Othua's War Banner

Chapter 484 0483: The Shouter

Ken Bouvier made his way through the shoulder-to-shoulder crowd.

The towns attached to the entire Red Maple Heights have entered the [war preparation state]. For the survivors who have just returned alive from the tide of undead, everything here seems serene and quiet.

There are towering ceiling snow furnaces, stone brick mud roads, abandoned steel, and old and worn furs.

All kinds of buildings made of complex materials stand around the streets and rugged gentle slopes, splicing into an abstract village. All the places that should be ignored in the picture are dotted with snow, which makes the vision saturated.

Tribal soldiers preparing to fight the southern Xinjiang people trampled the ground with pits and holes.

The mercenary team seemed to be melting snow in the mountains, and gradually diverted to the nearby military formations and guild formations, and then the survivors of the Beishan Alliance passed through the dome one after another.

Ken rode the wolf quietly in the wind, and the tribal soldiers passing by had different expressions.

Some people bowed their heads and prayed as they passed by, some whispered crazy and messy ravings, some thanked him or even blessed him softly, and some fled from the side shivering, their hands and feet were cold, and seeing a wolf's head was like seeing a ghost...

Ken waited silently. With him around, no Southern Border soldier wanted to act rashly.

No one knows exactly what he went through. Everyone can tell that Mr. Mahalu is in a bad mood. The appearance of him and the survivors seems to have shattered some of the rumors that were raging, but what the Southern Border Commander is concerned about is...

How on earth did he cross the wave of undead?

Most people would not want to waste time in a world of ice and snow if they could make it back outside the high permafrost wall alive.

Ken was surrounded by gazes, but stares and gossip couldn't penetrate the wolf-headed mask.

"Stop, leader of the Southern Xinjiang people!"

The heavy roar and rough roar stopped Ken and his steed in place.

He raised his head, and found that there were two smooth Islamic war spears staggered in front of him. The mottled handles were at least three steps long, aiming at his heart with a chilling light like fangs.

Holding the spears are two black-armored orcs, with blood-red pupils, full and cracked strange skin, and every breath is like a stormy sea.

The monsters they were riding were all covered in spiked armor, and the knights were more than twice as tall as Ken. Not to mention ordinary soldiers, even the reckless hunters who had crawled in the swamp would be killed. The magistrates of Flengundur were suffocating.

Ken fastened the buckle on the back of the wolf's head, without answering, and touched the side of the armor with his other hand.

His fingers brushed against the smooth and hard arc of the armor, and then touched the decoration made of [corresponding bloodstone] on the extended back buckle strap.

Those few discolored ores made his heart throb, and the tough spider silk was also floating.

It was the only thing Ken had left of City's memory, so his hand moved back even faster, with Twilight on the side of the armor.

"You better get out of the way."

Suddenly a young voice shouted from the crowd.

The orc law enforcement officer and Ken stopped their movements at the same time.

Kuima and Langz turned their heads when they heard the voice, and they saw Lorgar squeezed out of the mercenary ranks. He was a bit haggard, and he obviously hadn't been idle in the past few days.

Both the kingdom soldiers and the tribe warriors looked sideways at him.

Lorgar came out panting, and after a short pause, he continued: "You are not blind, are you? The people who went in just now were from the Beishan Alliance. Those dazzling and stupid lies are over here. Let Mr. Maharu go in and confront him."

Ken turned on his steed.

In front of him was the dome, next to him was the battle axe, and the wolf-head mask blocked his expression, but he couldn't escape Lorgar's eyes—he probably knew Ken's intentions better than anyone else.

"You talkative brat, no one can cross the line set by the banner."

"Oh, Frengundo will also be afraid." Lorgar twitched his shoulders with a sneer, and the surrounding kingdom soldiers and adventurers all raised their eyebrows, surprised at his daring to provoke the law enforcement officer.

"You want to be the dog of the Southern Xinjiang people!"

One of the orcs repeated the post-battle, the voice piercing through the visored half-helm, becoming even more monstrously monstrous.

Lorgar stood up straight, without avoiding his dark skin and the characteristics of other northerners, and continued, "I'm really saving your poor life."

"We are always ready to fight you group of Southern Xinjiang people with evil intentions!"

"Please remember, it's preparation. The order given to you by your battle banner is preparation..." Lorgar pulled out the knife at his waist, and Kuima and Langz also showed their weapons.

Without hesitation, Collins slowly drew out his brand new saber as he stepped forward.

A neat movement of steel friction was set off among the mercenaries.

The line that had left room for it dropped sharply, and the approaching breaths could almost collide with each other, while the mounts and the flying monsters intertwined in the sky dropped blood-stained feathers...

Ken stood in the middle of the storm, slowly closing his fingers on the handle of the tomahawk.

The law enforcement officer of Flengundo began to hesitate. He had the courage to die, but he didn't get the order, and he began to doubt himself.

Luo Jia's sword is very ordinary, and the armor is not expensive, but the words he speaks are full of confidence.

He knew what had happened to his battle banner, and he could see the escaping black mist rolling past the angry clouds.

Lorgar had investigated the significance of the Warspawn Gathering.

He hoped that his king would go to that occasion, so he dared to challenge and snatch all the words. He thought that the current Ken should not waste any words on this kind of scumbag.

Quema and Langz were right behind the brothers, holding two [legendary] level weapons in their hands.

There was commotion on the tribal front.

"If Frengundo is not afraid, why did he refuse the appearance of another person present? If you are planning to go to war, then you are preparing to smear blood on the sword. Let's fight with real swords and guns."

When Lorgar spoke, his footsteps still stepped on the dome, and the swords of those Nanzo soldiers also made ripples on the huge barrier.

A purple thunder refracted through the mottled wall, and then shot at him with a death threat.

The attack was fierce and swift, the light suddenly dimmed, and the people around seemed to blink their eyes, or an afterimage flashed past, but that thing could kill people.

Bang, bang—

The passion of the blood on the brain slowed down Lorgar's reaction.

When he, Kuima and the others reacted, the thunderbolt exploded in front of them.

The bursting flames rolled all over the ground, and more and more beating magics were gnawing at the soil, and the subsequent roar was the sound of cracking floor tiles, and the smoke and dust rolled up...

"Thank... huh, thank you."

Lorgar's heart was beating wildly.

Ken's right arm was stretched straight out, the glove was intact, and his fingers made a bone explosion sound. He was rubbing the residue of the magic assassination. He is the center of the circle.

Lorgar was unharmed.

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