Othua's War Banner

Chapter 137 0136: Complete Humanity

"Old gods, what have you done?"

Arthur was shocked from the bottom of his heart. He never thought that Quema would do such a thing.

"If the refugees simply give up fighting, or leave the team and go to other places, I will never stop them! Even sometimes, I will stop when I encounter people who freeze to death or starve to death, and use snow to help cover them, lest they They were eaten beyond recognition by insects, birds and beasts."

Cuima folded his arms, he leaned against the wall and recalled slowly.

"But if I meet anyone who dares to utter nonsense, shake other people's confidence, or want to do something stupid... I will show no mercy."

His expression was numb, his eyes focused on the air.

The memory seems to return to the journey of [Flynn Trail] all at once.

Quema walked alone in the cold night, facing silent and stiff corpses...

Arthur was silent.

He was actually shocked that the journey could go so smoothly.

Because of being homeless when he was young, he knew more about human nature than a person like Kuema who had grown up safely in the tribe.

The folk customs in the northern border are tough, and no one is willing to die, so accidents are inevitable.

This is also why...

Many powerful tribes, no matter how abundant the resources are, would never easily intervene in the rescue of refugees. Compared with war, what really makes Zhan Jing feel "powerless"...is the human heart.

Arthur became impassive.

After he got over the initial surprise, he began to accept Quema's behavior from the bottom of his heart, but he also knew very well that it took a lot of courage and will for a person to suppress this idea and put it into practice.

Quima said softly, "You know very well that I must."

Arthur could not refute.

The more he recalled that journey, the more thirsty he felt.

After Kuema let go of his arms and spit out the deep-buried depression, he felt a sense of relief from letting go of his guard, and a wry smile appeared on his face. He said with relief in his tone:
"If this matter is exposed and affects everyone's mood or loyalty to the tribe, I am willing to bear any consequences... What I did has nothing to do with you."

The climate in the northern wilderness is changeable, and migration is full of various dangers. If you don't have enough faith, you will definitely not be able to survive such a long journey.

Ken knew this too.

Therefore, whether it is hunting or coming, he takes the lead.

He once stepped on the air and rolled down the snow slope, and he also rode a wolf to leap over the cracks, resisted the beast alone, and fixed the wooden piles of the suspension bridge...

Ken thought he had fulfilled his promise and lived up to the refugees.

But he didn't know how heavy the decision was made by Kuima behind the scenes. Until now, he didn't realize how vain the smug sense of accomplishment was!
"I'm not qualified to blame you, and of course, I don't need you to be responsible for it."

【You look meaningfully at your follower, the once simple and timid tribal spearman. During this journey, it seems that he has grown beyond your imagination. 】

Although this metamorphosis is heavy and bloody.

But in Palotusby, who can survive easily, who can walk without burden?

Ken is also beginning to feel relieved now, and some of the pent-up is slowly fading.

He looked at the other party and just said lightly: "Thanks for your hard work."

Quima stayed in the shadow of the fire and slowly closed his eyes, while Arthur put away his expression and did not speak. At this moment, a tacit understanding rose in the hearts of the three of them.

That is to keep this matter a secret forever.

"How are you feeling now?" Quema asked. "Human beings are complicated, heh, look, I can even say something with a bit of philosophy."

There was an echoing chuckle from the room.

"Maybe, I'll go to the army shaman to learn a few tricks. If I'm expelled from the tribe in the future, I might be able to become a troubadour."

The laughter grew louder.

The depressive atmosphere was swept away in an instant. After everyone revealed their secrets, they seemed to be able to face life positively again.

"Zhan Jing, you strive to be perfect, we all see it."

Quema spoke again, her eyes full of sincerity.

"But the current Thornton Kaya does not need a perfect old god." He said, "We long for, expect, and follow a human being with noble character."

Arthur nodded approvingly.

In fact, everyone was convinced of Ken, and his devotion was obvious to all, but no one dared to go forward and persuade him to take it easy.

Admiration, respect, trust.

Sometimes it creates a divide.

Both sides became more extreme. Over time, the subjects were even more afraid to express their worries to the leader, and Ken would push himself harder and harder as he did now, until he was timid and almost self-doubted.

"You can certainly be tired and even scared and weak."

Kuema said seriously, "This way you are more like a human being, and you are more real, convincing, and down-to-earth."

Hearing this, Ken looked at the two followers and couldn't help shaking his head and smiling bitterly.

And the two people on the opposite side also pretended not to see Zhan Jing's stretched brows, and gradually took a steady breath.

Ken stood up again, thought for a moment, and asked Quema again:

"I've been stuck in my own horns for too long, but I also want to know, everyone in the tribe, what are you thinking now?"

"People who know you are worried, but simple-minded people are excited!"

Quema paused for a moment, then added. "I didn't say Langz, ahem, I meant that the other fighters were also very excited, spreading the word about your strength."

"How to say?"

"As I said just now, you started to use your power undisguisedly. This feeling is like confessing your last words at the end of your life. You seem to have no scruples."

"Okay, anyway, it's good to improve morale."

Ken curled his lips, as if he didn't care about the consequences of such rumors.

Arthur and Quema smiled at each other.

The confident appearance of Zhanjing now is the Ken Bouvier they are most familiar with—planning strategies, having his own considerations in doing things, and having sufficient confidence in the outcome of the deterioration of the situation.

But at the same time, Kuima also expressed his concern: "You really don't need to hide it now? Tsk tsk, this power is really shocking!"

Ken shook his head.

Once, in the Dua tribe.

In order to conceal his identity, he asked Kuima to call himself "Sir" outside, so as to pretend to be the leader of the mercenaries in southern Xinjiang.

But now, he has changed his mind and said: "Thornton Kaya now needs strength and courage. What we are facing is a life-and-death test. If there is no something beyond reality as a source of confidence, the soldiers will not be able to survive at all."

Arthur sighed, frowning.

He has lived in the Dua tribe for the longest time, and he has seen [Halberd Owls], that is, the most powerful war banners in the northern border, cast eyeliner.

Arthur said worriedly: "You are not afraid to scare the old people all over the northern border. When the time comes, everyone will come to Santon Kayasa to make trouble for us."

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(End of this chapter)