Othua's War Banner

CHAPTER 174 CHAPTER 0173: Lorgar's Fluctuation
Candlewalker didn't pay attention to Lorgar who was putting on a pose.

The arena he just occupied was full of people, many of whom were adjutants or cavalry leaders from various tribes. The cheers were full of encouragement and wildness, and any victory was accompanied by endless honor.

The hunting knife Lorgar uses is very long.

He is not a dexterous soldier like [Mongolian], but a steady foot fighter. The weapon he holds has a leather strap and a tail stick, which gives him an advantage when facing fierce beasts. .

Candlewalker's swift and violent attacks were all parried.

He landed on the ground and turned his head with a puzzled expression—after a short rest, the other party actually caught up with him?

Candlewalker looked around.

Only then did he realize that the person standing on the sidelines just now was Ken Bouvier.

"No wonder, now the problem has become difficult." He laughed at himself.

Lorgar plunged his weapon into the frozen ground to soften the blow, and then faced the enemy again.

His heart was pounding, enjoying the refreshing feeling brought by the full power.

It was only then that Lorgar understood the secret of Meng and Kuima's rapid progress. Immediately afterwards, he felt an urge to move forward.

"Your battle banners are very powerful."

Candlewalker said with a smile.

"Yes, my choice is correct, Mother Winter, I must win this competition!"

"Come on, try."

Candlewalker looked stern, and his speed and strength increased again.

Lorgar pulled out the hunting knife, and the leather of the [Warehouse Beaked Beast] that wrapped the handle creaked, and it pointed at the enemy with a sharp edge.

They fought around the arena, changing their paces, like two wolves hunting for food in the northern wastes.

Candlewalker's secret technique is very important.

The thin smoke rising from the burning wax oil actually hides some kind of sacrificial ceremony, absorbing the unknown power in the wasteland, and transforming it into the strangest weapon in the cold wind.

Lorgar had heard the secrets.

But his original strength was not enough to break through the defense and cut off the connection between the enemy and the candle...

It is different now.

Lorgar was promoted by the battle banner.

He enjoyed a sense of strength, so he must win, live up to the honor of [Heila], and continue to follow Ken.

Candlewalker made another round of assault.

The daggers in his hand turned into countless daggers in the air, and in a trance, every corner of his limbs turned into sharp edges, sweeping towards him with a frightening sound of breaking the wind.

Lorgar had already seen through the intention.

He dodged part of the attack to the side, enduring the severe pain from his shoulder, rolled over in embarrassment, then quickly jumped up, throwing his hunting knife out in an unbelievable arc.

Onlookers saw blood spilled on mud bricks.

Lorgar was wounded.

The audience exclaimed again and again, and found that a hunting knife was flying towards them. Several Zhan Jing squinted their eyes, and after taking a step, they did not continue to move forward.

Candlewalker turned around.

He saw Lorgar's weapon fly to the sidelines, cutting through the candle light, the animal oil and melted wax flowed together, and the strange smell permeated everywhere, causing people to have headaches.

"Ah, damn it."

Candlewalker fell to his knees.

He was eager for success, but he ignored the defense, and soon collapsed, as if his spirit had suffered an unbearable blow, and he could only wave his hands and surrender.

Lorgar bowed deeply to Ken first.

He ran back to lift his opponent up, then raised his hand to the cheering crowd.

The tribal alliance screamed again and again.

They are all brave men who struggled in the wilderness. The knife that caused damage just now was actually very thrilling, but it was this sense of crisis and determination that stimulated everyone's nerves.

The atmosphere is lively.

Such a victory did not bring [Lorgar] the sense of accomplishment he wanted.

He helped Candlewalker to turn his head back, and saw the horned helmet and fists raised high, the cold wind, snow, and cheers seemed to have lost their sound...

Only the person outside the field became more and more clear.

Ken Bouvier.

He seems to always be in control of the overall situation, and has a good grasp of psychology and strength. Even this barren land and lonely tribe have regained their vitality in his hands.

The priest and Zanmeng wrapped the victor's [Feather Pattern] around Lorgar's neck.

The soldiers chatted and shouted around the arena, discussing the winners of other arenas. This time the contest was more about friendship than victory. There was no final contest, and what everyone enjoyed was communication.

The voices of cheering and cheering covered each other, and the beliefs of the people were different.

The sound made Lorgar panic, like an insatiable desire.

He clenched his fists tightly and frowned at the winter mother coat of arms on his wrist. In fact, many people in Thornton Kayari shared the same idea—it is not gods who are in charge of abundance and bestow peace, but people. Ken Bouvier.

"Played well."

The companion beside Candlewalker praised.

They didn't hold grudges against Lorgar. After all, witchcraft determined the advantages and disadvantages of this profession, and it was their own home field. They followed their own rules. Victory was open and frank, and there was no need to be stingy with praise.

Lorgar came back to his senses and saw several battle banners walking towards Ken, and the onlookers gathered to block his sight.

He also put away his weapon and stepped forward to watch.

Lorgar knew that Zhan Jing would lead him to the front only if he had enough potential, and only if he got close enough to become a follower could he continue to become stronger.

He never thought about what the reason for becoming stronger is, just the smell of power itself is enough to fascinate people, and the leader in front of him definitely has this ability.

[Title Mission: Surging Heart]

[Owner: Lorgar]

[Description: The taste of power is intoxicating, helping this person who has shaken his faith to strengthen his heart. 】

Ken crossed his arms and leaned on Fay Wolf King.

A note appeared in front of his eyes, but the crowd of onlookers had already blocked Lorgar's figure.

This is the second [title mission].

Ken helped Meng face his inner nightmare, earning the young man the title of "The Unsheathed Blade".

Now Meng's temperament and character are developing in a good direction, and his strength is also improving by leaps and bounds. In terms of potential, he is definitely comparable to Kuima.

But Lorgar... was not active on weekdays.

He is well-behaved, unobtrusive, gentle and considerate without being overly intimate.

In the rough northern border, this kind of "introversion" seems a bit strange.

"Okay, I will pay attention to him in the future."

Ken muttered to himself, and threw his head back into the hair of King Feilang.

Sidi came over with a digital battle signal, her [Knife Tail Cat] was very vigilant, and the sensitivity among beasts made her feel uneasy about the wolf king.

The warrings caressed their mounts, and at the same time cast their eyes on the beast behind Ken.

Fei Wolf King has strong muscles and flowing hair. He has grown to the height of two people and weighs as much as a wild boar.

Its pair of pupils swept across the crowd, and the onlookers would all let out a cry of wonder.

ooh-

Roar with awe.

Ken lay in the warm hair and let out a contented laugh, and the group of dazed guys were taken aback by himself.

at the forefront of the onlookers.

Sidi waved a corner flag embroidered with [feather pattern], and challenged Ken who was still giggling, she said: "Hey, this wolf is indeed mighty enough, but do you have to show some Are you really capable?"

(End of this chapter)