Othua's War Banner

CHAPTER 251 CHAPTER 0250
Langmingway smiled restrainedly.

His greatest strength lies in his humility, having a clear goal in life, and having enough beliefs to support himself.

This kind of sobriety is hard to see among young people today.

Langmingway put away his smile and asked Burke: "Teacher, who is Maharu? I think he seems very complicated."

"The mercenary leader of the Southern Border Guild, the person recommended by Kleiter."

It was perfectly natural for Burke to lie.

He didn't even pause, and was able to describe in vivid detail his joy at seeing the bard recently.

Langmingway had no doubts.

He believed that Burke had no possibility of harming Norlin Kingdom, and he showed enough respect and trust in the teacher's ability.

After a short rest, the team set off for the north.

They had to pass through the Fjord of the Sharp Ice, detour around several camps, and finally reach the Red Maple Highlands ruled by Frengandor.

Norlin's cavalry are like steel.

They were tough and strong, and they walked through the cold wind without any complaints. According to the agreement, they did guard the carriages in the middle and did not enter the core area at will.

Langmingway delivered food and supplies on time.

Ken would have to go through it under his nose.

He has notes, can see the qualities and traps, and the situation is not bad. Apart from seeing the richness of Norlin Kingdom again and Langmingway's favor for his sister, nothing else happened.

every night...

The knight commander will come alone.

He sat with Mag by the campfire, took care of her, talked with her, talked about what he had seen and heard during this period and their lives.

[Very warm family atmosphere, this kind of intimacy is not common in the family environment of the Osuya continent today. 】

Ken sat by the campfire next door.

Maintain a distance where you can support at any time... without hearing the faint voice of conversation.

At least a polite distance.

His hearing is so keen that there's really no way to ignore it.

Langmingway was very serious when he talked about the situation in the northern border.

He said that the impact of the opening of the ruins is very great.

The activity level of the raiders is the highest ever, and in the hunting season in the late winter and early spring, the tribal competition is very frequent...

"The northern border is in chaos. As we go down, people are bleeding every day."

"Aren't they afraid? There are armies and looters every year, and we will be fine. I also believe in your... strength."

Meg wanted to encourage her brother.

She is not blindly optimistic. After witnessing how well Thornton Kaya cleared up the looters, this scholar has her own judgment on the power of the northern border.

Mag believes in the strength of the Dragonthorn Knights.

She also believed in Selena...and Ken Bouvier.

"Silly girl, you are really blindly optimistic."

In front of his sister, Lang Mingwei always let go of the majesty of the Northern Expedition Knight Commander.

"The plundering group is large in scale and has many forces. They are no less dangerous than the Qi Bing apostles..."

According to Langmingway:

Palotusbi passed through several plains to the north, and the raiders wandered like murderous souls and bloodthirsty monsters.

Trying to travel through the past now is like walking barefoot on a narrow road full of icy slag.

"From plotting to stealing, everyone is terrified, and no one dares to relax their vigilance. You have never seen sinister and vicious magic, and there are daunting opponents."

Lang Mingwei frowned, as if recalling some very bad memories.

"Right now, several notorious criminals are forming gangs. They are attacking missions of various countries with more troops than expected. There is no bottom line."

McGonagall thought about it.

"Are we afraid of these bandits?" she asked.

"Of course not! We are limited by other things." Lang Mingwei said something. "Fron Gundo and all of you, they signed the old covenant, not allowing the troops from the countries in the southern borders to enter Palotusbi in large numbers, otherwise they will be regarded as instigating war."

McGonagall seemed to understand the current impasse.

The relics are open, and the major forces must send missions if they want to obtain the information in them, and various restrictions in the northern border have virtually weakened everyone's protection power.

The looters are gathered together with their interests.

The wilderness is becoming increasingly dangerous.

Tribes in the northern border can send troops to escort them arbitrarily, but the southern border states will be subject to various restrictions.

"I feel that it's too coincidental. There's a taste of a partnership between the war flags and the looters."

McGonagall was sharp.

She spoke her mind.

Ken sat silently in the distance. He heard the conversation between the two people, and suddenly felt that the northern border was not as barbaric and ignorant as the outside rumors said.

The whole snow-wrapped wilderness was pushed by several pairs of invisible giant hands.

Who is sitting at the gambling table?
The war banner of the ancient tribes in the north.

The mysterious mover of history.

The ruling class of the southern border countries.

"I do not know."

Langmingway has enough political sense, but he is more willing to believe in good things.

"Perhaps it's just a coincidence. According to the information we have received so far, it seems that there is something very important hidden in this ruin, and the reason why your battle flags did not stop this unfairness is, in a sense, screening!"

Lang Mingwei said: "Those who can pass through many tests and reach the Red Maple Heights are all city-states or kingdoms with considerable heritage. Only those who are strong are qualified to see the ruins."

He continued:

"The looting group ran rampant and absorbed a lot of wealth. When the turmoil of the ruins is over, the tribe can turn around and pay it off!"

Sudden……

He felt someone touch his chin, turned around, and saw that his sister, who was usually calm and calm, also had a little annoyance on her face.

Mag pressed Langmingway's stubble and saw the hidden scars.

"Wounded by armor?"

"The corner of the hammer," he replied.

Mag showed a little distress.

The Lierbota family gathers less and leaves more, and every time she sees her brother, she can see new scars.

At this moment, she actually began to understand Joan's mood.

"Ha ha."

Lang Mingwei handed over the warm anti-cold potion. "Don't worry, I'm just bruised, he has already slept forever."

"But I just care about you, understand? Don't just run for your ideals, protect yourself so that you can pass on the Lierbota family."

McGonagall shared half of the blanket with her brother.

She drank the potion and rested on the softer light armor until late at night when Langmingway sent her back to the carriage.

Ken always kept a safe distance.

He is like a mysterious Sorcerer's Stone, perfectly fit, seemingly reasonable, but strange, making it difficult for people to perceive the most real part.

Before Langmingway left, he said to him, "You look a bit like a mercenary and a bit like a hunter."

"Are these two identities contradictory?"

Ken, who was originally leaning against the carriage, raised his head when he heard these words.

"No, I hope your skills meet expectations." Lang Mingwei reminded. "The enemies we will encounter next are all lunatics, very scary."

Ken nodded.

He didn't just listen to it casually, but kept it in his heart.

　Let's talk about it tomorrow, Riwan. It's a bit late today, so I'll save the manuscript first.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)