Othua's War Banner

Chapter 492 0491: The land where Xue Feng fell
The outside of the Red Maple Heights was completely in chaos, the winter house animal pens and stone buildings began to collapse, and all kinds of strange streamers passed through the street, which was particularly conspicuous in the dark and gloomy weather.

The warlocks took off their hoods, revealing pupils of different colors.

"The spirits began to flee, the magic became chaotic and disorderly, is disaster coming?"

"I thought it was already here," Collins poured the potion on the wound, and slapped the star praying man next to him, "The aborigines in the north still have time to fight with us, I don't know how many monsters are biting us Tail!"

The scouts of the Kingdom of Southern Border were the first to get the information and saw a black shadow coming from the horizon where hills and ancient roads intersected.

"Get the shield out of the way, idiot, do you see that!"

"Everyone will die!"

"Open the front so that we all have a chance to survive..."

The mercenaries and the kingdom's army turned around and crossed the trenches, yelling at the natives in the north who were waiting in formation. The threat posed by the wave of undead surpassed the conflict between the north and the south, and more and more people clamored to cross the dome.

The tribal soldiers did not back down, and the shield wall was tighter than before.

Thorn barbs and horse-stopping cones were facing them straight, and the knives and spears were all mounted on steel. No matter how the southerners roared and threatened, they didn't intend to let them in.

The two sides just had friction...

No one wants to make mistakes, and no one dares to give trust.

"My God, what are we dealing with?"

Janzereth and the other tribe's scouts flew up the cliff, feathered skin, clinging to the heights like burrowing beasts, and they could all see the black curtain that stretched as far as the eye could see.

"The dome can still hold up, for the time being, if you have time to organize a resistance..."

"If you want to say it, just say it directly." The scout leader ordered, in fact, he and the members of other tribes around him also understood.

The cliff-seeking pharmacist who used the steel awl to climb the hook was silent for a moment, and said as if mustering up his courage:

"Maybe we should let people from southern Xinjiang come in. It's a tide of undead. We have survived together in the highlands for a month. In a sense, we are all survivors, and...humans are always better than monsters." communicate?"

Everyone near the cliff chose to remain silent.

The scout leader is a lithe assassin on a single branch, his skin covered in a mud-coloured cloak, his eyes hidden in a bark mask.

"We have no right to..."

He said.

Pharmacist Xunya lowered his head silently.

He has many friends on the front line, and perhaps those kind-hearted compatriots will have the same idea as himself.

"But let's get the Enforcers and their respective banners ready to clear the way,"

The scout leader continued.

He belongs to the Floating Team of the Janzeres tribe, and he is the most powerful member of the tribe among the people present.

"We are the eyes, and we must honestly convey the visible threats back. I believe in the decision of the banners, so we wait, wait until the order is issued, and withdraw to the dome together and re-establish the defense line."

As the assassin said, the loose hand hung on the edge of the branch like a feather, and the snow did not fall.

There was a rapid sound of wind around him, it was the movement of everyone returning.

When the assassin turned around, he saw the young Xunya pharmacist looking at him. His eyes were pure, as if he wanted to strike up a conversation, or there was a kind of unspeakable gratitude.

He knew this kindness and was afraid of it, so he ignored it and disappeared into the wind.

……

When the scouts landed one after another.

The tremors around the Red Maple Highland began to shake violently. The collapse deep in the ground and the cracks running through the streets scared the mounts. The tribal leaders could only stand on guard, appease the ordinary people who could not fight, and try to find the root cause.

When everyone focused their attention on the ruins in the center, the building hidden in the depths of the dense forest suddenly raised smoke.

"The ruins have collapsed, and the battle banners have lost contact!"

The latest developments have sent fear and panic through the northern tribes.

……

"can you hear me?"

Kuima frowned, sitting on Feilang's back, holding [Qiya's Curtain Thunder] in her hand, pulling the rein and looking towards the location of the ruins. "There was an obvious wave of magic coming from there, powerful, dark... chaotic, and a battle definitely broke out."

"Has the boss started fighting with other battle flags?"

Lowndes stared, his voice was loud, and the two pieces of steel rattled when the visor opened and closed.

Both Kuima and Lorgar were not at peace. When they were still tangled and hesitating, the strong shock also spread to the Southern Border Kingdom's position outside the dome. Many prepared spells were interrupted, and the panic continued to spread...

