Othua's War Banner

Chapter 488 0487: The Battle of Santonkaya
In the ancient ruins covered by frozen soil, it was as dark as night.

The ancient crystal embedded in the wall shines in all directions, and in the square with the wind-eroded floor, the shadows of the gods and inheritance battle banners are stretched very long.

Gema lay quietly at the bottom of the steps.

The black blood spread to the surroundings, eerie and terrifying, only when it was illuminated by the candles in the gaps of the crowd or the light from the crystals would it turn into a dazzling crimson.

Even the well-informed and well-informed warriors still have no way to deal with what happened just now.

Half a day ago, Gema was the leader of Beishan Alliance who had just inherited his position, enjoying the honor of being surrounded by everyone, but just now, he was brutally beaten to death in the most sacred and ancient ceremony of Palotusbi.

【You broke into the meeting of the Warringers, and the tribal leaders headed by Frengundo are staring at you. 】

Ken slashed him with all his might.

No one had the courage to open their mouths to stop them.

The battle flags witnessed the anger hidden in the young man's body, and they were distracted by the eagerness and release, so that no one noticed that Gema lost his life just a few times when he raised the axe.

This is what Aaron saw when he appeared at the corner of the square.

He even heard a few Vila people at the end discussing the situation: "I can't believe it, we just watched people from southern Xinjiang execute a compatriot in public."

"Gema is a traitor and deserves what he deserves."

"But this is Palotusbi, and it's not up to the people of southern Xinjiang to rule on the lynching. Even a formal declaration of war is hard for me to accept."

……

The commotion began on the tenth breath after Gema's death.

The war banners spread out one after another, isolating Ken at the junction of the steps and the square, away from his shadow cast by the crystal, and at the same time closing the huge broken gate.

Six takos were tied with neat leather saddles, and moved two pieces of stones tens of meters high until there was no gap left for a fist.

The instinct of hatred and long-standing prejudice directed everyone to focus on Ken. When the young man slowly raised his head from the bloodthirsty revenge, the horn of judgment sounded, and the weapon with the chiseled seal was already in his hand. in the hands of the audience.

"I beg him to be a signal for war," said one of the two northern sisters.

"Chop off the head," another echoed.

Ken looked at the staring strangers around him, absurdity arose in his heart, and disappointment flowed through his body, until the fingers on the tomahawk slowly retracted to the extreme.

"Silent, traditional, he is the revelation of the winter mother."

The Witch Priests are the most loyal defenders of the Old Testament in the northern region, knocking on expensive and ancient staffs, suppressing the rekindled restlessness in the hall.

"Look at this face, there shouldn't be one of us..."

"What?" Ken turned his head and strangled the speaker's tongue with cold eyes. "An outlier? Excuse me, but I'm obviously not the strangest person here."

The Kajisuo tribe floating in the air and Bi Heang, who has the characteristics of a few tribes, all looked at him.

The speaker seemed a little annoyed, and scolded: "Shut your mouth, you are not qualified to speak, cunning people from southern Xinjiang, we will know what your intentions are in sneaking into Palotusby!"

"Of course he is entitled to speak," said Hawser.

Beside the light of the ancient crystal, there flows the overflowing energy of the leader of the Janzelis tribe, and the powerful magic affects the surrounding taboos.

The audience was in an uproar.

In fact, not all the war banners in the Northern Territory are antiques.

Some tribes rely on neutral camps to develop and grow, and they have also met and made friends with many honest and kind-hearted adventurers in the southern border. Some people even hire bounty hunters during the hunting season.

Beast blood bones, ice minerals, fur products...

These are the main commodities of Palotusbi's foreign trade. After years of running-in contact, many visitors from southern Xinjiang have gained the friendship and even respect of the tribe.

Unable to hold back, the Kingdom of Southern Border has never given up on invading the Northern Territory overtly or secretly, so that kind of hatred is deeply rooted.

Some warrings are skeptical about killing Ken.

They didn't participate in the siege, but they didn't take the initiative to speak out. It wasn't until Huosser spoke for the young man in southern Xinjiang that this emotion surfaced.

