Othua's War Banner

Chapter 487 0486: Rally to declare war

Ken stood on the platform at the top of the stone steps, level with the ancient battle banners, also bathed in the splendor emitted by the giant crystal.

He had amber eyes, dull and gray as wolf fur, and a voice like that of a beast.

"Come down for me, Nanjiang people, this step... this position... is not prepared for you!"

Gema gritted his teeth and let out a sound of jealousy. He stretched out his hand angrily, and the scabbard at the end of the metal steel whip pointed straight at him, while deep breathing and unbelievable sounds of emotion came from around.

Ken withdrew his hand suddenly, the tomahawk slashed through the air and made a collision sound, and the bursting sparks slowly fell from the gap between the two.

He stared into Gema's eyes like he was staring at a night bug illuminated by light, struggling sadly but receiving no sympathy: "Do you know what it means to wave your weapon at the god's battle banner during the rally?" ?It means going to war with the North, and it means betraying the old gods and beliefs."

The bloodshot state in Gema's eyes became more serious.

His face twitched, utterly annoyed that Ken was right. "You damn thing, it's all lies. This old god's mighty power was forged by some kind of witchcraft. How could people from southern Xinjiang be selected!"

"If you don't choose me, who should it be for?" Ken asked.

"Give it to me, it should be me!"

The intermittent laughter carried madness distorted by jealousy, the dazzling light was blocked by Ken, and a small part shone on Gema's sweaty face through the gap.

"I know what you people in southern Xinjiang are thinking, conspiracy, shameful ambition, and..."

Gema clenched his teeth, and let every word come out from the gap between his teeth, with saliva and growl. "There's still my place!"

His power-obsessed appearance was extremely ugly, and the battle banners around the platform showed expressions of disgust, but everyone hadn't recovered from the contradiction between Ken's face in the southern border and the newly born "Shenqi" in the northern border.

"Purgatory Copper Cliff, familiar?" Ken said that he was not affected by the madness and restlessness in his heart.

Even his heartbeat is calm now, when a certain idea is infinitely magnified, he won't care about other things, he just wants to destroy Gema now.

What Gema cares about is what he wants to destroy, not just depriving this miserable life.

"Purgatory Copper Cliff, have you heard of it?"

When Ken reported the place name.

Horde warbands are on alert around several neutral camps, for this is the most forbidding forbidden place at the southern tip of the Usua continent.

"Which one is more important, Guma?" Ken poked him with a judgmental look. "Status is still the responsibility of being a warring!"

Uncomfortably flashed across Gema's face, he didn't know how much Ken knew, but he didn't intend to admit it, so he raised his head and tried to stand up more confidently.

"Two notorious looters escaped from prison and returned to the northern border half a year ago. They were well-informed and snatched two weapons hidden in the cargo that were going to be given to a certain northern battle banner."

Ken saw a momentary cloud over Gema's face.

"I heard that when you won the cloak of the Lord of the Hunting, you were the most famous spearman in Sharp Ice Bay... and the adjutant who has been with you for many years..."

Ken's every word echoed around, he paused intentionally, and then looked under the table.

A whirlwind of restlessness surged in the center of the hall, and the crowd looked for each other and moved around, isolating a burly [Ice and Snow Bladebreaker] in the middle like an ebbing tide.

"I, I don't know, who are we judging?"

The strong man is Gema's deputy, and the best tomahawk heavy cavalry in the Beishan Alliance.

Mr. Mahalu's achievements have long been spread throughout the Red Maple Heights, and the focus of discussion among them is the two weapons carried by his subordinates, all of which are legendary.

The battle spear, Qi Ya's curtain thunder.

Tomahawk, Avalanche of Lorraine.

Ken's merciless hints and onlookers' whispered comments stung Gema, and went deep into the bones of his dignity. He trembled and vaguely remembered the one-eyed Pistonk knight.

"You use your identity and bloodline to target me, so why are you trying to curry favor with the southern border kingdoms?"

Ken's voice was steady and powerful, like a knife slowly being pushed into the heart, and those battle flags who made an alliance with Gema seemed to be secretly regretting.

Some people believe it, some doubt it, but this kind of speculation is always nothing.

