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Kedal didn't speak, but Sejuani frowned, although for her age, there was no deterrent: "He saved me!"

But the guy obviously didn't take her words seriously, still holding the bow. Kedal reached out and pushed her behind him, saying, "The deal is done, Sejuani. You are back in the tribe."

After he finished speaking, he wanted to turn away, and Sejuani's expression became a little strange. At this time, another voice spoke: "Is that the scar that Duloris left you?"

Kedar turned her head, the person who came was gray-haired, and her face looked a little younger than her hair, although the wrinkles had indeed left indelible marks on it. Her only right eye left was looking at Kedar calmly, without a weapon in her hand or waist.

He looked down at his right arm and said, "Yes."

Xi Jian, the mother-in-law of Winter's Claw, she showed a smile: "Then, it is considered that he died properly."

Sejuani rushed to her grandmother, anxious to say something. And Xijian just touched her head and looked at her granddaughter carefully. After confirming that she was not injured, she pushed her to the Winter Claw warriors behind her and motioned them to take her down. Soon, two people left with the struggling Sejuani.

"You haven't come back for ten years, Kedar, where have you been?"

As she spoke, she strolled into Kedar's attack range. As a seasoned warrior, she couldn't reveal such a flaw. And she didn't have a weapon, so Kedal didn't choose to put her hand on the handle of the axe.

It's just like chatting. Kedal thought.

"Ionia."

"Oh, I've heard some warm-blooded people talking about it, and they say it's a very nice place. Is that true?"

"At least it's much better than the Freljord."

"Ha!" Xijian let out a sharp laugh, and then said, "Have you started to despise your hometown after only ten years of going out?"

Kedal shook his head and closed his eyes calmly. He knew that what he was going to say next might directly trigger a fight, but he didn't care anymore: "No, I just despise you."

Xijian was not angry, or rather, she had not had time to be angry. The Winter's Claw warriors behind him uttered a roar like a tsunami, and many even made a very insulting gesture directly to Kedarbi. In the Freljord tradition, if one person makes that gesture to you, only one of you will survive.

Xijian raised her hand, put it down, and the noise behind her subsided instantly. The old Warmother smiled indifferently: "You are the Claw of Winter, Kedar. No matter how much you dislike this bloodline, you are born in the Freljord, and you are destined to be in the Freljord. die."

"Dying in what capacity? Robbers? Or the robbers who wantonly slaughtered furnace households?"

For the first time, Xi Jian had some emotional fluctuations, she narrowed her eyes, and there was no anger in her tone, but the expression on her face had become serious: "This is an ancient tradition, Kedar, since we have become Winter A member of the Claw—must choose this way of life. Don’t I know that finding a land suitable for farming will make the tribe better?”

"Who ordered it?" Kedal asked, saying, "Who drove you to choose this chaotic lifestyle? Who is it? Volibear? As far as I know, he doesn't like killing unarmed people either. - But the one you kill the most is the furnace."

"Let's make it clear, Xijian."

"Aside from those reasons...and those so-called 'tribes can only do so', did you ever feel uneasy when you killed those innocents?"

"You don't need your so-called conscience to survive on permafrost, Kedar."

"Oh? Really? If I were like you, Sejuani wouldn't have survived well."

The change in the atmosphere was only a split second, and Xi Jian’s back was boiling again. This time, the mother of war didn’t even need to make a gesture.

She just looked back and calmed them down.

"The grievances in the past... have been written off, Kedal." She said slowly: "Your father and brother voluntarily went to hunt you down. Now, you are the only one left in Luo Dawell's blood, even if it is For the sake of the ancient ancestors, I will not kill you. What's more, your sins have been atonement by your father and brother."

"Skhill said that you even paid the lives of three prophets to track me down. I wonder, what made you pay such a price? My life?"

Kedar turned to another thing that had been buried in his heart, but Xijian didn't answer, so he planned to turn around and leave.

"Where are you going?"

He didn't speak, Xijian narrowed her eyes and stretched out her hand behind her. She didn't need her to speak, and a Zhenbing long-handled axe was handed to her.

Kedal felt a gust of wind blowing behind him, and he sighed in his heart.

"clang!"

Zhen Bing collided with the dark red lava axe, and the aftermath caused the snow on the ground to melt a lot in an instant. Seeing Kedar's face, Xijian laughed suddenly, and when the axe collided, she said, "It's a good reaction."

