in the sunset and hunting season, the war flag will lead the tribe's brave men to triumph.
The children gathered around in surprise and joy.
The elder leaned over and picked her up, and put her on the frost bear. The mane was very long, but if you stretched it into the neck, you would feel the warm and soft fine wool...
All the scenery and laughter disappeared.
The tender face overlapped with the young and timid girl in front of him.
Ken thought for a long time, then showed a warm smile, stood up and walked to Joan's side, half squatted down, and knocked on this little head.
"I believe it is more beautiful than I imagined."
Joan blinked, not knowing what to answer, and could only stammer: "I, I don't want to leave here."
"Then don't leave!"
Ken grabbed her wrist, which was too thin, like holding a straw, and it seemed that it would break if he squeezed it hard.
Joan felt that she was dragged to stand up, walked out of the cave, and walked into the section of the sun. The fresh wind made her steps weak.
Walked past the collapsed sentry post.
Walked through the bloody and muddy square.
Walking past rows of collapsed and burned houses.
Joan stepped on a broken knife and felt a strange chill all over her body, but as long as she looked at the back in front of her, she would feel much better.
"Ken, Mr. Ken, where are you taking me?"
"To the altar, to send Hamsin off."
Joan's eyes were filled with loneliness again.
Soon, she heard Ken's voice: "I will do my best for my goal until the last moment of my life. Before, I just wanted to survive, but now, I think this goal will be more interesting."
He saw Ken turn his head, his amber pupils were as calm as ice, but so clear and so determined.
"I'm going to try to restore the imagined Sandon Kaya."
Joan was stunned.
A hymn came to her mind:
Frost flowers fell on the ground, and the ice crystals that should have melted were picked up and scattered into the sky, turning into heavy snow that never melted.
"It's here."
She came to her senses, and the flames were burning at their most vigorous moment.
There were many people standing in front of me, but for this mud brick open space where "Thousands of People Welcome the Spring Festival" was held, it seemed so lonely.
The Hanqi brothers looked over from the cargo box.
Kuima was leaning on his battle axe, and behind him, tribal warriors and hunters were scattered among the villagers.
The flames were blown crookedly, and the dusty and dishevelled crowd became extremely quiet at this moment.
Ken walked to the altar alone.
[Task: Santon Kaya in the Firelight]
[Progress: Completed]
It turns out that the task rewards are not all settled on the spot, nor are the contents determined when they are issued. It will give corresponding rewards based on the actual situation.
Ken adjusted his breathing and slowly unsheathed the steel sword while stepping forward.
The embroidery steel has a light gray mark. Lords and kings often take a sword made of this material in very ceremonial occasions to add majesty.
Swish!
The blade is cut obliquely, clean and neat.
Ken slowly stood still and raised it above his head, and everyone's eyes were focused on it.
The snowflake in his palm began to emerge.
At the same time, all the pumice stones above the altar began to stir, and the moss and green plants were shaken off, revealing the original colors with clear marks.
The snowflakes began to shine, and the familiar and sacred north wind blew around.
The people of the Santonkaya tribe had already felt that connection. They knelt on one knee with sincerity and looked at the man with sincere and excited eyes.
Ken felt the burning heat, and the power was fighting for his sword.
As the confrontation became more and more intense, his right arm began to extend black lines of varying thickness with the snowflake as the center.
They were vivid, overlapping and extending continuously, slowly outlining half of his forearm.
Bang!
The smallest pumice stone exploded, and exclamations came from the back. No one had ever seen such a strange sight, so they could only continue to stare and stare.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The stones that had been suspended above the altar for more than a hundred years, their magic power was completely exhausted, and they were blown into powder one by one.
Ken's fingers kept flashing, and the power slowly nourished all parts of his body. The blue light shot up into the sky, but it did not last long, and it just went into the clouds and disappeared.
If he were to describe it himself.
The power of [Mother Winter] remaining here should be completely expelled.
The crowd's cheers reached a climax. They did not understand the meaning, but only knew that Ken activated the altar alone and created the Breath of Mother Winter.
"Look, his arm!"
Someone shouted.
The lost eyes found the focus again, and saw that the light dissipated, the ice flower disappeared, but the black tattoo wrapped around it was extremely clear.
[Reputation +70]
That is the symbol of Santonkaya!
The symbol inherited from ancestors and engraved on the war banner for generations!
Kuima's eyes were wide open.
"But, but he is not even from Pallotus!"
Someone raised doubts, not questioning, but expressing shock.
[War Banner Certificate]
[The highest authority in the tribe, only given to those who can bear enough respect and responsibility. ]
Ken's breathing was a little rapid.
He frowned and looked at the lines on the palm of his hand. The wind became softer and he could hear the sound of melting snow. This was the recognition from this land.
[Qualification: 3.0 Wisdom 2.7]
The surging power was completely converted into attributes.
But he also found that the skill of [Winter Mother Sacrifice] disappeared, and the ice flower in his body was still there. If he was quiet enough, he could feel the ripple-like magic slowly reverberating inside.
This also means that he has crossed the threshold of magic and has the foundation to learn various secret arts!
[Character: Ken Bouvier]
[Identity: War Banner]
[Level: C]
In a sense, War Banner is the leader of the tribe, responsible for all the subjects, but not constrained by faith.
[Santonkaya Tribe (occupied)]
[Prosperity level: E]
[Number of residents: 11]
[Number of troops: 8]
Ken put aside all distractions and focused on his carvings, imagining that he could gather his strength on the blade.
He took a deep breath, and in full view of everyone, a blue flame without temperature burst out, entwining the two ends of the blade.
At that moment, even the bonfire that shot up into the sky had to dodge slightly.
The discussion in the crowd disappeared.
Everyone stood quietly, waiting for Zhan Jing to point out their future path.