Othua's War Banner

Chapter 500 0499: The place to sleep

The sunset was stifled by dark clouds, and Hawser arrived at the front line of the tribal camp a moment before the rain stopped.

He carried the seriously injured and unconscious Aaron on his shoulders. Every sword wound came from Pistonk's imperial emblem knight. The summoning circle and the steel sword circle full of dragon blood saved Ariel Moss life.

Unless the dog thieves in southern border can prepare the same good luck in advance every time, the next meeting will be death.

Huoser didn't hesitate when he used [Sky Ice Fall] against thousands of people—for him, as long as he could be sure that he was facing an enemy from the northern border, he would never have mercy when killing life.

The Shenqi battle banners have already led the team to stop the first wave of hunting and falling into the dome, and more people have just assembled.

They were originally planning to deal with the people from southern Xinjiang, but now they are going to fight against the tide of undead. Everyone is confused and can only watch Huosser approaching respectfully.

Most of the battle banners of Palotusbi are mighty or powerful, or possess wisdom beyond ordinary people, but few of them can bring such a sense of security.

This sense of security enveloped countless people present.

Spreading from the shallow grass snow to the entire hillside, Palotus gathered here is quieter than the people.

They didn't look at the banner carrying the snow in the wind, nor did they appease the restless and growling mounts, but looked up in the direction where the Janzelis tribe was coming.

Huoser was not surrounded by heavy soldiers.

Most of his team stayed to guard the vast mines in the north, fighting the uncivilized barbarians every day, resisting the monsters coming from the roaring ice field, and at the same time ensuring the safety of the tribe's base camp.

The troops that Huoser brought to the Red Maple Heights have basically rushed to the front line.

Next to him, he chatted with several scout leaders and important assistants, each of whom is a legend of the Janzelis tribe, and most of them are silently waiting for orders at this time, and will organize a counterattack later. Suppress the incoming tide of undead.

Aaron was taken away by the Tree Spirit Practitioner for treatment.

The scouts of Janzeres reported first, then disappeared into the team and rushed to various important towns in the Red Maple Heights. In the future, the situation and important information on the hunting battlefield will need to be handled by these people.

"Maple Crow."

"Ok?"

The assassin among the leaders of the scouts came to his senses when he heard his name. The bark mask looked like an old tree stretched by the wind.

Dan was walking on the snowy ground with a weapon in hand.

He knew that beneath the mask was an equally young man, who had been part of the Janzelis tribe from an early age and lived up to expectations.

"What were you thinking?" Dan asked.

Maple Crow is the code name.

He used to be active near the permafrost wall for a long time.

In the ears of some southern border bounty hunters, this title is a nightmare, and for some innocent people in some villages, it is like a safe hearth for the old gods to give.

The task of Feng Ya and Dan is to get through the news network as soon as possible to know what is happening behind the undead wave, the extent of the invasion of the southern border countries, and how the war damage between the tribes is...

Hawser looked at the front of the line through the bark mask, trying to get rid of the boredom in his heart. "Has the war stopped because of us?"

Dan didn't answer him.

Maple Crow was advancing in the line, and his attention was suddenly attracted by the people next to him.

It was a small tribe of a hundred people, and the victims were being dealt with. The sad atmosphere made people feel pity, and the prayers of the witch priest did not sound reassuring.

What Maple Crow noticed was an inconspicuous Cliff-seeking pharmacist in the crowd.

There was mud on his leather armor and on his cheeks. Not long ago, he was patrolling the commanding heights with himself.

The young man's face was ashen, and he stood among the spearmen as if his soul had been sucked out. His eyes were dull and there were tears at the corners of his eyes. It was obvious that there must be someone very important to him among the dead.

Dan put his palm on his shoulder, motioning him to follow the line.

Maple Crow raised his hood to cover the corners of the wooden mask, walked a few steps forward, and then disappeared into the crowd—he might be able to understand the mood of the cliff-hunting pharmacist, but he couldn't help thinking , Will this child regret trusting the people of Nanjiang in his future life?

No one has an answer.

……

There is wind in the depths of the ruins, and since the darkness was released, the original appearance has been exposed inside.