Kedar still didn't answer, Xijian spun the axe and made a powerful slash, but he took a step back and dodged it lightly. But the True Ice weapon is the True Ice weapon after all, and the ice blue axe that exudes cold air quickly creates a spreading glacier on the ground. So Kedal smashed his axe in the same way—fire burst out.

The firelight dyed half of his face red, and Kedal, who had been silent all the time, seemed to finally be unable to hold his breath: "I don't want to fight you."

"how?"

Xijian rushed out of the flames, and a shield made of cold air swirled around her to help her avoid the damage of the flames. The aged War Mother swung a sinister downward stroke, but was blocked by Kedar with the handle of the axe. Between the lights and flint, she grinned and said, "You won't be afraid of my old man, will you?"

"Do not."

Kedal said suddenly, he pushed forward with both hands, and Xijian was immediately pushed back a few steps by his strength. But the gap of just a few steps was enough for him to put the axe on Xijian's neck: "I just don't want to kill you and let the claws of Winter really fall apart."

Xijian looked at the fiery blade of the axe, and seemed to have no consciousness that life was in the hands of Kedar. She looked at the axe with great interest and said, "It's really Aoun's power..."

Kedar frowned, he retracted the axe, carried it on his shoulders and turned to leave again, leaving only a cold sentence: "Don't come to me again... We're both clear."

Looking at the figure he was leaving, Xijian said loudly with a smile: "You are always a Claw of Winter, Kedar Lo Darwell Winter Claw! Don't forget this! There is a flow in your body. It belongs to Lo Darwell's blood! And he is an outstanding predator, you can't deny it! Your ancestor is the most murderous murderer you despise!"

He didn't stop until the wind and snow that appeared at an unknown time obscured his figure. Xijian heard a vague sentence: "Maybe... don't die, Xijian."

So are you, Kedal. You too.

Xijian sighed in her heart, and when she turned her head, she had returned to her mother-in-law's stern look, she looked at the guys behind her, raised her eyebrows and shouted, "You little bastards are all here to watch. What?! Huh?! Hunting today? Farming?!"

The crowd immediately dispersed, and the guy who was guarding at the beginning walked up to her and asked in a low voice, "Why don't you tell him that we have decided to abandon the tradition of looting? We even found a plot of land..."

"You won't understand, Chloe. Now go to the sentry for me, and don't worry about your business."

Ke Luo stared stubbornly: "I'm already twenty winters! After this winter, it will be twenty one winters!"

Xijian didn't speak, she glanced at the kid, so he immediately shut his mouth and ran to watch.

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The celebration of mortals has nothing to do with Cronus Tiberius, not that he despised these brave and fearless mortals, but that he was not fit to appear in such a celebration.

It would make the atmosphere stiff, he knew that.

The gigantic warrior sitting on the edge of the cliff, with the cold wind blowing across his forehead and his helmet on his lap, was nothing to him. Even if he was thrown naked in the ice and snow, there would be no problem with Kronos. But...he didn't like this kind of environment very much.

Perhaps some of his brothers would be particularly fond of such an environment, but he was still grateful.

Kronos was holding a huge pen and cowhide book on which to write and draw. The ratio of these two things is a bit too big for ordinary people, but it looks just right on him - as long as you ignore where he got these two things that have nothing to do with his temperament.

He wrote on it: "Strange planet, strange psyker--maybe I should call him a mage. He says this is another dimension, I don't know if I should believe that. But those mortals really do fight. Very good, some of them surprised me in particular. This might be a good recruiting spot. I'm sure that in time, the best of them will become one of our brothers."

"The anxiety is still there, and I forced myself to fight to forget it. Those abominable aliens called the Void are not one of 'them', but they are still enemies of mankind, there is no denying that. Killing aliens still It's one of our vocations, and it delights me as well. But don't get addicted—yes, Cronos, don't get addicted."

"I think of my brother and the empire, wondering if they are all right. The mysterious mage said he would send me back after he had settled his own affairs, I can't ask for a mage who is unfamiliar and uneducated by the empire Help me without asking for anything in return, so I'll be patient."

"Thinking every day: Juzhu Emperor's ambition, the hole destroys the sprite."

After he finished writing, he flicked the side of his left shoulder armor, and a hidden box popped out. He put this more like a personal essay than a battle log in it, and then put on his helmet. Kronos Tiberius stood up and stared at the abyss in front of him, wondering what challenges awaited him in this strange world.

But he didn't care - he was the Emperor's machine, his blade, his blade that spread death. And the blade doesn't need any personal emotion, it just needs to stay sharp.

