Othua's War Banner

Chapter 166 0165: Reason

Tu Zhanwa panted, staring at the only remaining eye.

A black barrier enveloped the two of them, with dark lines permeating the barrier like boiled corpse oil, two completely different lines intersecting each other.

Tu Zhanwa wields a mace indiscriminately.

His roaring sound seemed so distressed, the reverberation of the dying person reverberated in this silent and empty arena, even the shadow rubbing on the ground was crumbling.

"Damn guy, people from southern Xinjiang, get out of the northern border!"

Tu Zhanwa cursed casually and attacked indiscriminately, the range became smaller and smaller, but the hatred in his eyes continued to intensify.

There was absolute seriousness on Ken's face...and compassion.

He said: "Your hatred does not come from me, but from memories and obsessions that cannot be discarded."

"You...must...die." Tu Zhanwa said.

"And then?" Ken shook his head. "Huoser's battle sacrifice, the legend of the North, but not as brave as a child."

The war in Santon Kaya is not over yet.

The village road was stained red with blood, among the desperately fighting crowd, Meng who was riding a wolf suddenly turned his head and looked at the pitch-black barrier in the center.

……

Tu Zhanwa was exhausted.

"It's full of lies," he staggered, and his figure was swaying. "Otherwise, you answer me, what does this wasteland mean to you? Faith, compatriots, honor..."

Tu Zhanwa stared, with blood running down his cheeks, making his expression even more ferocious.

"I don't care about that at all."

Ken replied frankly.

"I knew that you have nothing to do with the Northern Territory. All of this is a conspiracy, and Zhan Jing's identity is just a cover to cover up your despicableness..."

Tu Zhanwa's face was full of excitement, and blood overflowed between his teeth.

"Ha ha."

Ken interrupted the baseless accusation with a smile.

"The source of these stupid things is just because a girl who lost her home sang a winter song, and I believe that is the remaining beauty of the North."

He put [Morning and Twilight] on his lap, as if after days of hard work, he finally had a place isolated from the world where he could relax.

Tu Zhanwa took two steps forward.

to be frank.

The battle banner of the face of southern Xinjiang.

This "contradictory identity" has stimulated him for so long, but he has never had a good look at this young man.

Ken's expression was calm, his eyes pure and resolute.

Tu Zhanwa stared at him for a long time with his blood-red eyes, but he didn't find a trace of timidity or conspiracy based on his years of experience in battle.

Ken ignored the approach of the enemy.

He looked up at the multicolored dome, wanting to peel off the emblem of Thornton Kaya from the intertwined patterns. At the same time, he said with a tone of memory:

"But, the road is getting farther and farther, and more and more people are gathering. Some identities or missions that you care about... Heh, in fact, they all ran to the door by themselves."

Tu Zhanwa repeatedly searched for his anger in his heart.

He wanted to scold and refute, but he couldn't open his mouth at all. Up to now, the other party had no reason to lie.

Ken turned his head.

Facing the tall and tall Tuzhanwa, he looked at his weather-beaten face and said calmly: "The more you think about it, the less reason you have to swing your weapon. You actually know everything deep down in your heart, but you have been avoiding it for too long..."

"Cunning language, don't try to deceive me!"

Tu Zhanwa's head exploded, his saliva splashed, and there was no dignity at all.

"I didn't lie to you," Ken said, looking down and staring at the opponent's weapon. "After you think it through, can you still lift it calmly?"

Shame and anger made Tu Zhanwa blush and tremble all over.

The two iron totems on his chest jingled, colliding like a string of ear-piercing wind chimes.

He lowered his head, staring at his clenched fist.

"Look, yeah."

Ken said.

He raised his head with a weary smile, and continued: "I want to protect a beauty, but the darkness looks around, that hope is as weak as a candlelight, but many people regard it as a treasure, and try their best to protect it .”

The barrier cuts out the sound.

Thornton Kaya was bloody, and the tribal coalition forces were enduring the pain and bravely faced the weapons of the Qi Bing apostle.

Everyone wants to survive.

People of various beliefs are united by an invasion.

Ken regained his eyesight, took a step forward slowly, and said, "We don't want to compromise, so we can only choose to fight."

The boots made shallow marks on the bare frozen ground.

Ken flashed his tomahawk, his expression became cold and heavy, and the warmth and emotion in his eyes disappeared, replaced by...

It is a heavy shackle.

It is bloody anger.

It is resistance under the pressure of desperation.

Tu Zhanwa gradually realized his situation. He wanted to fight back, but his legs were like ice blocks, and his trembling fist could not drive the weapon.

Ken's eyes were firm, like the dawn of judgment.

He raised the battle ax high, stepped forward and gritted his teeth, cutting out an arc full of anger.

At the last moment, Tu Zhanwa's subconscious mind raised his hand, and the nail-headed ax stood upright, just blocking the path of the swing.

Twilight fell into steel.

The sharp edge cut the worn handle in two, and the heavy hitting part of the nail-headed ax fell off, spinning, and embedded in the ground not far away.

Tu Zhanwa did not fall.

He looked blankly at the fully opened chest, the blood making his pupils lose focus.

"I have a reason to kill you!"

Ken mentioned the morning and evening, cut through the resistance of the air, and used all his strength to chop off Tu Zhanwa's head.

The totem was shattered, and memories came flooding back.

The world in Ken's eyes has undergone earth-shaking changes, and his consciousness has fallen into a dream.

The picture begins with running in the snow.

The owner of the body fell on the ice, reflecting a naive northern child who grew to maturity with the cold wind and fell into a pool of blood again.

Ken heard hooves and the neighing of horses.

[Arms: Black Rider Cavalry]

He calmly watched Tu Zhanwa's memory fragments, and the Heili cavalry had become the other party's nightmare.

"This terrifying army comes from the Kingdom of Pistonke."

Ken remembered that he had encountered the [Pistonk Caravan] during his migration, as well as a mysterious person who could deceive Remarks.

This kingdom is close to the Wall of Permafrost, and Thornton Kaya is more likely to come into contact with it than 【Norlin】.

"Pay attention to relevant information in the future."

The screen continues.

Ken also knew the reason why Tu Zhanwa lost confidence in the tribe-Huosou's connivance to the southern border, once again repeated his previous tragedy.

"Oh? There will be him."

Ken sees a person in the debris.

【War Banner: Frengun Duo】

[Race: Orc]

Tu Zhanwa met him because of Huosser's fight for the rights of [Red Maple Heights], and Flen Gunduo appeared in the picture decades ago, but he has become so powerful that no one can stop him.

"One artifact in the Dewar tribe for ten years..."

Ken frowned slightly, and finally understood why Selina said that Frengundur was a symbol of force in the northern border, and one of the reasons why the southern border countries did not dare to invade in an all-round way.

(End of this chapter)