Othua's War Banner

Chapter 414 0413: Waving flags
Ken sat on the winter horse and put half of his boots in the pedals.

He knew that the guy named [Gema] in front of him was the mastermind behind pushing [Shanwen Tribe] into the fire pit.

If City is going to settle old scores here...

Ken would use his fastest speed to hang this old man in an expensive fur coat on his battle axe in full view of everyone.

Quima quietly took two steps back.

The sun was dimmed by the cloud, and the opponent's shooter felt a little dazed, and lost his whereabouts in the blink of an eye.

Kuima had already hidden it, ready to draw her bow and arrow at any time.

The Parmelo boar snorted, its massive head shook, and the bells on its earbones and its steel cape rang.

Lanz put the tomahawk on his shoulder with one hand and stared at the opponent's heavy cavalry.

The blood temperature of the giant was gradually rising.

[Character: Valery Che]

[Identity: Beast Rider Sword Brave]

He saw the boss's intentions.

Valery drew out his weapon, the mercenary aura radiated, and all the knife and ax teams behind them showed their guys.

The stag under his crotch directly raised half of its body, and its thick hoof prints rubbed on the ground, making a big hole.

Soldiers of the Aziz tribe raised their shields in a fighting stance.

Passers-by screamed again and again and turned around one after another, while the small tribe of onlookers quickly gathered their clansmen.

Frictions often occurred around the Red Maple Highlands, most of which were conflicts between soldiers from the southern border and natives from the northern border.

Under the oppression of the undead tide and the war banner assembly, there are very few wars between the tribes, and the internal fighting in the same alliance is even rarer.

The lead rider behind Gema stood up and said, "If you want to make trouble, you won't be able to enter the dome for the time being, City Banner."

Mesut gritted his teeth and wanted to rush out while riding the knife-tailed cat.

With a sullen face, Sidi stretched out her hand to stop her adjutant.

She stared at the guy opposite, knowing very well in her heart that he wanted to annoy herself, and let the Shanwen Tribe make an offensive move first, and then he would be sent to the priest for the crime of breaking the treaty.

Gema also raised his hand to signal the leading horse who had spoken just now to retreat.

The subordinate's idea is very good, but he always feels a little afraid.

The stranger next to City made Gema's hunting nerves jump wildly.

What kind of face does this wolf head mask cover?

Gema showed an indifferent smile, twitched the rough hemp rein, turned and left.

He looked at City, shook his head, and said:

"Son, I don't mind playing with you, but those poor people you recruited will drag you to death sooner or later. When you get stuck in the quagmire, you will understand my good intentions."

Mesut and the other SS wanted to kill him.

The soldiers of the Aziz tribe laughed and spit.

The animal smell and the sour smell of fur were blown on everyone's faces by the cold wind, like a silent mockery.

"Ha ha."

An unsociable sneer.

Gema's scalp tightened.

He squinted his eyes and turned his head to meet the amber eyes on the wolf-head mask.

Quema had already grasped the spear.

Ken was never afraid of threats, and never bowed his head.

He can ignore it, but if he wants to take it seriously...

No one can ignore his anger.

The marauders at Ambera Ice Harbor are a prime example.

But City put her hand on his winter horse's head and brushed it gently like a patient trainer.

She didn't expose her weakness because of her aggressive words.

The soldiers of the Aziz tribe eventually left.

They are the opposition in the [Northern Mountain Alliance] and reject the management of City.

Gema paid the corresponding supplies to the quartermaster of Flen Gunduo, regardless of Siti, and led the tribe on his own, walking into the protective circle of the dome.

"The Warring Gathering has formulated rules. Only by completing the corresponding tasks can they be eligible for protection. Otherwise, they can only gather in the outlying towns that may be affected by the wave of undead at any time."

Kitty explained it to Ken, smiling gratefully at the same time.

If he wanted, Ken would help him out.

But that's not what she wants, or, as Zhan Jing, she has more important things to worry about.

Just as Ken was about to ask what the so-called mission was about, several tribal teams walked by.

These people watched the dispute just now.

Their banners would voluntarily leave their mounts to salute City and leave several heavy boxes near her.

[They don't want to stand in line, they can only use their own way to fulfill their due obligations. 】

Among the clansmen of these tribes, some saluted, some were indifferent, and none of them showed enough respect and loyalty, as if there was something unspeakable...

They are neutral factions in the Beishan Alliance, feeling confused and vacillating about the future.

City is kind.

She took in many damaged tribes, accepted the wounded, shared food and city walls, and helped these fragile bodies and souls find a safe place to live in the snow.

Hardliners such as Gema believe that:

This behavior weakened the strength of Beishan Alliance.

Ken came to the cargo box, and just as he got closer, he felt familiar fluctuations.

He waved back the surrounding companions, including the people of the Fengyan tribe, and then opened the lock alone, allowing the black residual mist to escape.

[Item: Undead Prism]

【Quality: Excellent】

[Description: The evidence of defeating the hunting leader, the dissipated power of Erode Hull, the crystal containing the breath of death, if you bring this thing to a professional casting mage, it seems that you can get paid. 】

"Are you collecting it?" Ken asked.

No wonder Mesut risked his life on the battlefield and returned.

City nodded, and then pointed to the dome behind it—it covered the sky and the sun, and when it came in front of you, even if you raised your head to the limit, you couldn't estimate where its boundary was.

[Great power. 】

"The dome is made of prisms, like the corpse oil you carry, but stronger and more complex," said City.

The task set by Flen Gunduo is to use the evidence of killing the hunting fall in exchange for the opportunity to enter the Red Maple Heights.

[There is sacrifice, there is sacrifice, there is value, and fairness is cruel. 】

"Can't you go in yet?"

Ken was very aware of her strength, so he was puzzled.

Sidi shook her head, her eyes became serious: "The powerful tribe paid off all the simple hunting and falling, and thus obtained the qualification to enter, but the wave of undead is stronger than the wave, and those small tribes can't get enough leftovers."

She ordered the Beishan Alliance to collect the Prisma, and then let the small tribe of the alliance get protection first.

It was able to execute at first, but as the number of casualties increased, everyone began to waver and entered the range of the dome one after another.

City did not blame, everyone has their own responsibilities and difficulties.

Ken looked at the prism in front of him, then raised his head to look at the neutral faction going away.

They are slowly entering the dome.

They also knew that City would not give up on the last of their compatriots, so they left things behind, perhaps within their capabilities...

The last gift.

Ken saw Kitty's injury, sighed, and asked softly:

"Is it worth it?"

"When you have enough responsibilities on your shoulders, the name is meaningless to you. At that time, you only had one name, and that was Battle Flag..."

Siti Ethani smiled deeply.

"Blade for the weak, Ken."

(End of this chapter)