Othua's War Banner

Chapter 495 0494: Order

Quema realized that the enemy had come behind her at this time.

It was inconvenient for him to move while riding a falling wolf. At this moment, his back was as cold as ice, and he summoned the battle spear in the air to stab towards the rear quickly.

Quema's riding skills have become his shortcoming in combat.

He even began to pray that he wouldn't be seriously injured, and braced himself to bear the sword blow, but he didn't feel the slightest pain until his skin stretched to the limit, and he heard a strange collision sound after a while.

Nansen stared and pulled out his own steel sword, a single-edged sword of a ghost knight.

This is a very rare weapon, forged from the bone meal unearthed from Wang Lana Palace. The special power contained in it can affect the perception of the victim, causing them to have strange hallucinations, and usher in a fatal beheading in panic. .

His steel sword extended forward as planned, but was blocked by a hard object the moment it touched the wolf fur.

The flashing magic created a slight tearing sensation on Nansen's skin, and the person who stopped the steel sword should have appeared through some kind of teleportation.

He cares a lot about blocking his own weapons.

A powerful battle ax of unknown material, with a cold light on the blade, and a blood-soaked animal hide wrapped around the handle.

Nansen burst forward with his explosive skills, and the air wave kicked up dust and hair, but he didn't move forward at all. He realized that he was far from the person who made the shot, so he quickly retreated to an arrow away.

[Weapon: Underworld Knight·Crippled Single-edged Sword]

[Quality: Treasure]

[Skill: Sting Flash]

[Description: A high-spirited will is the best weapon to kill the enemy. The firmer you hold the sword, the more fearful the enemy will be. The person who uses the skill takes the imperial emblem as his belief, and uses his strength to measure a land soaked in blood and honor. 】

Nansen heard the sudden appearance of a guy who seemed to be staring at his weapon. He withdrew to the spirit horse, took the rein and returned to the saddle.

The spirit horse of Heili Iron Cavalry suddenly became irritable, and all the dark red on the skin was extinguished, just like throwing the red magma into the ice water. Summoned flesh.

Nansen held the reins and saw the horse's head raised high.

He tried to subdue his mount, but suddenly found another strange hand on his reins.

[Skill: Shadow Gap]

Ken activated Dawn and Twilight, pulled the rein downwards, and the rope tied to the spirit horse stretched straight, but the strange force still didn't stop, followed by a swift and circular chop from bottom to top.

The thick muscles on the spirit horse's neck were cut off, and the blood turned into a blazing black flame. There were strange textures hidden in the body, and the original magic that summoned alien creatures was passing away rapidly.

The flames drifted across Nansen's armor, and also revealed a pair of indifferent eyes.

Ken stared at the opponent, and with the help of [Accessory: Yunhui] recalled the handle in his hand, turned his hand and slammed at the opponent's head.

Nansen hadn't experienced a battle with great disparity in strength for a long time. The steel sword subconsciously blocked it, and flew out after the piercing pain and shock directly to the top of his head, while his spiritual horse turned into solidified coke amidst howling and howling.

Ken slowly opened his hand and saw that the rein was also quickly decaying into ashes.

When Dan passed through the crowd, he bumped into the flying dust, and blinked hurriedly. When he saw the silent and serious Ken, he knew that the anger in this man's heart hadn't dissipated at all.

"It's dangerous, boss," Quema said. "I can handle him... This battlefield needs you."

He stared at Nansen who got up to fight, there was no lingering panic in his heart, more unwillingness and anger, and a fighting spirit that was hard to ignore.

Ken didn't answer, but nodded, turned around and leaned on the saddle and rolled onto the back of Quema's Feilang.

After Kuima got rid of the shackles of the mount, she was able to use her skills better, and her status as a double patron couldn't just be wasted in vain.

Janzereth's assassin was standing not far away.

He didn't even know that Dan still knew "Mr. Maharu", but he also doubted it. After all, a guy with Kuima's skills could get a good future in many ancient tribes.

Why did he take orders from a mercenary leader with a southern face?
Dan saw Ken riding the wolf, so he walked over and returned the things he picked up in his hand to the original owner: "Ken Battle Banner, I know your anger, but I also believe in your ability and ability, which is a reward for our war Jing's kindness at the rally, can you stop the chaos?"

