move on.

They descended to the bottom of the slope, where a stream flowed down the mountain and into a frozen creek. The ice on the creek seemed frozen solid, reflecting a faint light, but if you listened carefully, you could hear the murmuring sound of water hidden beneath the ice.

Mo Qing led them across the stream with light steps, the thin ice beneath their feet making a crisp cracking sound.

As they approached the camp, the guards surrounded them.

Lin Mo glanced around and saw eight cavalrymen standing ready. They were both men and women, dressed in thick fur and leather clothing, carrying fine iron spears, and longswords gleaming at their waists. They wore domed helmets and gray armor.

Among these guards, the leader's appearance was particularly striking. He was slightly chubby, with a pair of watery eyes, and carried a huge, sharp steel two-handed sword.

These were the personal guards of the gods, Lin Mo immediately realized.

On the way there, the servants of the gods often talked about them.

"General Mo," the leader greeted, glancing at Lin Mo and his severed arm, "who is that, the one over there?"

“A bugged host!” Mo Qing said, “A host who has sincerely repented!”

"Oh? How so?"

"This kid killed a devout follower of the Faceless God."

The leader glanced at Lin Mo with his bloodshot, moist eyes, a meaningful smile playing on his lips.

He muttered to himself, "Really? Oh, I see, this kid does have the wildness of a wolf." As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly cracked his whip, spurred his horse and rode away, followed closely by a group of his men, kicking up a cloud of dust.

He led the way, leaving behind only a cold command: "Take him to see Boss Pu, let the boss decide his fate." His voice echoed across the empty ice plain, gradually fading into the wind.

Then, they marched in a single file through the camp in the glacial valley, the cold wind damp and heavy.

Before long, all the frost wolves raised by the servants of the gods gathered together, howling and barking.

The servants of the wolves shouted for them to be quiet, but it was no use.

“They don’t like you!” Yin Ban said.

“Because this kid has a crooked mind!” Usksen said coldly.

Nonsense, I'm not like you guys!

But I must temporarily set aside these things to fulfill my responsibilities, the responsibilities that Zhao Wushi and Xiang Yu, who had transformed into a system, gave to Lin Mo—to integrate into the divine servant.

Bonfires lit up the riverbanks, adorning the carts and wheelbarrows.

The so-called holy city was nothing more than tents made of animal skins, and some servants of the gods built their nests on large rocks.

"Are all divine servants ascetics?" Lin Mo thought to himself.

He saw the man sharpening the tip of a long wooden spear by the fire, and even throwing it to test his skills.

Not far away, two boys dressed in leather armor and sporting thick beards were engaged in a fierce contest. They wielded sticks, striking each other, leaping over campfires, and chasing one another, shouting incessantly.

On the other side of the fire, a dozen or so women sat in a circle. Their fingers deftly moved across the bows and arrows, attaching feathers to the shafts.

Those are hunting bows and arrows!

“These servants of the gods…they look more like a tribe!” Lin Mo thought to himself.

Lin Mo also saw dancing girls, heard the crying of babies, and saw a little boy wrapped in fur running happily past in front of a horse, his laughter and panting mingling together, full of childlike playfulness.

Sheep and goats roam freely, while cattle leisurely search for tender grass along the riverbank. By the campfire, the aroma of mutton wafts in the wind, arousing people's longing for delicious food.

A boar is skillfully skewered on a wooden fork and slowly roasted in the firelight.

“Servant of God…”

"god..."

"Holy City..."

For a moment, Lin Mo was filled with countless thoughts!

When they rode to a clearing surrounded by tall, green pine trees, Mo Qing dismounted. “Let’s camp here,” he told the other servants, “and feed the horses, the dogs, and yourselves.”

"Yinban, Usk, take this kid away and let Boss Putin have a good look at him!"

They walked the rest of the way, passing more campfires and more tents.

Lin Mozhen never expected there to be so many divine servants.

He was very suspicious of who these people were.

Could it be a powerful figure like Mo Qing, possessing strength even greater than a five-star general in the system?

Moreover, this camp is like a vast ocean; no, it is not just one camp, but a collection of hundreds of camps scattered across this land like stars in the sky.

However, what is puzzling is that these camps are like undefended islands, completely unprotected. Because they are scattered across several miles, they have no communication with each other, let alone form an effective defensive line.

There were no deep pits or sharpened wooden stakes for defense; only a few small patrols of scouts cautiously moved about the area, as if searching for potential threats.

They seemed to have no concept of defense, setting up camp wherever they liked without any regard for the safety of the surrounding environment.

"Hmph, strength really does determine everything!" Lin Mo thought to himself, "Perhaps Mo Qing and the others are just too powerful, so there's no need to take any precautions!"

After walking for a long time, they arrived at their destination.

Boss Pu's tent stood tall and imposing, much larger than any tent they had ever seen before, with music emanating from inside.

Although this tent, like others, is meticulously crafted from animal hides, its material is exceptionally precious. The snow-white bear fur resembles winter snowflakes!

They only encountered guards when they reached this point; two armored guards stood at the tent entrance, spears in hand, leather shields strapped to their arms, silent and dignified.

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