"Is the army in southern Xinjiang of this quality? I don't think the cavalry in Mongolia is as disciplined."

Lorgar's comments were always harsh.

"Who is Meng?" Collins undoubtedly overheard the conversation when he approached, "Does Mr. Maharu still have an army?"

He couldn't help but blurted out, and then realized the offense in the eyes of several people, coughed twice as a cover, and then explained seriously: "These soldiers were originally escorting scholars from various city-states, and how could those politicians Putting core military power on something so trivial?"

Collins is quite prestigious among the mercenaries, and he is also familiar with things south of the Permafrost Wall.

"The heirs of various nobles, bring some people, accompany the wise men with knowledge, and those nobles and rich men who yearn for the legends of the ice and snow world to travel together in Palotusbi together."

He speaks harder than Lorgar.

There are many mercenaries in the east and north of the Red Maple Heights, and the best of them are basically included in the temporary team by Ken, so after several days of running-in, this group of people can still be regarded as united.

Among the tens of thousands of chattering mouths, only the corner where Kuima and Lorgar stayed was relatively calm.

The soldiers of the northern tribes are still waiting anxiously, and the people of southern Xinjiang who are threatened by death are also anxious outside the dome. At the critical moment of continuous vibration and black spread...

Suddenly an army burst out from the most remote corner of the hillside.

This group of soldiers were all riding horses, and they looked a bit embarrassed. The supplies they brought with them were still bloated, and more than a dozen broken carriages were tied to the shafts that were about to fall apart by worn ropes.

"Look at which side are the victims?"

Collins stepped on his feet and looked over. Just when he raised his eyes, he saw a huge group of monsters—the tide of undead was like a ferocious wave chasing the reef, biting the tail of thousands of people.

"Damn!"

"The tide of undead is coming, prepare to resist."

The sound of panic was more disturbing than the monster's rubbing and low barking.

Kuima, Langz and the others could only wait in battle, forming a defensive formation with the mercenaries who returned from the wasteland together, and preparing to withstand the coming impact.

Kuima could tell that although there were a large number of these monsters, they were still terrifying. The terrifying leader of the hunting party and the even more powerful hunting party were still behind.

Lanzi's blood had just turned rosy when he heard a commotion behind him.

A lot of powerful forces rushed from the direction of the ruins. Meteors of different colors streaked across the heads of everyone, passed through the protective cover and landed in the hunting group, setting off a rain of blood mist, black and red.

The battle banners of Palotusbi climbed out of the ruins and returned to the commanding position.

The bloated and loose front of the Horde of the North has finally regained its bones.

Those calm and reliable faces appeared in everyone's sight, and the teams of each branch were encouraged to varying degrees. The scouts quickly reported the disaster they saw.

No one knows what happened inside the ruins.

You all seem to have complicated expressions when you hear the tide of undead and people from southern Xinjiang, and you don't have time to explain everything about Mahalu, but the latest order is to open the front to admit mercenaries and troops.

Collins, Quema and others waited nervously.

The tide of undead broke through, and the law enforcement officers guarding the front finally began to loosen, their shields were put away, and the thorny forests withered one after another. Even the tall and mighty giant mammoths and ice-field frost bears were pulled to both sides of the road.

"All into the dome, the Horde gets out of the way!"

"Retreat, everyone retreats, the warlock drags the wounded in first..."

"Heavy cavalry in the rear, cover your teeth and don't get your tail bitten."

……

Kuima and the others were all beaming with joy.

Collins turned around on his horse and ran back to organize the other mercenary brothers. The joy of reuniting and the feeling of being rescued from a desperate situation really made him comfortable. Everyone had the will to continue fighting.

"Hahaha," Lowndes laughed loudly as he sat on the back of the Parmelo boar. "I bet you guys, the boss will definitely win!"

Kuima shook her head and yelled at him: "Are you a pig, obviously you didn't fight."

Just as he was about to speak again, he suddenly shivered, and Lorgar, who was beside him, also choked on half a sentence in his throat.

malicious.

Extremely strong malice.

The two looked at each other, then stood up and looked around the chaotic battlefield.

Quema's heart was pounding, and the archer's vigilance was so unsettling that his fingers were turning white as they gripped the spear.