A mortal walked gently behind him, and Kronos acquiesced to this behavior. He knew that most of this mortal had come to invite him to join the celebratory banquet. A female voice sounded behind him, with an untamed wildness in the hoarseness: "Hey, you, big man. Why don't you come in and drink with us?"

Kronos turned, the cold goggles of his helmet and the gloomy look of his helmet did not make the mortal warrior woman take a step back. On the contrary, she showed a provocative smile, raised the horn cup in her hand, and then drank it. He took out another one from behind.

After pondering for a while, he took off his helmet, revealing his handsome face, and said lightly, "I have a more noble duty."

That's what denial means.

But the female warrior did not retreat, her long pale white hair ponytail swayed in the cold wind behind her head: "Don't be so rigid, don't you celebrate after winning the battle?"

Kronos tried to keep his voice as low as possible, not wanting to sound too threatening, he knew the deterrent power of his size: "Occasionally, but I have to keep my head up - not to mention, your alcohol can't make him I'm drunk."

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"yes?"

She defiantly raised the horn glass, which was full of transparent liquor. Cronos stretched out his hand to take it and drank it. He handed back the horn cup without changing his face, and said, "Only a special wine can make me drunk, so it is no different from water to me."

"You're a good fight, tell me, where are you from? I've never heard of a place your size, big man," she asked.

A pride surged in Kronos' heart. He would not show his origins to mortals. Unnecessary pride was also something they needed to avoid. but......

A slight smile tugged at the corners of his mouth: "I come from above the stars... no, maybe farther than that. In the dark galaxy and stars, there is a huge empire that is desperately fighting for the well-being of all mankind. Fight - and I'm just one of them."

She stared at the armor of Kronos in fascination. Those magnificent reliefs and scars existed on this huge armor. In the eyes of warriors, it is not only as simple as armor, but also the ultimate weapon in war. What's more, the female warrior has already seen him wearing this armor on the battlefield.

"You mean, there are many others like you?"

Kronos nodded slightly: "Exactly."

"That's unimaginable, I mean, what kind of war needs warriors like you?"

Hearing this, Kronos' expression changed slightly. He said with some seriousness: "Good question, it's a war you wouldn't believe if you didn't see it with your own eyes... What's your name?"

"Malitis Beheader."

"Is that last name your nickname?"

"No... my original surname has been abandoned by me. This is one of the costs of joining the Frost Guard, we are guarding the darkest and most terrifying things. Hence the need for incognito. This name... is I earned it for myself."

"Oh?" Kronos had a hunch that he would hear a good story.

Sure enough, a proud smile appeared on Maritis' face, and she said hoarsely: "I killed all of them with a huge sword in a battle with one enemy and fifteen. This is what I got. The honor. What about you? What's your name?"

"Cronus Tiberius."

"That's it? Don't you have a nickname or something?"

Kronos shook his head calmly. The three gold nails on his forehead caught the attention of Maritis, who asked, "What are those three nails...?"

"Service Spike."

"Service Nails?"

"Yes, one hundred years."

Maritis suddenly understood that the warrior in front of her didn't need any so-called nicknames or stories to prove his bravery - he himself was a living legend. And for some reason, she didn't have the slightest doubt about what he said about the war between the stars.

A faint sadness suddenly surged in her heart, and Maritis understood that it was impossible for such a person to have even the slightest relationship with her. The sadness soon faded, and with it came an urge to follow him—if the empire he spoke of really existed, then the war they fought was undoubtedly much nobler than hers. .

To die in such a war... is a compliment to a soldier.

Kronos seemed to see what she was thinking, and he smiled calmly: "Go back to your banquet, Maritis Beheader. I will remember your last name."

He didn't say much, but that sentence was enough. Maritis' face was flushed with excitement, she didn't say anything, her right fist collided with her chest, then turned and left. Kronos heard the words of the companions who were waiting for her in front of the banquet hall to make fun of her: "I knew that the giant couldn't agree to you, Maritis, you're just making fun of yourself."

"Look at him, the gods are high. I can't believe we're fighting alongside such a warrior."

"How many goddamn void bugs do you think he killed? Five hundred at least I bet."

"He probably killed more than Ornn, and that sword. Did you see it? Damn it, if I could touch that sword, I'd die right away!"

"Come on, you are notorious for not loving weapons, and you deserve it? Anyway, it's my turn!"

They gradually quieted down while chatting and laughing, and watched Maritis step past them into the banquet hall with astonished eyes, as if they had won. Several people looked at each other and asked, "You won't succeed, will you?"

Maritis said nothing.

44. From The Stars (5k)