Othua's War Banner

Chapter 216 0215: John
"I'm a little nervous, please, don't screw it up."

As soon as Ken finished speaking, the sound of cracking shells came from the dark cell of the altar.

The army shaman exerted all his magical control, concentrated the energy and gathered it into a streamer, and in just a few breaths, something broke out of the shell.

"I'm sorry, Warring."

He pointed to the snake egg in the corner.

It used to be active, and it was also ready to move under the inspiration of magic, but unfortunately, it lost the signs of life in the last period of growth.

[Hatch: Cangcuo Snake X5]

Ken didn't blame it.

The tribe's current conditions for incubating beast eggs are too poor, and they can only rely on the altar to gather strength to warm them up. Being able to survive five eggs is already something worth celebrating.

The little snake cautiously explored its surroundings, and then entrenched itself.

Because of the different energy absorbed, the appearance of these little guys also changed slightly.

They are all gray and white, a bit like the color of snow on the eaves after sunset, their heads look slightly wider, six eyes are open, two eyes are closed, the little guy is born with thick arms, cheek wings and mane are not very obvious.

The Cangcuo snake began to wander around them.

The altar overflowed with a lot of light, and every time the pumice stone rotated around, the slime on the surface of the young snake would dry up.

They stand upright with their supports, their eyes are indifferent but not bloodthirsty, and they can feel a certain hunter's breath hidden in their blood.

[Contract: Cangcuo Snake (young)]

【Level: D】

Ken stood up contentedly.

He had harvested his second type of contracted monster, perhaps because the snakes were still young, and he hadn't unlocked the corresponding beast spirit.

"Zhan Jing, be patient, Cangcuo Snake with pure blood is quite precious."

The army shaman said that as long as the tribe invests slowly, when they grow up and go through a few molts, they can become a major fighting force of the tribe.

"I hope the wasteland can give them time to grow."

Ken crossed his arms and said.

The army shaman curled his lips noncommittally, and continued: "The cultivation of snake monsters requires professionals, or you can find that kind of monster cub supplier and buy some medicine and food, which can help the young snakes grow up."

He paused, and completed the second half of the sentence:
"If you don't like it, you can sell the baby snake directly to mercenaries or traders."

"Are you serious?"

Ken looked at the shaman with a strange look, but the shaman just shrugged.

[The trade of monster cubs is very common. Northern mercenaries like to capture and collect some precious and useful pets, or rely on their special skills and superior combat effectiveness. 】

Ken waved his hand and said, "Of course I have the patience to wait for it to grow up, and this time may be shorter than we thought."

"What chance do you have?" the shaman asked.

Ken replied: "Usenbu said that among the allies of the Fern tribe, there is a battle banner with a python spirit. If the negotiation goes well, we can get professional snake taming knowledge and even win over reliable companions." .”

The army shaman nodded, and seemed to be looking forward to it.

At noon the next day, the sun did not shine down comfortably.

The storm condensed in the wilderness is imminent, with overcast clouds and gusty winds, and even the recent snowflakes are dusty and lifeless.

【Trade: Route Development】

【Success probability: 74%】

Patrol riders are on alert.

He is a recruit recruited by Thornton Kaya. It is his first rotation today. He is responsible for the order of the main road in front of the village and the commercial station.

Clang, clang.

In the distance came the heavy footsteps of camel beasts, as well as the violent sound of cargo boxes colliding.

Judging from the frequency of swaying the reins and the trembling rhythm of the wooden frame...

Drivers are grumpy.

The recruit thought.

He saw three trucks galloping towards them with a clear purpose, and rushed across the road in front of the village of Santon Kaya in an instant.

The cavalry set up to block the horses, and those who came would block in front of the [Commercial Station].

"Follow the rules, Thornton Kaya only welcomes friends, if we act recklessly, we will..."

He puffed up his chest, imitating the appearance of a veteran soldier on the wolf's back, and loudly warned.

The porter laughed.

"Where is the little brat, what's wrong with you?"

The little long-haired man got off the driver's seat, shook his leather jacket, and stretched comfortably towards the Sandon Kaya gate.

There are also many mercenaries and smugglers around the trading post.

The recruit felt that he was being watched, so he pointed at the wolf-bellied porter angrily, and warned: "Be careful with what you say, we welcome friends, you..."

"Little ghost, my uncle's name is Han, Han of Brother Han Qi, the boss of the Wasteland Walkers Chamber of Commerce!"

He leaped onto the wolf's back, grabbed the leather armor on the recruit's chest, stared, and let out a sharp and vulgar growl:
"Open your eyes and see, this is the emblem of Santon Kaya. My uncle, I helped you Zhanjing run to the south, and you still have to tell me what to do when I come back? The salary has to be calculated separately!"

The recruit stared at him blankly, even forgetting to resist.

Only then did John realize that the doll in front of him was immature, so he loosened his collar, showing a proud expression:
"Are you new here? Do you know Heila?"

The recruit nodded.

John jumped off the back of the wolf in arrogance. He pulled his cloak and called out the bodyguard assigned to him by Ken like a runner.

Two soldiers in leather armor with vicissitudes of life rode forward.

They showed the [Slavery Emblem] on their arms, revealing their identity as the War Banner Guards.

At this moment, Kuima, who heard the movement, hurried over.

He saw the truck of the Hanqi brothers from a long distance away, so he guessed the little misunderstanding in front of the commercial station.

Kuima waved to greet the two brothers, and Youhan rescued the recruits from his hands.

"Did the trip go well?" he asked.

"Hmph, sir, I'm a professional." John wiped his cheeks, "But I'm very hungry now, and I need a full meal to have the strength to tell stories."

He went to the side of the main car and beat on the window.

The cargo box sank a bit, and when the person inside came out, it bounced back quickly.

Kuima said with her arms crossed, "Long time no see, Qi."

The giant smiled implicitly, with a naive look.

He quietly followed behind his little brother and walked into the gate of the village together.

The village laborers brought fresh feed, and the Short Roaring Beast chewed it happily, seeming to enjoy it very much.

John took off his hat and scratched the inside of his leather jacket.

Kuima noticed his head looking left and right, and said, "Every time you come back, there will be earth-shaking changes here, right, Zhan Jing is a development genius."

"Hmph, I've never had a bad eye for picking partners."

John walked very aggressively.

His mouth was never happy either.

The style of tents stationed outside Santon Kaya is very unique. It is the temporary camp of [Mountain Tribe] and [Fern Tribe].

Coincidentally, Sidi was stepping on the wooden box to count, and she caught a glimpse of Quema out of the corner of her eye, and raised her hand to say hello.

John stopped immediately, his round eyes filled with bubbles:

"God, give me a slap, where did this sexy and hot girl come from?"

(End of this chapter)