Othua's War Banner

Chapter 467 0466: Burial Ground
"He joined forces with the mercenaries to fight with the raider army, the knight commander of the Norlin Kingdom, and the Ambera Ice Harbor Beast sailing ship were also involved, the legendary giant beast, the unraveler mage, and any wanted criminals in southern Xinjiang ..."

The scout babbled, and he still hasn't recovered from the complicated emotions of reading the battle report for the first time.

The mercenary tribunal created by Mr. Maharu is gradually expanding its influence. Not only the trade caravans on the surface, but even the "black market" that is the least regulated in Palotusbi has begun to use its rules to balance Trade conflicts between southern and northern borders.

Hissing law ~
The scouts pulled back the stray horse.

They were all afraid of losing their composure in front of the battle banner.

Gema flipped through the information in his hands, and gradually realized that the young man who came back from Sitila had a lot of background.

But he was also very curious: "Maharu, why did you provoke the looters in the first place?"

The scout also knew the answer to this question, saying, "Because the marauder killed his people, that's all, and he took the lives of the marauder leaders."

After he finished speaking, he secretly glanced at Zhan Jing's face.

"A reckless man who is involved in emotions, hehe, he is just following the current situation."

Gema commented sharply, then moved on, the mighty mount snorting frighteningly from his crotch.

There are nearly two thousand teams in total.

Most of them are brave and skilled soldiers in the tribe—strong men and women with firm eyes who have seen the flames of war, wearing leather and armor made of different materials, and preparing a variety of weapons.

Alongside their mighty mounts, they trudged through the frost and snow.

Suddenly they stopped, the murmurs of whispering, and the crude jokes of dispatching lonesomeness all cut to an abrupt end.

The leader of the Beishan Alliance branch strangled the beast in his crotch, frowning.

Although most of the other soldiers behind Gema came from other tribes in the alliance, they were all submissive under their own control, and this kind of obedience and cooperation would continue until he ascended the throne of the alliance.

Gema is the veteran of Beishan League.

But after the death of old Ethani, she also supported this city to inherit the rights.

Now, this retreat-oriented careerist has exposed his thoughts. What led him to this land was the strange whisper of prayer and the temptation to seize the right of the alliance.

Gema knew that there were ancient secrets hidden in this unassuming cave in front of him.

He understands the structure below, and also knows how to awaken old things, but to achieve his goal, he still needs enough bait.

Gema's eyes seemed to be poisoned. He looked around and looked at the other members of the Beishan Alliance.

"Perhaps you should understand that I represent the will of the alliance, and only after seeing blood can I gain new life."

Gema's speech became more and more crazy, which made the adjutant next to him a little scared.

When he led the team to leave the main battlefield, he said that he got the position of a hunting leader according to the information, but after traveling for such a long time, he only saw a few sporadic little monsters.

There was a burst of playful laughter from the front of the line.

When Gema rolled over from his mount, the cold wind lifted the corners of his cloak and expensive Syandana, revealing a hideous and terrifying expression.

The tribal lieutenant was terrified.

"Zhan... Zhanjing? Are you okay? Why are we here?" There was fear in his voice.

"My lord of the Beishan Alliance, would you like to explain the purpose of this trip?"

Several stronger men came from behind the line.

Their faces were painted with colorful imprints, and they held staffs made of ivory and steel in their hands.

Gema switched servers to take a look at these juniors from the Moritz tribe.

He knew the team was waiting for his explanation.

But as an iron-fisted leader, there is obviously no need to explain so much. The Shanwen tribe manages the alliance too loosely, so that even this young man dares to ask him in this tone.

"You're doubting me, do you know who the person in front of you is, baby."

When Gema spoke, he stared at the questioner with a very strange look.

The sullen tone and the unease exuded made the mount a little panicked.

The Moritz people apologized to him one after another. After all, the man in front of him is the most prestigious guy in the alliance. His ambition to form a new Beishan alliance has already been put on the table. He only needs to wait for the end of the undead wave incident to launch it according to the tradition. Challenge to City!
Overcast clouds blocked the sunlight that finally appeared.

