Othua's War Banner

Chapter 478 0477: Black Triumph
The news of the comeback of the undead wave spread throughout the Red Maple Highlands.

The chaos of the Beishan Alliance reminded Yi Luona of the time when the Fengyan tribe was hit hard...

It was an ominous thought, but her heart had been pounding since this morning.

The triumphant return of the Battle Banners was interrupted by a powerful wave of undead that suddenly emerged from the south. The huge number and complex types of enemies made the victory in the northern battlefield meaningless.

The number of hunters has not decreased at all, and the crisis has not been contacted, and the situation has become more severe.

The passage that could have been able to withdraw from the dome was blocked, Palotus has been cut off from the south, and the life and death of the Sidi Battle Banner and most of the members of the North Mountain Alliance are uncertain.

Yi Luona ran desperately, fear welling up in her heart.

While the Beishan Alliance was waiting anxiously, Gema Zhanjing returned and presided over everything within the alliance. Only he survived the mountain of corpses and returned to the inside of the dome.

"Sitty was harmed by the secret technique of the people of southern Xinjiang. They have planned for a long time, and now a large number of troops are pouring into the high wall..."

The news that Gema brought back was consistent with what the Warrings had heard before they lost their scouts.

Everyone was discussing, the inside of the dome was blown into paste, and Yi Luona broke free from the angry and restless crowd, and ran along the roads of the Red Maple Highland town, but what she was afraid of was not hunting, nor was she going against City Gema...

It was something that stalked him in the air, a black psychic haunted by evil thoughts.

When Yi Luona observed carefully, she didn't see anything unusual, but she knew that the psychic was still there, and she was already on alert, and the cold wind blowing around instantly became malicious.

By the time she backed down, the Beishan Alliance had been united by anger.

It is a fact that the people from southern Xinjiang invaded Palotusbi. After losing the protection of the ancient tribes, the permafrost wall became useless. The city-state and kingdom armies gathered, trampled on the farmland, and forcibly recruited the villagers to serve as labor force to dig out the mines that belonged to them. .

When the ruins of the Red Maple Heights opened, it attracted countless wise masters.

Now the situation of this group of people has become extremely embarrassing. They are struggling to analyze the ancient treasures contained in the ruins, while their kingdom has launched an attack towards a more meaningful strategic goal.

Some people had evacuated the dome long ago, and left dimly before the outbreak of the southern hunting fall.

But those like Burke did not move. After all, his Kingdom Mountain is far away, and it is impossible to come to invade the northern border at this time. Scholars who are in a similar situation to him mostly choose to stay.

Of course, the part that leaves is the majority.

The battle flags triumphantly accompanied by praise and the horn of the beast, but the smiles that were originally used to celebrate the victory are now frozen, and everyone walks like biting a blade.

When people from southern Xinjiang pass by the army, they will be met with malicious eyes.

As soon as the tribal leaders entered the dome, they began to pack their equipment, sharpen their swords, and recruit those wanderers who had no leader or were willing to trade their skills for food and clothing.

Zhan Jing was very anxious, eager to return to his hometown, and anxious to take back the land from the people of southern Xinjiang.

Those who uncovered the mystery were even more anxious. After all, Roxani had already started to attack, and all the curtains were lifted in the hunting and oppressive situation. How long this protective layer over everyone's heads can last... No one knows.

Flengundo is the one who hides the most.

The original celebration banquet became dull after the news of the hunting fall, but the battle signal rally was held as scheduled.

Selina was invited to attend the appointment in full dress and a veil. Before this gathering, Frengundo hadn't had contact with the Uncoverer organization for a long, long time.

"Now the conflict between the southern border and the northern border is very fierce, you have to be careful."

Wei, who was wearing a white scholar's attire, followed closely behind, and leaned over to remind the teacher softly.

"Mr. Frengundo will never show weakness, and all our arrangements for Roxani have not worked. He is starting to be impatient, which is not good!"

Selina nodded slightly, then summoned the cushion that held the magic weapon, put on gloves for herself, and matched it with a bright red gemstone.

She walked into the open square in the middle of the ruins, and the luxurious decorations and awe-inspiring aura instantly attracted a lot of attention.

Aaron, who had been looking forward to it for a long time, almost stared out his eyes
The huge crystal that runs through the entire ruins is still flickering, contributing light to the ruins. Candlewalkers lit huge candles made of secret oil all around. shake……

Frangandor sat quietly on the top step, his steel helmet at hand.

He is the silent mountain, silent in the shadows for mortals to admire and discuss.

The scraggly hair was tied up with something indiscriminately, with black and red mixed with a white background. The things tied up were not rope or satin, but the inner lining torn from the corpse.

From the corner of her eye, Selina flew around the orc battle banner.

Those who can stand on the platform are the most powerful leaders of Palotusbi, including Hawser who is carrying the armor in front of Aaron, and several old men who are silent next to each other.

Rena is a half-breed in the wilderness, and his face is very similar to that of the residents of the Dua tribe, with deformed organs.

Bi and Ang are deadly rivals who have fought for the snow seed vine for generations. People say that they are the duplicates of Frengundal and Hawser, but these two are entangled with the spirits of the forest. They have no pupils in their eyes. Only dim light.

The Khajiso have no feet, just satin phantoms hanging down to the ground.

Their war banners floated not far in front of Selina, as if they were trying some kind of space magic, which Selina saw.

And of course the two sisters who fought all their lives.

The muscles of the two of them can turn into rocks, and they look tougher than wilderness bears. It is said that the number of lovers is countless, and it is also one of the things that people in the northern border like to ridicule...

Selina swept over calmly, and there were many more, standing from the top of the steps to the flat ground at the bottom.

The mottled and peeling floor paintings were trampled under the feet of the war banners of the small tribe.

This group of people simply does not know how to appreciate the forging art of dwarf craftsmen.

Frengundo waved.

All the flames around the hall turned from pale to orange, and even the crystal pillar in the center of the ruins also dimmed, as if recognizing the right of the orc battle banner.

The Old Gods allowed him to call and preside over the Battlesignal Council.

Selina's position is below the rows of ancient murals on the rightmost platform, and the sole of her feet is slightly higher than the square.

She felt like a singing boy in the favorite small theater of the nobles in southern Xinjiang. As long as she swayed to the rhythm and opened her mouth again, she could make the ladies cover their mouths and laugh...

Selina sighed, blowing up her blouse slightly.

There are many old men around her, all covered in huge exaggerated masks and loose furs, they are the oldest group of priests.

(End of this chapter)