Othua's War Banner

Chapter 147 0146: Strangers
The scout glanced at Ken's profile.

Then, he looked at his companion without any trace, and the other party raised his head tacitly, with the same doubt in his eyes.

As the Eye of Thornton Kaya...at least that's what the scouts are called in the army.

They do have to keep enough vigilance, not just towards things, traces, and of course people.

From the first lesson in the wasteland, Ken asked the scouts to learn to beware of unknown threats, and it was this kind of training that allowed them to avoid many dangers in subsequent explorations.

Scouts are great.

They bypassed the defense line of the tribal alliance and quietly hid here to observe.

Falcons circled and infantry patrols alternated, but neither man was spotted.

The scout felt a little proud in his heart.

But unexpectedly, Zhan Jing appeared out of thin air and touched behind her!

This is a bit frightening to think about carefully, because the situation is more chaotic than before, and it is almost impossible to return to this position.

The scouts looked at each other, there was no trace of snow on the mountain road, but Zhan Jing was indeed a living person, and it was right in front of him.

Both of them thought in their hearts at the same time: Unless... he can fly?

Ken was still observing the battlefield, frowning and thinking from time to time.

But the scout was muttering another thing in his heart - when they left Santon Kaya, Zhanjing was very sad, and he was exhausted by the continuous expedition and the death of his compatriots.

But how long?

He suddenly appeared on the battlefield without any troops, and even his follower, Kuima, was gone, and in terms of mental condition...

The man in front of him is full of fighting spirit and firm eyes.

It was as if he had returned to the time when he had just left the Dua tribe. The demeanor of controlling the overall situation and never admitting defeat was awe-inspiring.

"Warring," he said, "I'm glad you've got the fighting spirit going..."

"How did you get here?"

The scout asked eagerly, but from the position of the station, he could see some kind of precaution.

[The soldiers you have trained are very vigilant, even on a dangerous battlefield, they still want to verify your identity. 】

"You... all right."

Ken was a little astonished, but he thought it was reasonable again. It was a good thing that his troops could get rid of the worship of nothingness.

"look carefully."

Ken held out his right hand.

The scout squinted his eyes, but hid his head back, observing carefully with the help of sunlight, but nothing strange could be seen in the black gloves.

Ken noticed the other party's resistance, but smiled.

【Attitude: Vigilance】

He is now very aware of how uncomfortable the other party is, but this habit must be passed on among the scouts.

There are many more dangers for Thornton Kaya.

Now that the ancient magic has appeared, there is no guarantee that there will be more dark methods approaching the tribe, the ecstasy witch, the night whisperer, and even some vicious witchcraft...

There will definitely be means to confuse people and fake appearance!

The scout waited a moment.

"Excuse me, what do you want us to see?"

He was talking, but he stretched his hand to the back - there was a knife coated with secret oil, which should be able to break the curse.

Ken's face remained unchanged, his right palm spread out.

Call ~
A wisp of blue flame rises from the black glove, and the faint light is like a flashing thunder in the hidden place, so fierce and swift, but without any temperature, even the snow in the gap does not melt at all.

Take it easy.

The scout had received a calling of some sort.

A familiar sense of belonging surged in their chests, and the emblem of Thornton Kaya exuded a warm illusion, but completely dispelled the doubts in their hearts.

"Zhan Jing, use you as the spear."

The scout crouched obediently.

They closed their eyes and pointed their daggers forward, without any surprise or vigilance on their faces.

"Behave well, the habit protects yourselves."

"My apologies," the scout didn't look up. "Don't doubt our loyalty, Eye of Thornton Kaya, always have the courage to die for you."

Ken put away the flames and looked down the hillside with a stern expression.

He said: "I dare say that if we leave this group of people alone, we only need to wait until tomorrow morning, this valley will be filled with corpses, and no one will be able to escape the encirclement and massacre of the Qi Bing apostles."

The scout blinked, then slowly frowned.

Ken asked, "I want to know, what do you want to do?"

The man on the left hesitated to speak.

Strictly speaking, as a path-finding force, scouts should obey what they say in front of the banner, and they are absolutely not qualified to provide opinions at will.

But in the face of rigid tribal hierarchies...

The conscience in his heart made him unable to help but want to speak.

But there is a more cruel reality: if these strangers are sacrificed, the threat that Thornton Kaya will face will be greatly reduced. If he sticks to the resistance, he may be able to survive the crisis.

[The team will change according to the words and deeds of the commander. 】

[The maturity of scouts has increased. 】

Ken was satisfied with the scout's silence.

This shows that these two people have learned to think, without passion, let alone expressing rejection indifferently...

Kind and calm.

This is what Zhan Jing hopes to see in his team.

Ken is also very aware of the current situation, how strangers and his own tribe make choices, conflicts of interest, and trade-offs between life and death.

More people must think about these issues, otherwise the North will become more and more numb.

A shrill cry came from down the valley.

This scout, Erice, joined the Pathfinder Troop because he was not good at fighting.

The totem on his arm has been mottled, and it looks like he once had a home and then had to wander.

"I want to save," he said, frowning. "Even strangers."

Ken continued to ask: "Do you know the significance of this decision? If the number of Qi Bing apostles exceeds a hundred, you will die, or it may be a drop in the bucket. The tribe has lost a chance to tide over the difficulties..."

Eric gritted his teeth and remained silent.

Just when he couldn't refute, the companion kneeling beside him suddenly said:
"Then please keep this matter a secret forever. Our continuation is based on countless corpses. This kind of pain can only be carried by the two of us."

Ken glanced over.

He was able to train the scouts slowly, and he naturally had a plan in his heart, but this required courage, and it turned out that his soldiers had enough tenacity.

"Then do your best."

Ken said, "It's only three including me, you two have to do something."

"At your command, Zhan Jing!"

"Then move," Ken said, "The Painted Ice Apostles have no scouts, and wild beasts are their tools, not eyes, so the cliffs on both sides of the valley are the stage for your performance."

Erica grinned.

Although this task must be extremely difficult, Zhan Jing's self-confidence and pride in being able to save people became the courage to support him.

"As ordered!"

The scout raised his head and answered.

They must rush to the end of the valley immediately, because the mounts of the two are still tied in the cave, and the next thing is to run...

(End of this chapter)