The team finally arrived at this piece of wind-returning open land.

Gema stood at the very front, looking at the cliff, and slowly raised his weapon.

The adjutants who were onlookers, as well as the leaders of other tribes, all saw the sharp dagger slashing across his fingers, and bright red liquid came out from the palm of his hand.

Near the cliff, there are leftover magic circles that ordinary people can hardly detect.

Gema put his blood-stained palm on it, and the blood seemed to have awakened the ancient magic, causing the entire cliff to tremble, and it was covered with more beautiful magic circles like flowers blooming.

"Palotusbi is full of fighting blood. Every inch of the ground under our feet once had unyielding souls fighting against fate."

Gema turned his back to the crowd when he spoke.

There seem to be faint stars twinkling on the huge cliff.

When this light spread to the surroundings, the onlookers seemed to feel some kind of call, and many people even squatted down covering their ears, moaning and shouting grew in the team.

"What's the matter?"

The war banners of the Moritz tribe kept asking questions.

The brilliant light of the cliff can also affect him, through the air and the rusty steel visor, a cruel and piercing wail from the other side of the ancient history.

For a moment, it seemed that something wanted to squeeze into his armor, into his flesh and blood, and even wanted to tear his soul apart.

"what!"

A sudden sense of release filled his body.

Because the Moritz tribe was nourished by the holy water, the mysterious power did not take him away all at once.

The witch priest looked around and used the purification ritual that can only be performed with a priesthood, but it didn't work.

He wanted to save the compatriots of his tribe, but he didn't have enough time to communicate with the old gods, or chant powerful enough magic, and when that headache-shattering force hit again, he saw...

There are countless dead souls appearing under the land.

They are unrecognizable, there are humans, there are elves and other races.

Powerful dryads and blood descendants baring their teeth, many pale souls are roaring upwards on the ice field, and the vague groans are issued from the throats of such things.

The battle banners of the Moritz tribe raised their staffs.

Incredibly, magic designed to deal with the revenant simply passed through the horde of monsters.

next second.

The steel whip shattered the armor on his wrists, knocking his staff down.

The war banner of the Moritz tribe screamed fiercely, and the body was immediately trampled under the feet of several white souls, and they began to enjoy delicious food like ghosts rushing to eat.

He forced his head up through the pain of splitting, and was surprised to find that there was a person who moved freely among the ghosts.

A very vague memory emerged in his memory. At that time, he was still beside the old Ethani, becoming the hunter that everyone in the tribe looked up to.

"Gumma..." he said. "why?"

In answer, Guma's steel whip struck his head, taking it as a mercy to end the suffering.

"Athani is gone, we should move forward and become stronger, and I don't want to wait any longer, that's all."

The warriors of the Moritz tribe fell down one after another.

The team of thousands of people wailed through the sky in the cold wind of the wasteland, and even the mounts kicked on the spot as if they had lost their minds, and the raised flying monsters jumped up into the sky and then fell straight down.

When the team lay down like weeds, Gema rolled up the steel whip, turned and left.

The setting sun turned blood red, the smoke of war hadn't completely diffused on the southern battlefield, and sporadic celestial wonders were still hanging by the clouds.

A comet accompanied by a flame-like mist rose from the ground, shooting from the center of the cliff to the distant and unobservable sky.

This beam of light was so far away that even the mages far away on the battlefield next door could feel the ominous omen.

Gema locked his eyes. "There's nothing wrong with praying, and the Bridges of Greed didn't lie to me, they really exist, and destruction is the basis for rebuilding."

He said to the cliff that had already been outlined with complex patterns by the light.

The corpses lying in the wasteland gradually became shriveled and rotted, and black air waves seeped out from the cracks in the ground, carrying the stench that only Shouhua could emit.

And in the middle of this burial of destruction that was brewing, that cliff actually exuded a sacred luster that was completely different from the surrounding atmosphere.

