Othua's War Banner

CHAPTER 151 CHAPTER 0150

"My friend, where are you from?"

While walking forward, Siti kept clutching the wound on her waist. Although everyone didn't trust the people in Nanjiang enough, her tone was still friendly.

Mercenaries and bounty hunters will also hunt down the Ice Apostle.

Moreover, many adventurers from the southern border also made friends with the tribes in the northern border, and it happened from time to time to lend a helping hand to each other and exchange supplies.

Ken put away his tomahawk and looked at the graceful lady in front of him.

[Character: Siti Ashani]

[Attitude: Friendly]

[The leader of the Shanwen Tribe has a straightforward personality and is an experienced female warrior. 】

"Ken Bouvier, from Thornton Kaya, the land of the Wintermother."

Ken said calmly.

He stretched out his hand towards City, mobilizing his experience points within a safe enough distance.

The guards of the Shanwen Tribe pulled out their scythes and shouted: "Stop, you brat from southern Xinjiang, show me some respect!"

City doesn't need protection.

She just squinted her eyes and wanted to make a move, but there was an itching from the wound. She stretched out her hand to cover it, but she didn't feel the tearing pain.

"Shamanda."

The two battle flags blurted out.

This is a general term for people with extraordinary talents in the sacrificial culture of the northern border.

"You, you..." City raised her head, "Is this a blessing or healing magic?"

Ken chuckled lightly, waved his hand and said, "It depends on how you understand it, but now we have to consider how to completely withdraw."

His [Albert Armor] is particularly conspicuous in a piece of rough northern armor.

Ken was tall and straight, with a majesty in him, and his steps were steady and crisp. Walking among the crowd, he naturally attracted a lot of attention.

He crouched in front of [Hume Hall].

Remarks analyze the specific situation.

【This strong frost warrior is fine. 】

"He went into a coma, just a backlash from the magic drain," Ken said.

The tribal coalition forces watched eagerly, feeling amazed.

The battle flags were silent.

In the wasteland, don't casually probe each other's identities, and the other party has no obligation to confess to you to the end.

When everyone respected each other's privacy, there was a discordant voice.

"Hi, young man."

The speaker is the battle banner of the Kongu tribe.

"You have to give me a reason to trust you." His thick beard completely covered his mouth, his eyes were sharp, and he said to Ken in a low voice: "I am very old-fashioned. When my tribe is retreating, it is impossible to keep the back Give it to a person from southern Xinjiang of unknown origin."

Ken stood where he was and didn't answer.

The middle of the cliffs on both sides was full of people, and the shield soldiers of the Kongu tribe stood proudly holding their shields.

[Common Sense: Clan Standing Posture]

[Unless you can ensure that the other party is a friend, you cannot remove armor and weapons on the battlefield. 】

Kane did not have the full confidence of the coalition forces.

He knew that even if he revealed his [Warring]'s identity now, it would only increase the uneasiness in the team, and it would not help the retreat.

"I think he's fine."

Sidi's voice attracted everyone's attention.

Zhan Jing of the Kongu tribe shook his head and said, "You can't relax your vigilance just because he is helping you with the treatment. We must be more cautious about southern Xinjiang."

"Not because of this."

Sidi's expression became extremely serious.

She pouted at Ken, then turned her head to look somewhere.

The bearded man glanced at the young man beside him, and he found:
Ken had already grasped the tomahawk, and stared into the distance in a daze, the determination in his eyes made one's scalp tingle.

The discussion came to an abrupt end.

The sights of the warrings gathered at one end of [Su Penluo Valley].

The cold wind blows through the silent army formation, just behind the enemy's flailing monsters and indifferent blue pupils, there is a person who is different.

Tu Zhanwa was not wearing a helmet.

He had jet-black messy hair loose, and those extremely sober eyes looked back over such a long distance and landed firmly on Ken.

"Picture chopping tiles..."

Kitty murmured out the other person's name.

She is from [Jianyan Ice Bay]. According to rumors, the former war priest was a cold and experienced warrior, a feared existence among the Qi Bing apostles.

"Someone said he was lost?"

Said the battle banner of the Fern Tribe.

The Qi Bing apostles are a group of lunatics. If they are bewitched by the belief in death, their eyes will turn blue, and while they become more violent, they will also become more brave and good at fighting.

Tu Zhanwa's strong and tall figure was sitting on a chariot.

His movements are calm and domineering, without any sense of "lost" impetuousness, and every movement and instruction is orderly.

"I'm sure the rumors are true and he was lost."

The bearded man of the Konggu tribe observed with a frown.

He met Tu Zhanwa once in [Wushuang Port] a few years ago. At that time, this man was riding a strong beast, completely immersed in the thrill of killing.

"Although I don't know what he went through."

The bearded man said, "I didn't see the frost bear, but it's obvious that Tu Zhanwa has got rid of the bewitchment now."

"This is not good. It feels like he has become more dangerous now. Look, all the lunatics around him listen to him. Where did this happen!"

The banners discuss their opponents.

The fact that this person has occupied the northern tavern, just because of his status as "Huoser's pre-battle festival" is enough to cheer people up.

Snowflakes fluttered and the atmosphere was depressing.

The team of the Painted Ice Apostles tightened their reins, waiting for the leader to give the order to charge.

The illusion created by the Thorn Kaya scouts has been exposed, the enemy will no longer hesitate, and the next step will only be a more bloody fight.

Tu Zhanwa stood up.

He was holding a [nail-headed axe] in his hand, as if the executioner had finally met a prisoner who was interested, and was eager to fight.

The tribal coalition forces here.

The battle banner of the Konggu Tribe asked Siti: "Do you want to take Ken with you when you retreat?"

"Can't you see it yet?" she said. "Tu Zhanwa must have had a blood debt with him. Judging from this posture, the relationship between the two parties is endless."

In the North, hatred can forge new alliances.

The war flags said no more.

Everyone organized the remaining teams, rearranged their formation, and prepared to break out from the other side of the valley.

City turned to 【Knife Tail Cat】.

Her mind was clear, and then another thing came to her mind:

The tribal coalition forces had been in a stalemate with Apostle Qi Bing for a long time, and Tu Zhanwa was behind the scenes, commanding the battle with ease, without even needing to show his face.

Ken cracked the [Ice Cone Storm] as soon as he appeared, and also attracted Tu Zhanwa to fight in person. I am afraid that this person is not simple.

"What is your identity?."

She asked.

"Leave first," Ken said succinctly, "I tell you now, and you won't believe it."

City didn't ask.

sip——

A li hawk flits high in the sky.

It retracted its wings and landed in the center of the coalition.

The war banner of the Fern Tribe has a grim expression:
"The back of the valley has been blocked by the Qi Bing apostle. Although we can rush out, if we can't shake off the pursuers, we will still suffer heavy losses."

　Blessings received, haha.

　　Thanks to "Yihan", "mowong" and "No doctor, no doctor" for their rewards!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)