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"Follow me!"
The face armor obscured most of the view, and Chen Zhou had no time to observe the expressions of the native youth. He deliberately lowered his voice to give the command, then led the way.
"How can you fight a war without weapons?"
Duo Duo Lu pondered, he wanted to voice his opinion but suddenly realized the one he was following was no longer a warrior from the tribe—
The one leading them into war was not a person, but a god.
And a god could not be defeated.
Suppressing his uneasy feelings, he quietly glanced at Ah Tun, seeing him looking forward, seemingly with nothing to say. Duo Duo Lu followed behind Chen Zhou, winding around the mountain slope, all heading towards the sunny side.
...
The morning light was dim, and the air had a slight chill.
A thin layer of fog curled around the mountain path, with hardly any birdsong or insect noise.
The armor accompanied Chen Zhou's advance, echoing with metallic friction sounds, resembling a unique war song.