Gema wants to kill Ken:

"You gather the army and compete for the resources of the tribe. You, you have appeared in the wilderness before the appearance of Shuluo. You tell me, a group of people from southern Xinjiang are rushing to the wilderness in full gear. What else can you do? You definitely have something in your heart Ghost, you..."

Gema stood on the steps incoherently.

Compassion and contempt gradually rose in Ken's eyes. It felt like trampling the dignity of the leader who once cherished honor under his feet and turning him into dross.

Gema began to be afraid of these eyes, so he turned around and wanted to continue to arouse the emotions of the audience.

When he turned around, he found that the entire magnificent underground square had a dignified atmosphere. With thoughts and doubts, no one asked questions, nor continued to discuss in a low voice, as if the truth could surface without going back.

Gema's fig leaf was torn off by himself.

Mesut looked at the tall and thin old man in front of her, and felt a sharp pain in her heart, and that kind of piercing sadness and disappointment flowed through the whole province, until she trembled while holding the bloodstone-decorated arm.

"You... how dare you... speak out loud..."

Breathing slowly through her tears, she tried to speak, forcing critical words out of her throbbing chest.

"Huh... wave of undead, when they rushed over, the life magic weapon you threw hung above our heads like a furnace, and the compatriots you took away all turned into monsters, and their bodies were occupied by strange souls. But when he drew his sword against us, he was cruel and ruthless..."

Mesut's voice gradually became slower, every word was heartbreaking.

"Do you know the number of those hunters? Gema, do you know what it's like to run around without sleep for two days?"

She wanted to move forward, but the strength that supported her progress was exhausted, and she collapsed and knelt in front of the huge crystal, in the oldest and most sacred assembly of Palotusbi, facing all the incumbent gods and battle banners... …

"Screams, dead souls, but those who were injured, used their own flesh and blood to block the monster's mouth, and every day, a part of the team was devoured alive."

She didn't want to show cowardice, even though she was exhausted and had just escaped from hell, she still held her neck high.

Mesut's roar was full of annoyance and despair. "What do you want us to do!"

The onlookers didn't know what to say.

The other battle flags attending the Beishan Alliance covered their tearful eyes. They didn't know what happened on the battlefield at all. When they thought of the dead clansmen, their bravest fighters.

Holding the bloodstone pendant in his hand, Mesut recounted in the central square of the rally the tragedy of the city's battle banner being bestowed by the gods and dying.

Ken had no expression on his face, but the wound in his heart began to ooze blood.

The remark made him remember every detail of the journey. The scorched body of City before death, the weight taken by the flames and sacrifices, and the residual heat remaining between the lips became clear again.

"I'm going to kill you... livestock!"

The banner of the Beishan Alliance almost broke out of the encirclement.

He was stopped by his companions because the trial was not in progress, but he still spat towards the steps, and many people beside him pulled out the weapons they had prepared at their waists.

"We should have been by her side. Without City, do you think this alliance can still exist!"

The emotional crowd began to question Gema on the steps.

Gema's remaining pride was torn to pieces.

The status hidden in the fantasy has been devalued to be worthless at this time.

The dense crowd in the center of the assembly square...

Gema can see the followers retreating and dodging, the enemies who are gnashing their teeth, the allies who are full of righteous indignation, and the irrelevant tribes who are watching all the stories and shaking their heads to discuss.

"You don't think this is over, do you, Guma?"

Ken's voice came from behind.

And the young man finally began to taste the desperation in the guy's eyes.

From the ancient tribe floated out a strange-looking guy who was suspended in the air and had no feet.

"Stop, don't forget your place, boy, this is the assembly... Sin needs trial and discussion, not death."

This statement is noble and fair.

"Heh, heh."

Ken also spat blood on the carved floor tiles that could be regarded as antiques. "Then what do you think we were discussing just now?"

"Pay attention to your etiquette, Nanjiang..."

The two grumpy sisters in the north stared for a moment, and one of them burst out.

Her tribe had also fought bloody Pistonke, so she didn't like the young man's face at all.

Although she retracted her inappropriate remarks in time, her tone did not soften.

"The rally of battle flags is a tradition, you must abide by it, your words and deeds are related to your identity, and there are corresponding consequences behind every action."