The armies, mercenaries, merchants and other travelers from the southern border countries... all frantically poured into the Red Maple Highlands, armored horses and beasts with steel shoulder spines intertwined, tribal totems and canvas banners mixed together .

"Damn!"

Quema's slowing down drew the ire of others.

Those who pass by are all refugees who have seen the road to survival, and no one wants to be left behind and be bitten by monsters...

Quima shrank his neck.

His eyes locked on the back of the rider who just passed him.

The other party was wearing a shabby bloody coat, with a bloated body, but his mount was very vigorous. When Feilang passed by him, he showed obvious dissatisfaction, like anger after being provoked.

Ignoring Langz and Lorgar's inquiries, Kuima held the rein, lowered her body and jumped out.

The rider shuttled through the chaotic crowd without hindrance, and the mount seemed to be growing on his leg——Kuema had never seen such a superb beast-controlling technique on anyone other than the battle banner.

He stared at each other, picking up speed.

But it was this thought that didn't last for a moment, the other party seemed to notice it, and suddenly tilted his head half a point to the side.

The rider didn't look back, but shrugged his shoulders provocatively.

When he lowered his body, he exposed the steel hidden under the fake coat, and the sharp knife hanging beside the saddle of the horse. The fiery red spiritual flame began to burn the cloth covering the surface, and the black smoke drifted out backwards. It also skyrocketed!
Quema lost his shadow just by dodging a truck, and when he reappeared, he was already within a stone's throw away.

"Oops, there are ghosts in the team, be careful!"

He knew that with this distance and speed, he would never be able to catch up, and it wasn't until the blood was splashed outside that everyone realized that the fangs of beasts were hidden in the fleeing crowd.

The thousands of troops who rushed out from the corner just now had already mixed in with the people from southern Xinjiang.

They all erupted with completely different military literacy, and they were able to move freely even without command on the chaotic battlefield, and they attacked in the same direction—the defense line of the northern tribes!

Quema's yell woke up several people nearby.

But his voice fell on the edge of the dome where tens of thousands of people gathered, like blood dripping into the sea, there was no color change at all, and it didn't attract much attention.

What really aroused the fear were those screams and the innocent people who fell in pieces.

The tribal soldiers had just put down their shields, and the riders from the southern border passed by, and then something warm and piercing wailing came over. When the heavy cavalry turned around to look, more knives landed on their necks .

Scarlet magic is strung together among the horses, and that red thing hides fire, lightning, and deadly knives!

A brief attack broke out on the edge of the dome, and when the blood was soaring, no one saw the attacker at the first time. The attack in this chaos was orderly, and it was even more fun among the two groups of troops who were suspicious of each other. smoothly.

Horde warriors took up their shields again.

Those soldiers who had just let down their guard began to look at the face of Nanjiang next to them with fearful eyes.

"We have been tricked, there are liars!"

"Be careful not to let those guys pass through again..."

……

No amount of noise could deter those who begged from outside the dome.

The young spearman of the tribe was splashed with blood on his face. He was at a loss when he saw a ferocious guy running towards him. He almost subconsciously stabbed out the spear in his hand.

Steel passed through the opponent's throat, and the laborer fell down in panic and confusion.

Spearman's breathing became short of breath, his eyes widened, and then the thin woman behind the strong man appeared in front of him, also staring into a pair of big eyes with despair.

He knew he had killed the wrong man, but it was too late.

"The aborigines in the north are killing people!"

"They didn't want us to..."

……

Bright red blood erupted all around, followed by strong mounts rising from the ground.

A sturdy Prison Yu several people tall, and a blood-thorn mountain monster tied up by steel, reaped the lives of innocent people among the chaotic crowd.

When the battle flags discovered the problem and led their adjutants to rush forward to stop the attackers, they realized that the fighting power of these thousands of people was beyond imagination.

Janzeleth's scout leader hustled one of the riders in the dust.

He tore off the opponent's jacket, and was almost kicked in the head by the violent horse. Fortunately, his companions with the team knocked the opponent away with magic.

The assassin saw the attacker's breastplate, saw the pattern of intertwined shields and swords, and felt the extraordinary residual heat on the corpse.

"Pistonke... Heili cavalry..."

(End of this chapter)