Ken's expression remained icy, and since City's death all the positive things had gone out of the man.

He stared at the slightly damaged wolf head mask, took it slowly, put it on his face, and covered the pair of amber eyes in the cage made of wolf hair and steel.

The only part of the Avenger that revealed emotion was covered up, and the indifference and cruelty became one.

Dan saw something more.

After Ken came back from the wasteland, he seemed to become more focused and brave. Those deaths and lost souls no longer bothered this kind adventurer. His outstanding wisdom and fierce style are what the North needs most.

Dan certainly thought so.

He didn't report the Santon Kaya tribe at the beginning, except for Aaron's favor, and more importantly, he believed it after seeing it with his own eyes-Ken Bouvier was the kind of battle flag that Palotusbi needed .

Janzereth's scout frowned, doubts overflowing in his heart.

He wondered if there was something wrong with his ears—Zhan Jing?Dan called this southern border mercenary a battle flag?

【Spirit of Wolf: Soul Banquet】

[Effect: Control +15% Agility +10%]

[Description: The vengeful wolf spirit is as dark as the night, and the goal of the wolf king is the direction in which the pack of wolves are heading. 】

Ken's anger seemed to resonate with the beast spirits, and he looked like a werewolf king with extremely high intelligence after wearing the mask.

He focused his experience points on the ring he wore in his hand, and the magic spewed along Feilang's fur eyes, and the already tall and strong mount became even more burly, almost the same size as Feilang King.

The black armor, the tight shield, the delicate and hard surface, and the infinite animal nature activated.

The mount under Ken's crotch turned into a black flame, like a galloping lightning, and all the mounts couldn't help trembling wherever they went, even the Piston Kling horse summoned from another world must Bow your head in this indescribable suppression of consciousness.

Nansen has been taught.

Ken ran around the battlefield to search, and after unfolding his gray vision, he saw a small group of people back to back, struggling forward.

The speed at which he rode the Feilang was so terrifying that some warlocks of the tribe regarded him as the newly-appeared Pistonk reinforcements, and several dangerous spells flew towards his position.

Too bad it didn't hit him.

The battle banners of the northern tribes also found this conspicuous target. Even on the battlefield of tens of thousands of people, the armor and the top-quality battle ax in their hands are impressive features.

"Stop it, don't attack him, and don't hinder him from doing things."

The orders of the war flags were passed on layer by layer.

Many people who had never met Ken, only identified their identities through the wolf-head mask, and at the same time they secretly suspected, they changed their targets.

Everyone in the northern border, Zhan Jing, is actually not happy in their hearts.

They have never cooperated with a guy with a southern Xinjiang face like this, but the scene at the rally is really unforgettable.

"The Old God will not disappoint Palotusbi. Being able to summon the great power of the Old God means that his authority has been recognized, and we are only trusting the judgment of the Old God."

Everyone uses this reason to comfort themselves.

The Warringers talked to each other, turning their attention to the mess in front of them.

The mercenaries in the crowd saw the black giant wolf rushing towards them, and the already noisy team became more impatient, because they could only see the black flames and the terrifying giant beast.

But as the distance decreases, more detailed features appear.

"Mr. Maharu, it's him. He came back alive from the battle signal rally."

"The tribe has stopped attacking us, Maharu has the right to speak, listen to him, no one should act rashly."

……

Ken stopped his mount, and the wolf claws left a deep hole on the ground, forcing people to retreat with every step, and a safe space appeared just by retreating abruptly.

He looked at the thousands of people in front of him and secretly counted them.

Most of the surviving mercenaries who returned from the wasteland did not disrupt the original formation. After all, at such a troubled point, no one could trust the unfamiliar mercenary front or the hypocritical kingdom commander.

Ken waved lightly, and then greeted several more capable and prestigious mercenary leaders to him.

"Take people and move to the ruins to the east. There are enough positions for tens of thousands of people to establish a front. All the people who move against you are Pistonk's garbage and the dogs they called."

His tone of voice was calm, but the order was firm and decisive, and no one had the courage to refute.

Ken briefly explained to continue, and dismissed everyone.

