Othua's War Banner

Chapter 485 0484: Say hello to me, chop suey
"Wait, who's attacking?"

The warlocks clinging around the battlefield whispered, and several followers of the ancient battle banner immediately flickered to the commanding heights to follow the magic track.

"There is almost a fight ahead, we don't want to be the fuse of the war, let the killers keep silent, the necromancer and the wind howl assassin are all withdrawn from the front line!"

The red gold-clad pendant on the commander's body, the mask made of bones and the weapon engraved with inscriptions all symbolize the extraordinary status.

"Our sentry post is covered by the hide top on the second layer of red maple wood."

The scout emerged from the darkness, holding down the magic circle on the wall with one hand, like a shadow in the water leaning over and whispering next to the commander.

He said: "It may just be a miss, but this power has been accumulated for a long time. We did not arrange this kind of sneak attack. Over there...that is the Beishan Alliance's own people. I mean, it is the people arranged by Gema Zhanjing."

The commander's white sheep mask was like a sculpture in the air.

He is thinking.

He is the leader of the Tubei tribe, the voice of the ancient tribe in this area, and the most powerful commander around. "Let Maharu go in alone. Let's keep an eye out here and don't create friction with the people from southern Xinjiang."

A moment before the magic circle faded out of sight, he grabbed the opponent and added.

"Strengthen patrols, patrols of our own people, beware of other things."

There was silence in the air.

The muscles in the chest of the orc law enforcement officer swelled, and there were more and more murderous eyes around him. The soldiers of the kingdom were already gathering to charge, and the mercenaries were angry at the sneak attack just now.

Just before the outbreak of the war, a road appeared in the defense line of the tribal coalition forces.

"You go in."

That's what the invincible law enforcement officer said just now.

Ken slowly took his hand back from the handle of the tomahawk, and then put it on the reins quietly, and then saw Sidi's adjutant waiting for him in the middle of the open space after the crowd retreated.

Everyone knows who she is, and the armor of the War Banner Guards and the tear-stained face can't be faked.

Almost all the Zhanjing that Ken knew before wanted to see him, but among those acquaintances, only Mesut hadn't made any sound for two days, like a bird that lost its song.

He turned over and dismounted, and retracted the [Law Code Ring] from the mount.

The survivors of the Beishan Alliance are all nervously paying attention to the situation, and she is determined to go to the ruins with Ken - to prove that the purgatory really exists, and the truth that has been bloody.

Ken draped the overnight blanket beside her saddle over her, leaving the faded hedron in Mesut's palm as he brushed over her frostbitten spot.

She needs support for remembrance more than herself.

Ken let the fire burn his soul, he didn't need to grieve.

……

The road to the ruins was full of warriors from various tribes, surrounded by giant beasts with fangs and totems. The tribe soldiers who had only heard of it in rumors were all on both sides of the road at this time.

The oppression of those voices was more terrifying than landslides.

Mesut had never observed an ancient tribe so closely, not one, let alone a large group.

The two of them were surrounded by threatening and suspicious eyes, countless terrifying and powerful fighters, magicians, and assassins, well-known hunters and servants of the wind...

She was even a little unsteady on her feet.

Mesut had never imagined such a scene, so many powerful and expensive weapons, so many beasts and monsters, so many complex and majestic totems.

This impact made her gasp, but she did not forget her mission amid threats and oppression.

Ken took her to the ruins very calmly. Unlike any previous visits, he was about to pass through the broken colonnade boulder and pass through the central gate.

Even if he didn't expand his gray vision, he could still feel countless souls with killing intent approaching him.

"There is a rally of battle flags inside, people from southern Xinjiang, stop your footsteps."

Mesut heard many voices that disgusted her, and the source of this voice was a few well-dressed porcupine warriors-they were Gema's lieutenants and leaders, that is, a group of dogs who were in the same boat.

Anger rose in her heart, as well as endless grievances.

Ken ignored Mesut and moved forward slowly. He blocked Mesut and motioned her to follow him.

"Hey, didn't you hear, Nanjiang..."

Before the speaker could finish speaking, he found his head hit the mount's skull, and the porcupine's uncleaned thorn root pierced his head with several horrible gaps.

The pupil of the leading rider next to him slowly narrowed, because he seemed to see the man lift his foot.

The porcupine lay on its back with an exaggerated arc, and brought its owner together to become a bloody corpse on the ground. The blood of humans and beasts is so similar, as long as it is mixed with pickled things, it will not be able to tell the original blood. identity.

"Come... Come on, people from Southern Border want to break in..."

Bloodshot eyes appeared around the lead rider's eyes, saliva was flying from his mouth, and he called for help in the depths of the cool corridor.

Ken inserted his bare hands into the wild boar's throat like he was strangling a hare. When the terrifying sound of breaking came, the blood-stained hand had dragged the rider down and pressed him firmly into the wall.

His eyes remained fixed on the depths of the corridor, but his footsteps did not listen.

The Gema dog was pushed forward in the corridor like this, and the convulsions lasted only for a moment, and then only the corpse and blood remained.

Ken let go and let out a breath.

The corridor is dark red, not because of magic, but because of the dense crowd of people, to be precise, a group of well-equipped and unfathomable ancient tribal attendants.

The magic and power of Palotusbi are soaked in their blood.

"Ken."

A familiar voice came.

There were vacancies around Aaron, and those guys who wore masks or covered their bodies with totem tattoos gave him face, but the wall was airtight, and there were more footsteps coming.

There was regret and reluctance on his face.

"I... what should I do, I know what you will do, and there is nothing I can do..."

The sadness in Aron's eyes was real.

He held a slow magic ball in his hand, crushed it lightly, and the dust in the bricks of the entire corridor poured out, as if a heavy hammer had hit the ruins.

Mesut almost fainted, the powerful magic concussion made her tinnitus.

Ailon was still very merciful, but several people from the Beishan Alliance around him were arguing to kill the Southern Xinjiang people in front of them. "Can I beg you again, go back, okay... Do you know what it means to kill people in public during the battle flag rally?"

"You are not qualified to forgive him!"

"What you want to do, Aaron, is taboo."

"Is the Old Testament in the Northern Territory something this southern border dog can trample on?"

……

Aaron's words aroused the anger of the crowd, and everyone wanted to denounce Ken and drag his body to the hall for trial, but some voices became quiet, as if they wanted to kill him during the chaos.

"Okay," Ken said.

Aaron almost doubted his ears.

　Reload, anti-piracy oh.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)