The strong Yongshuang sword bearer looked down upon him:
"Since it is a trial, he has a chance to argue. We are not pitying strangers from southern Xinjiang, but are respecting a tradition, facts and inner choices."

"You are dividing the land." Frengundo also moved from the steps.

He is like a rising peak, beastial and dark red air waves visible to the naked eye are raging around the square, frost spreads in the gaps in the floor tiles around the high platform, and there is a blue mist remaining above the head and in other corners.

"Three powers?" Aaron blurted out in a murmur.

He felt the murderous aura coming from around him, and obviously those audiences who heard this sentence were concerned, thinking that the people from Southern Xinjiang were not worthy to be compared with the other two who carried Palotusbi's banner.

Aaron stepped back in a daze until he hit a piece of steel breastplate.

The tribal leaders who had been ignored by him in the tunnel just now all glanced at him with uncomfortable eyes, as if there was an alien with ulterior motives among his companions.

Dan emerged from the shadows, put one hand over Aaron's mouth, and pulled him into the side gap.

……

Ken stood in the air waves of the two banners, but he was terribly calm.

Huossou did not evade the provocation from Frengundo, until the people around him, especially the elders of the Kajisuo tribe, released the soul-dropping magic with a soothing effect towards the center of the square.

"We are going to war with the people from southern Xinjiang..."

Frengundo questioned the young man in a low, volcanic voice.

"Why?" Ken retorted.

"This is a long-standing feud, but I care more about which side you are on?" Frengundo's animal pupils are like knives, and he can cut open his chest to see the real heartbeat. "Are you loyal to the bloodline, or to the North?"

Ken's tone was firm: "I'm on my side."

"Don't play tricks, little one!"

The Chaos Blades clad in thorn armor yelled at him, only to get a cold look in response.

"You seem to want to die," Hawser said with a smile.

"I came here to avenge Siti Ethani," Ken said without any timidity, even standing in the midst of several killing intents, his voice was still loud and firm. "I'm only loyal to myself, to protect the people I want to protect, and to defeat the opponents I need to defeat."

He stared into Frengundal's eyes, looking past the protruding and missing tusks that flanked the orc's mouth.

"If there is a southern kingdom that dares to set foot in my village, if it tramples on the fields, it will leave wealth, if it destroys the herds, it will have to hand over its horses, and if the people of Sandon Kaya leave any innocent blood, I will Bring them back with your own ax."

There were several distinct laughs from the audience.

Some were sneering with suspicion, while others were genuinely moved by the statement. "What a mouth, young man."

The wrinkles between Ken's brows did not relax because of this, on the contrary, he swept everyone present with disappointment and pity.

Including Flengundo and Hawser.

"What kind of eyes do you have, doll?"

The two sisters have never been so provoked by a man. If this is [Sandwood] or [Hebrena], the two powerful and irritable battle banners will hang Ken to death in the cold wind cage on the edge of the cliff.

"I feel ridiculous for this ceremony. To be honest, I follow the ancient tradition to initiate revenge, but I have to accept groundless accusations."

Ken stared at Frengundal swinging the heavy sword at him.

[Weapon: Beast Blood Dominguez (artifact)]

[Quality: Craftsmanship]

The fangs of magic and destruction scorched the air on steel, and Frengundal focused his strength on the gigantic single-edged greatsword drawn from the ancient forge.

He absolutely does not allow anyone to despise tradition, even if the other party is the authorizer of the old god Qiwen.

Just when the broad blade was about to burst out with real power, it stopped, bound in mid-air by a piece of solid ice that grew out of thin air, and could not be seen until the power was neutralized—Huoser grabbed the front end of the handle.

"Warrings must respect faith." Hawser stared at Ken.

That look is very simple, he will never make any more efforts.

"You're very lucky, maybe you're also very unlucky." Frengundo's orc pressure temporarily hurt Ken's perception.

[Resolutions at the War Spear Assembly usually require a vote, and you only have the last chance to speak. If you continue to go your own way, the blood will stain the steps of the ruins, and the full-scale war between the southern border and the northern border will start from the Red Maple Heights. 】

Hawser let go, crushing the parched skin.

Frengundo also shook off the ice on the giant blade, and when he clenched his fist, there was a frozen bone explosion.