The earthen buildings above Frengundo's head were nothing like anything he'd seen before.

The seal of this relic has been completely released, the boundary between the burial ground of Selderlin and the realization has been blurred, the floor tiles are underfoot, the pillars and [-]-meter sculptures are rising from the ground, the space magic is broken, and the dwarf underground palace The magnificent original appearance is gradually being displayed in front of the world.

Fron Gundo knew that this was not a good thing.

Selena may still have underestimated her teacher's Ben.

From the day when the tide of undead intensified in the wasteland, Frengundo knew that the strength of the enemy was not to be underestimated.

Zhan Jing's responsibility is to guard, even if it is the abyss, he has to go.

He walked to the floor tiles inlaid with withered vines. The patterns on them and the remaining plant roots did not look like what should be in this era. He bypassed the temporary city wall built by old crafts and came to an open square.

Clutching the saber named [Beast Blood], Frengundo stepped forward with a heavy breath.

The sky above his head is infinitely extended, and the false sunlight constructed by magic constructs a sun above this equally exaggerated building complex, depicting an intoxicating and beautiful scenery like dusk.

The sunset is what Solderlin likes most in his life, and the dwarf artisans realized his dream through special means.

Frengundo saw that apart from dead vines and fallen leaves on the mottled stone bricks, they were real maple leaves, although the shape was very strange, and the outline and thickness of each leaf were exactly the same.

He raised his head to block the fake sun with his hands, and noticed that there was an old tree occupying half of the dome, and the golden maple leaves fell from the dense branches.

Pompous and magnificent handwriting, hehe, dwarves.

Since the revelation of the secrets hidden in the Abyss Ice Prison, many people have not understood why the dwarves built the oven legacy.

Flengundo had heard of it.

The dwarves are the rulers of the last era of Palotus. From the initial oppression to the rise of the first generation, the artifact that slays the giant snake is the first step in their forging glory, which is the original oven legacy.

Before the rise of the first dwarf emperor, he and his people were oppressed by the aborigines in the north to the depths of the wilderness, struggling to survive in the worst place.

Perhaps the seeds of hatred were planted at that time.

Flengundo understood the feeling.

The initial situation of the orcs was actually not much better. It took at least thousands of years until the half-orcs were born, tribal culture spread, and humans gradually became equal classes regardless of each other.

The responsibility for this land in his heart has overshadowed prejudice, and perhaps the dwarf emperors felt the same way at first.

But even so... those hatreds were not exhausted during the conquest.

The era of the Dwarf Emperor lasted for a long time. The northern border has made progress through various intelligent crafts, and built a high permafrost wall. Under the unified environment, the communication between the various tribes is also closer than before.

Palotus is not suitable for reunification after all.

The people living here are accustomed to challenging their destiny.

The rate of decline of the dwarves themselves is also extremely astonishing. It is difficult for them to learn humility and tolerance, and finally ruined the dynasty in internal decay, but this race is indeed powerful, even if it declines, it lasts for more than hundreds of years.

In the age of Syltherin, the eternal frozen wall was completed.

The Abyss Ice Prison was born in his twilight years, maybe he realized some mistakes, maybe he discovered the long-hidden scourge among the dwarves...

Solderin buried countless legends.

In order to prevent Greedy Bridge and others from getting clues, they even hid many people...including Selderlin himself at the end of the northern border.

Flengundo recalled what he had seen on the mural.

According to Selderling's suicide note:
The dwarves knew that their dynasty would not last for many years, and the natives of the northern border would eventually turn Palotusby into a wild land without a leader, so they "revenge" countless disasters and banned Palotusby, Let the strife and chaos continue for a long time...

The battle flags at the rally were all irritated by this clue.

Frengundo thought the same way at first, but after calming down, he seemed to smell something unreasonable.

But he did not choose to make his doubts public, and even allowed Gema to stir up conflicts between the tribes in the northern border and the countries in the southern border, just like what Ken Bouvier said at the rally...