He has only a thousand mercenaries who can be dispatched. If he wants to end the chaos, he must spread information, and the process of moving also includes the screening of existing personnel.

Ken rode the falling wolf and galloped towards the place where the chaos erupted.

Lorgar's order to bring the battle banners also moved quickly.

His mission target was near the front lines of the tribal fighters. Soon, he saw several guys with exaggerated costumes and extraordinary temperament: "Excuse me, are you the battle banners of the tribes in the northern border?"

The tone of Lorgar's speech could not tell whether he was proud or humble.

Several burly and powerful warriors turned to look at the speaker. The adjutant next to him recognized the face shouting near the dome, so he leaned over and reported Lorgar's identity information.

The Zhanjing people all showed displeasure when they heard the content in front, but the "Maharu" who followed immediately made everyone's expressions complicated.

"What's the matter?"

Finally someone was willing to speak.

Lorgar nodded and performed a etiquette known only to northern tribes. He has faith and knows traditions, and continued: "We will build a front for the people of southern Xinjiang in the ruins to the east, and together we will resist the coming wave of undead. , so getting rid of the battle banners can cooperate and make room for the fugitives."

After he briefly reported the current situation, he turned around and rode his horse to a further place.

"Who does this guy think he is?"

"I don't want to trust people in southern Xinjiang anymore. We have established our own front now, so there is no need to mess around."

"That's right, Zhan Jing, we can fight, whether it's the people from Southern Border or Shouluo, we can definitely kill them all the way!"

……

Their battle banners were surrounded by various opinions, and their expressions became more and more bored. "Shut up, get out of the way, and pass on what he said just now to the tribes on the left and right."

"why!?"

His adjutant rushed out with blood-stained bandages. When the southerners were let into the dome, he was injured by Pistonke's cavalry. "This guy's master is Maharu, the leader of the Southern Border mercenaries. If there is another accident, how much blood do we have to shed?"

"Yeah, boss, we have no chance."

The comments from the side drowned out Zhan Jing's orders.

Trust is the most precious thing in Palotus.

The strong warrior took off the bone decoration on his headband and lightly buckled it inside his sword:

"I don't have time to explain to you, that Maharu... Hey, I don't know who he is, but as long as you believe in the old gods, you can believe in him."

"But……"

The subordinates are still refuting. In fact, similar quarrels broke out in the surrounding tribes who heard the news.

The expressions of Zhan Jing are all complicated.

They didn't know how to explain Ken's identity. This face challenged too many traditions, and the attitudes of Frengundo and Hawser's Warring are still not clear...

No one knew what to do.

……

Ariel Moss moved forward with a steel sword in his hand.

He wanted to complete a battlefield execution before evacuating, not because he had any special hobby, but because this kind of behavior could severely damage the will of the Janzelis tribe.

Many years have passed since the plan to cut tiles.

But the deception and targeting between Piston Ke and Janzeris never stopped.

Ariel stared at Aaron with cold eyes, but sighed regretfully, because he knew that he didn't have time to press for useful information.

He clenched the steel sword tightly and was about to complete the attack, but found that the surrounding atmosphere had changed.

The strangely colored crystal moved in the eye socket, and he captured all the details of the moving route around the battlefield and the emotional changes of the crowd. Something was affecting his sneak attack plan.

[The chaos is subsiding, and order has returned to this land. 】

A note appeared in Ken's eyes.

Inside the dome where tens of thousands of people gathered, the dense battles and countless streams of magic gradually subsided.

Mercenaries affect surrounding adventurers.

Maharu's name is a signal of safety in the ears of people in southern Xinjiang at this time. Even the guy who had some opinions originally followed his true inner thoughts.

Then came the caravans and travelers.

Mr. Albert influenced other craftsmen, and then some kingdom soldiers who had no intention of fighting...

Only those who are at a loss will hold their swords to resist, and they will be easily drawn into chaos, but now everyone has a new goal in their hearts - walk towards the ruins in the east and don't stop.

Innocents would stop messing around when they had a target. After the meaningless fighting stopped, the battle flags also shrank their fronts to make room for movement and gaps.

The wave of tens of thousands of people began to separate, as if the haze was lifted to reveal the instigator inside.

(End of this chapter)