Selina once said:

The Sword of the Ruins symbolizes a little-known secret history. At that time, humans and other races were once united under the call of an object to participate in a war that affected the entire Usua continent.

The ruins that Gema found, as well as the key to activate the life cycle magic, are all remnants of that war.

He didn't know what the pattern gathered on the cliff was.

It is like a tree with fuzzy edges and corners outlined on some kind of mural, even a little luxuriant, and at the bottom of the trunk of this tree, which is the core of the magic circle activated by the blood sacrifice just now, condensed a ball.

This is what Gema was waiting for.

He took out the container he had prepared in advance and kept the ball of light in it. When it was taken out, the beam of light that soared into the sky was also extinguished.

Gema turned around and saw that the nearly 2000-man army had been covered by black mist.

Their bodies seemed to have mutated to varying degrees, merging with the souls buried deep in the soil, and gradually turning into monsters that couldn't look like humans.

Life was sucked out by the powerful magic circle and stored on the ball of light in Gema's hand.

The part of the soldiers that symbolized "life" was emptied, and the curse of hunting and falling around them was naturally absorbed in, occupying the original body, and also mixed with the souls of those who did not want to rest in the ground. in……

The monster army was born.

"Look, you have received the inheritance. This is the blessing of ancient history. Your current army is the strongest. There is no whispering, no noise, only pure goals..."

Gema rode on the mount with blood-red pupils, and hid the light ball in the middle of the armor's interlayer.

He tried to find the two leaders of the Moritz tribe in the team, but except for a few monsters that looked a bit similar, he didn't get much.

"It's a pity that you will never understand the meaning of sacrifice."

The gloom between Gema's brows became deeper, he turned to the other side of the road, and shrugged contemptuously.

After the whispers belonging to the living people disappeared, this guy started talking to himself. It was hard to say what psychological changes would occur after experiencing the picture of thousands of people dying collectively.

"We need to move forward," he continued. "It's still one step away, I'm going to kill her now."

……

"Did you hear that just now? There seems to be blood in the wind."

Said Siti Ethani, looking at the sky.

"Stay still, Warspear," Mesut said, holding the straps and potion. "Can you not bleed? Who do you think you are, who can bear the thorns of that monster? Don't die!"

She rambled on, but didn't expect Zhan Jing to listen.

Sidi upholds the principle of doing things by herself, and even at the moment when the scale of the alliance continues to expand, she still maintains the original tradition. Just now she rode a knife-tailed cat to fight with a hunting leader who was covered with sharp knife-like thorns.

If it wasn't for Tomio and Wusenbu who were behind to help out, the monster might have chopped off Sidi's head.

"We have to prove our courage to our new friends. Mesut, you understand that this kind of process is indispensable. Only when you become reckless can your teammates trust you with their backs."

City's eyes remained fixed on the horizon as she spoke.

There are nearly 2000 people in their alliance, and the forces covering several tribes were taken away by Gema. They have not been seen since the temporary assembly a week ago.

"Who do you think it sounds like?"

Mesut suddenly stopped bandaging.

Hume is still naked from the upper body, and the scales of the Frostspeaker can resist the severe cold and bestow courage.

When he approached, he saw deep scars that were visible to the bones, but Sidi still kept her expression unchanged, sighed and said, "Nizi, what do you want to prove, should you say that you lived like Ken, or that you were Want to prove your ability to him?"

"Why do you all want to talk about him?"

City was a little depressed, and seemed unwilling to talk about Ken.

She was about to stand up.

Countless comets with flame trails were moving, slowly drifting over everyone's heads.

"This...what happened...what..."

Siti, Mesut, and other alliance fighters all raised their heads, watching the object with deadly high temperature pass by. Everyone's eyes drew an arc above their heads, and finally pointed to the mountains behind them a hundred miles away.

The meteor smashed the mountain peaks, destroying the land and the mountain roads.

A dense cloud of flames rose from the place where the meteor appeared, and the huge sound waves of the collision, as well as the heart-pounding vibrations, continued to amplify from the other end.

(End of this chapter)