It is the most convenient and easiest way to promote unity by creating a common enemy and letting go of hatred!
Flengundo needs the tribes in this land to be firmly bound together, even if the thing that drives this union is "hatred", because the northern border is already weakened visible to the naked eye, just like the dwarf dynasty, where there is no hope the future of……

Sooner or later, the countries in the southern borders will break into the permafrost wall, and they must take the initiative to attack before being passively eroded.

Frengundo wants to let the northern border have hatred, always remember the color of blood, know the pain, and know the feeling of being displaced, so that he can return to the most primitive and powerful period of Palotusbi, and there is hope for a limited time In exchange for true peace.

His hand holding the saber became firmer.

When Frengundo walked to the building complex, the vast surroundings made him feel like he was in the city square of a certain kingdom, but the fence raised up around it presented an embracing gesture, trapping him firmly in the middle.

Is this a tomb, a triumphal avenue, or an exaggerated arena?
Frengundo looked at the huge columns around them, engraved with ancient wicker stone crowns, and the cloud patterns and marble-colored corners all showed luxury.

He saw the broken stone sculpture in the corner, it was a Liyuan dog, and beside it were ancient creatures such as griffins and giant eagles.

Frengundo's thoughts returned to a piece of dwarf ruins that he once conquered. He obtained very precious treasures in that city, and he hadn't visited the old place for decades.

The orc warring was startled from his contemplation, and there was a commotion around him. It was the barking of wild beasts, which was very clear.

In the depths of the ground, in the tomb that has been hidden for many years, a large group of tall figures in armor appeared.

He stepped into the dangerous place, the lava flames burned through the floor tiles, and a dangerous orange-red air wave appeared along the cracked lines, and then the battle helmet fell to cover the vicissitudes of the visor, only the serious mouth and terror The fangs are exposed.

Huge monsters rushed towards Frengundo from all directions.

He heard the strong animal nature of the monsters in order to eliminate the intruders, but it was not until these things were exhausted that he realized that each monster was taller and more powerful than himself, and its sharp claws had been enchanted, as if they could go deep underground. the power of.

Flames gushed out from the saber named Beast Blood, making him wander freely in the orange-red fire rain.

The impact of Frengundur caused most of the giant werewolves to break their bones, but the monsters did not back down under this deterrent, and the primitive fear had nothing to do with them at all.

This is the skill of the corpse whisperer, and the research of dwarf mages seems to be far better than recorded in history.

Frengundo recognized the markings on the armor of the werewolf leader. Even though the years and wind had eroded the steel surface, no one in Palotus would rush to copy such a shape.

He is fighting a group of legendary things.

This group of werewolves were a race that lived under ancient trees in ancient times, and they were the bloodline closest to the wasteland mounds. They were pure-blooded werewolves with the highest wisdom and combat effectiveness that could be recorded in history.

Flen Gunduo suddenly ignited a more surging will to fight.

When he wields the saber, he will bring out a terrifying wind, and from time to time, the flames will run through the entire magnificent square, and interrupt the exquisite and sturdy stone pillars in the center one by one.

Orcs have iron in their bones, unyielding forged by mountains.

He cut off the waist of the werewolf leader with his war knife, and stretched his hand through his chest until the heat burned all the dirty magic left inside.

Then more and more monsters rushed towards him.

Frengundo's movements didn't slow down in the slightest because of the difference in numbers. On the contrary, his slashing became more and more fierce, and the ripples he brought out became more and more exaggerated. Even after a roaring slash, the entire city The buildings trembled from it.

The huge ancient maple leaf tree dropped countless leaves, sticking to the wet visceral blood.

More and more corpses piled up around the orc, and the enemy fell faster and faster, until there was no other sound in the arena, and the sword was pulled out from the largest wreckage.

On it is the stench left by the high temperature, as well as various completely charred residues.

Flengundo knew his warm-up was over.

He stared at the giant gate hundreds of meters high, and took his own steps. The appearance of a high-ranking werewolf was not a good sign.

Flengundo was reminded of certain legends.

A conjecture came into his mind, a conjecture about the secret buried at the bottom of the ruins, maybe...something is not that simple.

The oven legacy that the Dwarf Emperor would not hesitate to sacrifice himself to keep may not only be due to guilt, but also because the contents inside can indeed destroy the entire Palotusbi.

(End of this chapter)