"as a result of?"

Ken turned around and stared at her, and questioned without regard for etiquette in the full view of everyone and surrounded by ancient battle banners. "My tribe and I are paying the price for our words and deeds every day. What do you think we have come this way?"

There was no timidity in his eyes, nor was there any concession in his tone.

"When you were talking in the dome, did you consider that there were still people outside in the wilderness flooded by the tide of undead? When those civilians were killed by hunting, you were still discussing traditions and conflicts with the people of southern Xinjiang! "

Ken aimed his tomahawk at Gema's head.

"I don't disdain this status at all. I don't want the respect of any of you, and I don't long for your duplicity in friendship and alliance. What I want is blood for blood!"

As Ken said, he turned around and was about to walk down the steps, and there was an uproar around the hall.

But he responded to those who wanted to speak with cold eyes, and even raised his arms to brew magic, threatening the well-dressed witch priest under the wall.

Ken was condescending and walked towards Gema aggressively.

"You like traditions and rules, so according to the Old Testament of the Northern Territory, I am a divine revelation. I am now officially declaring war on the Beishan Alliance on behalf of the Santon Kaya Tribe, and under the witness of the ancient assembly, I will have a holy bloody battle with you! "

He stared at Gema like a giant wolf opening its mouth.

"Don't run away, beast, remind me of the creatures you buried, think of the girl who was burned to ashes... stand up and face me, you bastard!"

Rage made Ken grip the ax tightly.

He roared and raised the twilight, the cold light reflected the light from the giant crystal. "I just want you dead!"

"Okay, then come on, you ruined everything about me, Nanjiang people!"

Gema's roar and Ken's roar echoed around the square.

The erupting blue flames were accompanied by a clear and loud wolf howl, and many warrings knew this kind of fluctuation-they would feel that there would be no problem, and something extremely dangerous was about to appear.

But Ken still didn't turn into a monster.

Gema staggered up to meet the challenge, but it was only the first confrontation. The already broken steel whip was cut off by Ken directly, and the sparks from the iron were very clear in the dim hall.

The huge collision almost dislocated Gema's shoulder.

He barely recovered to his standing position, trying to continue to parry, to meet Ken's first attack after summoning the wolf spirit.

Gema once challenged according to the tradition left by the hunting lord, and hunted a certain number of giant beasts before he got the cloak that symbolizes the highest honor.

The beast spirit in his body was stirring, but the consciousness of the wolf flooded his mind, causing all summons to be blocked.

Gema has forgotten the freedom and naturalness of wandering in the wasteland, and the most authentic fighting skills.

He's been obsessed with nonsense for too long
Ken's vertical slashing action caught Gema's eyes. He felt that there was still a gap to avoid, but his body was heavy and hard to move. The blood extended from the ribs with severe pain, and the blood splashed on the ancient floor tiles inside the ruins.

A cold feeling shot out from the body.

Gema suddenly realized the problem of his age, and thought, if he was young, he would definitely be able to avoid the trick just now.

He let out a low growl like a trapped beast, forcing the beast spirit and magic power to heal the wound, just as he was about to draw out the spare gold-clad knife at his waist, he was hit on the head by an elbow flying over from his backhand.

Blood mist burst out in front of Gema's eyes, and he lay on his back and fell heavily to the ground.

Ken's footsteps walking over with his tomahawk were so clear, like wood being hammered on ice bricks one after another, and the sound of clear water echoing in those cracked ice holes.

Gema went back to countless winters before in a whirl.

He could think of the confidence he had when he killed the giant beast, and when he executed the beast that harmed the tribe... his footsteps were also firm.

"Why... ah... since when did I become something to be executed..."

The blood in Gema's mouth hindered his pronunciation.

His consciousness of being knocked away quickly fell back, and several figures flashed during the period - there was the old Athani who was not dead, there was the young Sidi running towards him, and many, many companions from the tribe.

Finally, frozen in the darkness... was Ken's face.

Ken said, "Don't talk, I hope you will repent, because it's too late."

Then the tomahawk was raised again and again, and the blood and shocking trembling began to echo.

　Reload it, it seems that the overwriting of the scheduled manuscript has failed.

　　If it's still messy later, just Aite me in the group.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)