Othua's War Banner

Chapter 89 0088: Before Sunrise

The residents heard the speech of the battle banner under the burning bonfire in the open space of the rebuilt village.

Short but impressive.

Ken never hides difficulties with false comfort. He is an honest leader who will put danger in front of everyone and then point out a way out full of thorns and death.

The banquet ended a little hastily.

But the residents didn't feel the loss after the excitement ended. On the contrary, everyone's eyes became more determined.

Countless dead were crushed by the war, and most of the refugees who died were numb and sad.

Because of Ken Bouvier's honesty, the residents of Sandton Kaya are more conscious and want to live.

In the early morning, in a detached wooden house.

Burke put down a cup of strong tea, pushed aside the layers of blueprints at hand and said, "Yesterday's letter said that the hunting competition in Jianyin Ice Bay has been suspended?"

McGonagall nodded yes.

There will be some important rumors circulated in the northern border business road, which is an important source of information for the countries in the southern border. The underground market and surface trade have their own means of transmission.

McGonagall opened two pages of light-grained paper and placed them lightly on her knees. She couldn't read them, so she frowned and muttered two names.

"Hauser, Frongundo..."

These are the two most awe-inspiring battle banners in the Red Maple Highlands. Nuolin Kingdom has a lot of resources to study the growth trajectory of these two.

This is normal. There are countless forces in the south of the Permafrost Wall who want to intervene in Palotusbi.

"Ken Bouvier, hiss, is nothing like them."

Meg smiled.

She didn't intend to record it, and she didn't want the story of this young warring to reach the ears of the southern border kingdoms prematurely.

"If a person of non-Northern descent can also lead a tribe to rise, he will be the most precious living case in academics. To be honest, I am looking forward to the future of Santon Kaya. Teacher, what do you think?"

Mag asked sideways, but found that Burke was in a daze absent-mindedly.

He tapped the handle on the edge of the cup, apologized to his students, then took a sip of strong tea, and said with emotion: "You are very suitable for the library, but I prefer the workshop. Today I noticed a little guy, To be precise, I saw a few surprising works first."

Burke collapsed comfortably and introduced to McGonagall lightly.

"I found out that his name is Arthur, and he is a blacksmith recruited by Ken from Kee Village."

There was discussion in the room.

There are still many people in Thornton Kaya who are awake. Under the same night, the spear leader, Meng, is running in the snow.

His movements are crisp and sharp.

The twilight of dawn had come, but it was still some time before the dawn broke out, and the sky was dark, casting a sombre gray on the pursuers.

Meng exhaled the white mist and looked back vigilantly.

He originally thought that he was the hunter, but when he discovered the condition of this fallow wolf, the identities of the two parties suddenly reversed—it was sick and on the verge of madness.

There are many places to hide in the woods.

There was a thin blanket of snow on the thorny grass roots, and there were bloodstains among the mud and gravel, and the messy hoofprints relayed what a bloody bite had erupted here.

The tense atmosphere made Meng calm down.

A gray shadow flashed across his unemployment, so he lowered his body and clenched his saber, motionless like thick vines stretched tightly but ready to strike.

There was a low bark from the bushes, Yuehua stroked away the scarlet from Feilang's eyes.

It twitched a few times strangely, and then quickly stepped into the snow. There were several obvious and festering scars under its ribs, and the black smoke emitted from its body was like the omen of death that priests often said.

　Let's do this first, I'm on my way home, I can arrive in the early morning, and I will make up for the next two days of holiday (ecstasy). I will update it, and then I would like to thank all readers for their support during this time.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)