Othua's War Banner

Chapter 169 0168 Alliance
When Xi Di and the rest of the battle flags heard the news, when they came, the square was already full of people.

"Who brought the witch sacrifice and prayed?"

"Fart, I have rough men under my command, so there are no priests."

"Don't look at me, City," said Tomio. "Our tribe, even the assembly has never been so pious."

Weeping people at the edge of the square spotted the banners.

City didn't want to disturb at first, but seeing that everyone got out of the way, she could only wave her hands and walk towards the suspended crystal from the middle of the separated passage.

After a few steps, she saw Ken on the steps.

"What did you do again?"

asked City.

"Wait a minute, there are not many left." Ken replied calmly, and then continued to say the next name to the logistics officer. "Saiyipu, Spearman, from..."

Hume stood up immediately, and he asked, "Do you know the soldiers under my command?"

"Not only that," the onlookers in the square explained, "Mr. Ken is helping us appease the souls of the dead. He is not a corpse whisperer, but he can remember all the compatriots who died in battle..."

"Yeah, even witches can't do it."

The onlookers rushed to add.

Ken sat quietly on the steps with tired eyes, talking about the names that flashed in front of his eyes, and the land they originally belonged to.

Hearing this description, the Zhanjing people had complicated expressions, and even Sitty's eyes flashed with surprise. They had witnessed many miracles, but what they saw still shocked them.

Ken took the armor and walked away from the steps.

【Reputation: +160】

[The favorability of the Ice Ring Tribe has increased, the favorability of the Fern Tribe has increased, and the favorability of the Empty Valley Tribe has increased...]

The undulating sound of prayers in the distance drifted into the firelight.

Ken stopped.

In front of his eyes was a hand covered with dirt and black, it was a homeless person, and the other person's eyes shone with desire.

[Common Sense: War Containment]

[Refugees who are stranded in the tribe because of the war, when the war is over, they are only allowed to stay with the consent of the leader. 】

"Take us in, great banner."

……

Ken was still hesitating, but the road in front of him stretched out more hands.

Even though the soldiers guarded the discipline, those people still watched eagerly.

Their weather-beaten skin was exposed to the air, and longing eyes pierced the barrier and fell on Ken.

This group, homeless, smelled hope.

【Surge of prestige】

[You have created your own legend, and the prestige of the Northern Territory has reached a certain stage, and the refugees rushed over, begging you for mercy. 】

Ken opened his mouth and said softly yet dignifiedly: "Phew, those who are desperate should settle down first. If you want to stay in Sandton Kaya, you must work hard, be kind, and be sincere."

This order is noble and solemn.

The refugees smiled and felt relieved, but their outstretched hands remained open.

Even the slightest touch of the wind that Ken moves by as he walks by seems to share in the bravery at the heart of the warring.

City and the others made room.

Ken walked to the center, nodded slightly, and several people left the tribal square holding helmets, armor and weapons.

All the mages of the Qi Bing Apostle were killed.

The cloud stopped rolling.

The long night is coming to an end, and the dawn is approaching. The flowing clouds are like dizzy old Columbona wine, gradually dissipating the froth, revealing a pure background.

The digital battle flag stands high on the battlefield.

The tribal coalition forces were all busy cleaning up, and the residents left the shelter to cooperate with the laborers to deal with the aftermath.

There seemed to be power brewing on the horizon, ready to move, until the dawn broke through the clouds.

Ken looked tired.

Sidi didn't disturb his daze, Hume and Tomio watched on, and after a while, they waited for their adjutants—the team needed to distribute the spoils, which was an embarrassing and serious matter, and there was even a special edition of "Old Testament" in the Northern Territory. As a guideline for alliance distribution.

"Look, Ken, we think you need more."

Sidi spread her palms and said.

Ken turned around and glanced at the crowd. Even without a note to remind him, he could feel that everyone respected him—and it was absolutely sincere.

"Well, those over there."

He called the quartermasters of the Union Army.

"Speak, Mr. Kean."

A group of strong men wearing thick animal skin jackets and tattoos on their faces instantly became respectful. While speaking, they even looked at this southern border battle flag with their eyes.

He seemed peaceful, tall and well-built.

His gestures are capable but not hasty, he looks like the leader of a mercenary regiment, his pupils are amber, sharp and calm.

Ken said: "Thornton Kaya has accepted your asylum. I am not qualified to ask for more. On the contrary, you must need some compensation to barely recover the loss during this bumpy journey..."

Tomio raised his hand to interrupt: "The people of the mountains have always been sincere to their friends. I promised to apologize to you for my reckless words and deeds."

He asked his quartermaster to collect the consumables for repairing the equipment, and then transported all the rest of the valuables to Sandon Kaya's camp.

Ken smiled and shook his head: "No need."

"Unless," Tomio pursed his lips, his bushy beard arched, "you don't think there is friendship between us?"

"Hahaha!"

All the soldiers raised their heads and laughed.

It was the first day after the defeat of the Qi Bing Apostle, Thornton Kaya fell into the carnival of victory, and the quartermasters built a dozen tents to store supplies.

The smithy was crowded.

The battle flags took out all the artisans accompanying the army and gave them to [Arthur] to command, and the newly rammed temporary furnace shone with orange light.

"The people under you are really good at craftsmanship."

Hume praised again and again.

Arthur kept his warhammer shiny, and even re-carved the smoothed pattern clearly, and even repaired the magic circle that guides the power.

"I want to thank you all," Ken replied, "If we leave it all to us, I'm afraid we won't be able to handle it for half a month."

"It's just a matter of helping hands. The manpower in the mountains is rough, and the guys with superb blacksmith skills are all gathered in the big tribe."

Tomio waved his hand.

The bonfire is blazing, and the food tempts every hungry stomach.

Sidi leaned on the armor and [Knife Tail Cat], handed over a wooden cup full of wine and said:

"That's why allies are needed. The tribes communicate and help each other, which can enable us to defeat more powerful enemies."

"Thanks, guys."

Ken took the wine, clinked glasses with several warriors, heard the crisp sound of the iron hoop, and swallowed the spicy wine.

[The tribal alliance can get more resources, continue to consolidate and expand your reputation, develop your allies, let Thornton Kaya have more strength to rely on, and grow up as soon as possible. 】

The battle banner of the Fern Tribe continued:
"If you don't mind, Mr. Ken, please let us stay for a while, there are some things I can teach you."

"Don't think this old guy is arrogant."

Siti continued, "The fern tribe has been passed down for a long time, and you are the youngest warrior among us, so you have to be humble in terms of experience."

City blinked and downed another glass.

She endured the smell of alcohol on the back of her tongue, and made a carefree voice.

　Thanks to "Patient No. [-] of Qingshan Sanatorium" for the reward, I can't cut the book, the story is told slowly, thank you for your support.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)