Othua's War Banner

Chapter 163 0162: Curse and Fog
Tomio felt that Ken was a little worried.

His anger had overcome his fear, and the honor of the Konggu tribe had been insulted by Tu Zhanwa just now.

"The people of Fengshiun cannot swallow this breath."

He looked into the dark corner and saw the house crumbling down.

Ken didn't say much, and directly pulled him onto the wolf's back, patted the mount's neck lightly, and jumped out.

[Magic: Cone Storm]

Boom!

Accompanied by the rolling thunder, everyone in the white smoke raised their eyes in surprise.

They were immersed in the battle, completely oblivious to the changes in the sky.

The tribal coalition forces came back to their senses.

They watched the huge ice cone hit the mud brick floor, and they all took a breath—if they continued to charge just now, they would definitely suffer heavy losses.

Tomio also calmed down amidst the roar.

Ken said: "A woman told me that your name and honor depend on your words and deeds, not on other people's prejudice and insults."

Tomio accepted the instruction in silence.

The house collapsed, covered with ice, blocking Tu Zhanwa's sight.

He lay panting among the ruins.

Of course this level of damage couldn't have killed him, but something even more horrific was immobilizing him.

Darkness filled the air, and there was no light.

Tu Zhanwa's chest rose and fell, and the ice that fell around him began to melt.

The black curse began to diffuse wantonly along his eyes, ears, and mouth.

Just like a werewolf who blew himself up.

At the end of life, there are too many memories, people, and tragedies surrounding Tu Zhanwa.

Those fragments of the past were all noisy in his mind, tormenting every nerve, in the blurred picture.

He finally remembered:

Why did I leave the wall of permafrost and start migrating to the depths of the north.

The troops of the Painted Ice Apostle originally stopped at [Du Valon Port].

One night, the wolf ship returning from the expedition docked at the pier near the camp. As always, everyone began to siege and loot, confiscating and distributing the equipment from the southern border trade, and then continuing to distribute food.

The process went very smoothly.

He remembered that at night, there was thunder jumping in the bonfire, and there was a strange and dangerous smell of magic, and then everyone fell into a deep sleep.

Figure chopping tiles has the strongest willpower.

He supported the nail-headed ax to resist the strong drowsiness, but his body was too weak to move, as if he was living in a nightmare.

Someone lifted the cloak.

He glimpsed through the gap: his frost bear, blood maple werewolf, all eaten by red vines.

"Look, what did I find?"

Something was talking, definitely not human, its voice was hoarse like sawdust, and the silhouette illuminated by the campfire was hazy and dim.

Tu Zhanwa recalled many legends.

Including the unjust souls on the sea, the shadows in the ancient ruins in the north, the guardians of the ancient scrolls of proverbs, the elves and ghosts in the shade of the moon spirit tree...

In short, he passed out completely.

where do you want to goYour destiny is north, go there, don't rest, your life will be the pivot of history.

A harsh whisper.

The next day, Tu Zhanwa woke up in the morning dew.

Everyone around was as usual, and no one remembered what happened last night, but everyone was surprised—the boss of the Breaker also had a day of lethargy.

Although Tu Zhanwa was confused.

But when he looked at the werewolf echelon and his wasteland frost bear, he also thought it was an illusion caused by his exhaustion.

He told Beler Iron Fang about this.

A certain revelation quickly spread among the Qi Bing apostles. The leaders who were not in harmony at first had an urge to go north, so the team set off. Clearance migration.

"what!"

Tu Zhanwa breaks free from his memories.

He remembered that when he fought Ken for the first time on the plain outside Qiuming Ancient Road, the Blood Maple werewolf didn't even leave a body behind.

His own Frost Bear also died tragically for no reason.

"In the end, who is it and what do you want to do?"

The black mist began to boil.

Tu Zhanwa's body began to swell continuously.

Suddenly, another force appeared in his body.

At the same time, black lines also appeared, and began to flow and extend to all parts of the body, covering every joint, like a strange tattoo, and seemed to be some kind of protective measure, used to resist the magic of destruction.

If Ken saw all this, he would definitely be able to recognize it. Isn't this the pattern formed by the [Evidence of War Banner]?
Another force in Tu Zhanwa's body began to rise, and it actually protected his body.

The dense fog in Tu Zhanwa's heart appeared again, and a pair of strange eyes seemed to be staring at him.

Ancient and sacred, with a certain inviolable majesty.

"Who are you...? What did you do to me?"

"I bet on your fate, but unfortunately, you seem to have been invaded by other things, and your life is about to end. As compensation, I can save you once, but I want to know, son and daughter of Shuangxue, Tu Zhanwa, are you still alive?" Have the will to live?"

Eyes in the fog waited for an answer.

Tu Zhanwa was in extreme pain, two kinds of power were intertwined in his body, he growled lowly, drooling, and suddenly, his eyes widened.

"Ken... Bouvier, let me face him!"

The eyes in the fog got the desired response.

It didn't continue to speak, it just calmed down the curse that was about to get out of control, and then left.

In the distance, central Sandton Kaya.

Residents began to retreat to a deeper place, the battlefield expanded rapidly, and tragic scenes erupted everywhere in the village.

The tribal coalition forces formed a corner along the village road.

Tomio, who had returned, led the shield soldiers of the Hollow Valley Tribe to defend against long-range attacks. Hume of the Ice Ring Tribe prepared heavy weapons and waited for the arrival of the Painted Ice Apostle.

The crowd beat their shields and shouted in unison, conveying the belief of victory.

Two [Singers] are scattered at the end.

They spread their hands to welcome the cold wind, and began to chant the [Heroic Hymn] devoutly, with invisible ripples circulating in the crowd.

The tribal coalition forces were so excited that they could hear the voice clearly no matter how far away they were.

The momentum of the soldiers became more vigorous.

Union forces at the forefront.

Ken was riding the Wolf King Fei, surrounded by the war banners of several tribes. These absolute leaders were ready for the decisive battle.

"He really didn't die."

Heavy and messy footsteps swept everything.

Apostle Qi Bing walked out of the collapsed ruins silently.

Their hides and armor were dusty, their hair was dirty and matted, and some wore rough helms.

They were all martyrs who believed in death.

Pairs of blue eyes, accepted the blessing of death, gained extraordinary strength and life, but also abandoned pity and kindness.

The clouds are still rolling.

The remaining cavalry separated, and the leader of the Qi Bing apostles strode out.

Figure cut tiles.

He is a legend from the northern border. He used to be a war priest, but now he is covered in blood, and his madness has long since lost his human appearance.

"My God, what is this thing?"

"Picture chopping tiles..."

Ken gritted his teeth, unable to believe what he saw.

[The curse on Tu Zhanwa was triggered, and he, as the center of the sacrifice, began to burn the lives around him. 】

(End of this chapter)