Ken stared at the battle banners below and remained silent for a long time. He knew that countless people were waiting for the bell to announce the end of the witch festival, and at that time their fate would be decided.

"On the night I...was summoned by the Winter Mother, Thornton Kaya was slaughtered by the outpost of the Ice Apostle, huh, what's worse, in the few days before the disaster, looters and bandits came in turn through my village."

Ken's eloquent tone was calm.

Warspawn knows what it feels like—a threat that's ever present, and how hard it is to survive.

Everyone invariably remembered the most unbearable memory in the tribe. Now seeing this strange young man carrying the same burden, they couldn't help sighing, and the hostility around them gradually subsided.

"Do you want to know how to become a god?"

Ken's words set off another wave of boiling, and then he laughed twice, and everyone knew that they had been tricked, and the voices wanting him to die sounded again, but there was not so much hostility.

"I protected the people of Akira, and the dancers of the Pesviron offered sacrifices to me."

Ken recalls the feast on his return from Khor.

He said his tribe was formed from refugees.

"I may have more respect for beliefs than most of you. To be honest, there are countless totems in my tribe carved on the window frames in front of the winter house. Everyone serves or abides by different cultural traditions, but we get along It's very harmonious, no one will offend anyone."

Unbelievable sneers came from the square, and of course more people were listening attentively.

Do such tribes really exist?
Countless wars broke out in Palotusbi every winter because of beliefs, and every hunting season, for the resources of their respective tribes, those thoughts of bloodshed and xenophobia were deeply engraved in the bone marrow.

"I testify!"

Mesut shouted from the square.

Her tears were dry, and she still sat on the ground dejectedly, her eyes moved upwards from Gema's body, and looked at the surrounded young people on the high platform with the audience.

Ken says:
"Look, it's ridiculous, before you hear these things, you directly classify me and my followers as enemies!"

Ken's long sigh was very clear in the silent square.

Looking up at the mottled and dark top of his head, he expressed his true thoughts: "I understand your leadership style. Traditions and fronts are often more important than personal emotions, so you are easily mobilized by Gema to become hostile."

Ken looked at the crowd of people below:

"For you, hatred is easier, less labor-intensive, and more able to promote unity than distinguishing right from wrong, but these decisions mean that countless good and beautiful things have been ignored, and countless fresh lives have to pay for these unwarranted wars .”

Ken's words gradually took the edge of the sword.

"The Horde should understand what they are fighting for. All of you, the old gods chose me in Santon Kaya, and chose Siti in the wilderness battlefield. Perhaps it is because we understand these simple truths."

"Enough, young man, you..."

The two northern sisters seemed to be unable to tolerate his speech.

But it was quiet in the middle of the square, so Ken only paused for a moment before continuing.

"What is the meaning of the battle flag?"

Ken showed a gratified expression, and a sentence echoed in his mind, and he blurted out: "Hold the flag for the weak... Everyone..."

The crystal next to the giant square is still emitting light, and the surroundings are still quiet.

It took a long time for the trial bell to ring slowly, but when the giant with countless Minwen and totem engraved with seals rang loudly, the crowd around the square remained silent.

There is a wave of undead outside, and the hometown is being invaded by the imperial army.

Is it worthwhile to waste blood and weapons and supplies in an impulsive war at this time...?
……

His cold and emaciated feet stepped on the mottled and dusty bricks.

A strange harmony was hummed from her mouth. It was a composition style that had been outdated for many years. The hummer's pronunciation was exceptionally standard, and she could even echo her seemingly unintentional footsteps.

The candle at the end of the corridor lit up, and the light tore apart the space with sword-like cracks.

All objects in the ruins were magically torn into floating fragments.

Rocasani continued to walk in the mottled and repeated scenes. When the body passed through the faults of different colors, there would be particularly obvious fluctuations and magical hedging. If you change your body, you will see the scene of separation of flesh and blood.

It's a pity that the caster is not proficient in killing, and... she taught the other party this magic.

Roxani flipped the hair beside her ear:
"Long time no see, Nana, you shouldn't welcome the teacher like this."

(End of this chapter)