Othua's War Banner

Chapter 107 0106: Smoke Puppet Werewolf
[The team killed the beast elite, the enemy's morale was frustrated, and the behind-the-scenes commander was angry with you. 】

Ken opened his gray vision and galloped through the woodland. Just now, he noticed a sudden change in the atmosphere around him. No matter who was directing the beast, that guy was now turning his attention back to himself.

While searching for traces, he changed his direction.

Fei Wolf King has light steps and can maintain high speed on slippery moss and stones, but it is also a beast, and some kind of information is trying to invade its consciousness.

The other party couldn't break through the bond formed by [Spirit of Wolf], but it still made Wolf King Fei feel restless.

There is no way to follow the woodland of Qiuming Ancient Road.

From time to time, Ken needs to cut off the vines blocking the road to move forward. The moss covering the branches is as dark green as water, and the intertwined roots and specially shaped stones form some kind of secret magic circle.

The sound of slashing was left behind, and the surrounding area was eerily quiet.

Ken reined in the reins and scanned every corner vigilantly. During the late winter and early spring seasons, no insects or birds could be heard.

He seemed to have returned to [Duwa Village], and he was taking every step of the way in [Sound Forest]. This feeling was like being thrown into an ice cellar, and the prying eyes pierced through the armor like cold air, and went straight to the bone marrow.

The gray vision pierces the void.

Ken catches a flash of red light in the silhouetted world.

He pretended not to notice it, remained motionless in his gentle breathing, and saw it disappear into the edge of his vision.

[Hostile: Smoke Puppet Werewolf X1]

【Grade: C】

This is the most intelligent branch of the werewolf population. They abandoned the appearance of humans and used the bodies of beasts to carry eerie and strange power.

A cloud of black smoke condensed and formed high in the woodland.

Silently.

Its scarlet eyes fluttered slightly, and its sharp claws moved down against the winter pine branches, like a harmless breeze, swimming down.

Back attacks are the hardest to defend against...but also the easiest to guess.

Ken looked around but found no trace, and he could easily imagine that the other party was lurking in the upper space behind his head.

Whoosh, hoo--

【The deadly shadow flitted past your neck, and you dodged to avoid it without hesitation. 】

He pulled back and saw the opponent's appearance clearly:
It was a cloud of smoke, only the front end condensed a slender werewolf appearance.

Its forelimbs were slender and shriveled, its sharp claws were black and shiny, and a pair of red eyes looked back with hatred after they crossed.

Ken swung Twilight without hesitation, but the tomahawk didn't feel any resistance, and passed through his body like stirring ordinary smoke.

【You realize that this is a phantom, the other party is not deceived by you, there are temptations hidden in the initial sneak attack, the real killer move may follow. 】

The black mist turned into a thin thread, and burrowed into Feilang King's body with claws and teeth.

ooh-

The howling of wolves echoed far away.

The contract between Ken and it was hit hard, and the spiritual world seemed to be experiencing an avalanche.

Before he could fully recover, he suddenly felt the saddle rise and fall, and his vision changed, and he was thrown into the air.

"Damn!"

Ken exclaimed, feeling a chill run down his spine.

The black shadows on the branches of the winter pine quickly condensed and swung behind him in an instant, and there was a gloomy breathing sound from the drifting smoke.

Maliciousness is palpitating!

Its enchanted claws sliced ​​through the forest air, but only a ray of sunlight caught its fingertips, leaving trails of venom sizzling on the ground.

The prey is gone.

The smoke puppet werewolf remained in the air.

It twitched its nostrils, but it didn't smell the smell of fear. The space around it was as sticky as a swamp. It could even see the cold wind blowing off the snow, and the white pieces were slowly falling down...

Familiar taste.

The smell of fear.

from itself.

Ken raised his battle ax high and appeared behind the werewolf, his eyes were fierce, and the huge sense of oppression converged on the edge of [Dawn and Twilight]!
"Hi, bye, mean fellow."

He said, cutting off the sunshine in the forest with strong wind and blood.

……

On the Qiuming Ancient Road.

The wild beasts fled in all directions under the attack of Thornton Kaya's army.

Gaps were exposed in the backlog of clouds, but they did not completely disappear. It was brewing with even more terrifying power, and in the near future, thicker snowflakes would fall.

The sunlight temporarily penetrated the canopy of the trees, gilding the mountain trails strewn with corpses.

Ken pushed aside the branches and walked slowly out of the woodland.

He was carrying [Dawn and Twilight] on his back, there were a few muddy and dark spots on his pitch-black armor, and he was holding a deformed, blood-stained werewolf head in his right hand.

[The battle is over, X5 injured, X1 dead, and some loot. 】

The journey back to Sandton Kaya was not far away, but the stricken crowd kept their eyes on the young leader, whom they believed to bring hope.

【Prestige X100】

[Refugee X15, Merchant X7, join your team. 】

Sigh!
A soul crow hovered in the air, and then quickly shot at the returning team, landing on a thick black cloak.

The accompanying shaman immediately urged his horse to follow.

"What did the little guy see up there?"

Ken's question was short and to the point.

"The wild beasts fled, but this group of beasts will come again. The battle in Luojun Plain has just ended. Someone was seriously injured and is waiting for your gift in the tribe."

The shaman raised his hood.

He had the feathers of the Soul Crow tattooed at the corner of his eyes. The clothes he was wearing were made of the fabric brought by Brother Hanqi from southern Xinjiang. The color was dark and strange, which fit his identity.

"If the main force of the Qi Bing Apostles arrives, the number of wild beasts will probably double."

The shaman lowered his voice and reminded Zhan Jing of his current predicament. What he meant was not to cause trouble again, and the small tribe had no obligation to save the refugees at all.

"You made the medicine smoke?"

Recalling the dizzy scooping smell, Kuima couldn't help asking aloud, both he and Heila knew that the shaman was once a beast trainer of the Light Frost Tribe.

The other party turned half of his intact face and smiled as a response.

"The effect is very good."

Quema praised earnestly.

"Thank you, but..." the shaman put away his smile, "there are not many of these things, and the effect is not as reliable as you imagined. Hey, we need a more powerful weapon to deal with the beast tide."

The shaman once mentioned it, but he didn't know if Zhan Jing had kept this matter in mind, so he set his sights on the saddle of Feilang King.

Ken is sensitive to prying eyes.

He slowed down his marching speed, and finally handed the prepared leather bag to the other party, which contained the bone meal of several kinds of beasts, and the wet head of [Smoke Puppet Werewolf].

"Zhan Jing, thank you for your trust, I'm sorry for your trouble."

The shaman bowed in relief.

He is afraid of Ken's unrestrained rescue of refugees, but he is even more afraid... This battle banner with hope is a dictator who does not listen to dissuasion and does not value opinions.

[The loyalty of the shaman has increased, and your carefulness has impressed your subordinates. 】

When Ken saw the note, he felt speechless for a while, and didn't know what strange employers these guys had seen.

He turned around and deliberately raised his voice, because this sentence was for everyone in the team to hear.

"Listen, the Santon Kaya tribe is our homeland, and if you pay for it, it deserves the blood of all of us."

The whispering ranks fell silent.

"No one is entitled to waste your efforts, including me."

Zhan Jing said.

　Everyone should cherish the holiday!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)