Othua's War Banner

CH 257 CH 0256

Lowndes saw that a robber had already stabbed himself with a dagger.

That person didn't realize that his body had been broken in two, and he fell heavily into the snow.

The banner is getting stronger and stronger.

Even a little scary.

Ken sat on the boulder and said to the frightened robbers, "I need to stay alive and provide us with some information. If anyone wants to sign up, they can throw away their weapons and say hello to me."

Lanz blocked the way with his stick.

The assassins temporarily lost their movements, and all froze in place.

They seem to be entangled, but they are not entangled in surrender, but thinking about sneak attack or retreating.

Ken can see that:

Although the size of this group of looters is small, they all have the same style. They like to use despicable means to achieve their goals. They should have cooperated for a long time.

[Team discipline: 84%]

Ken is able to see troop information.

He knew that this kind of gang would not easily betray their companions, because the black market also had rules, and no one liked guys with weak personalities.

Mature teams are always able to manage internal trust issues well.

But Ken is the best at building and breaking that discipline.

He raised his hand.

There was a faint sound of wind in the dark night, and before everyone could react, the front-end assassin had slowly fallen to the ground.

"Ah, be careful, it's an archer."

"It's so fast, has anyone seen where it is?"

……

The assassins panicked and whispered, and everyone approached each other subconsciously, and this behavior actually reduced the success rate of escape virtually.

Kuima hid in the dark and tightened the bowstring of [Suxiu], aiming at the next target.

clap clap!

Ken sat on the boulder and applauded, and the crisp sound once again attracted everyone's attention. This kind of active negotiation method can easily defeat the opponent's psychological defense.

He said, "Hey guys, did you hear what I said?"

The assassins became visibly more nervous.

Ken pointed to one of the marauders and asked, "Can you provide what I want to know? Give you a chance."

The enemy froze in place, not knowing what to do other than panic.

Ken sighed regretfully, then pointed to the other one, and the moment he moved his hand away, there was another short and soft sound in the air.

The assassins saw their accomplices lying beside them.

"Hey," Ken stared at the new target, but his tone gradually became cold. "What about you? Is there anything you want to say? I'm not a patient person."

The assassin visibly hesitated.

Fear and suspicion permeated the raiding party.

They have no way to resist the man in front of them, not to mention the elusive archer hidden in the darkness.

"Let's kill it!"

A voice came from the crowd.

Ken's hearing was very keen, so he slowly put down his hand.

Kuima let go of the fully charged bowstring, and the sharp arrow pierced through the night and stably shot into the target's throat, blood spurting out. Such a straightforward killing shocked the group of criminals quite strongly.

The assassins gritted their teeth, and some turned and pointed their weapons at Lowndes.

Seeing this scene, Ken stood up slowly and walked down from the rock.

He said: "I understand that betraying a companion is a very embarrassing thing, then we will leave the choice to fate. I need to live, but I only need one."

He moved his wrist, spread his five fingers, and the ax inlaid on the boulder flew into his hand.

The assassins saw that it was the God of Death who was slowly approaching them, and couldn't help but backed away. All the looters didn't hesitate any longer, and raised their weapons to kill Langz.

Whoosh, whoosh.

The sound in the air became denser.

Kuima twitched the bowstring faster and faster, he had no time to charge up, and the arrows fired in succession were almost connected into a line, precisely leaving life in this wasteland.

Listening to the wailing of their companions, the assassins' psychological defenses completely collapsed.

Holding the one-handed shield, the giant swung the stone stick heavily at the enemy rushing in front of him, and then there was a clear sound of bone cracking, and there was a feeling of some kind of slurry bursting out.

Lowndes swings left and right, parrying attacks and intercepting enemies at the same time.

The assassin only wanted to escape, and had no intention of resisting at all.

Ken swung his tomahawk and easily hacked to death the two laggard enemies. Coupled with Quema's shooting, the number of enemies in front of him was rapidly decreasing.

"Grab the lucky one in front of you, Lowndes."

Ken ordered.

The giant man threw the stone stick into the distance and hit his leg, and then he jumped up and pressed him firmly under his body.

"what."

With two screams almost simultaneously.

Apart from the captives, the last assassin died under Quema's bow and arrows.

[The end of the battle: reputation 25 (identity doubtful), some loot, captive X1. 】

Ken returned to the camp with the broken assassin.

The Dragonthorn Knights had already surrounded the two carriages, and all the remnants of the looters scattered around were killed.

The riders brought by Santon Kaya also returned one after another, and all of them had records.

Langmingway was checking on McGonagall's condition. The female scholar was wearing a thick blanket and was sitting by the campfire to receive greetings from her brother. Burke and the rest of the scholars were in a deep sleep, as if fainted by the secret medicine past.

When Ken heard the report, he laughed from the bottom of his heart.

An old fox like Burke simply pretended to be asleep because he felt that there was no need to get up in the situation around him.

Langmingway looked around and found a problem.

The enemy is very well prepared, even before dawn, drugs, magic, traps, and even the division of labor are taken into account.

"A well-trained and experienced raider."

Langmingway asserted.

Although the northern border likes to fight head-on, there are also groups that like to use witchcraft.

He knew that the attacks tonight were all professionals, and under such meticulous arrangements, even the Dragonthorn Knights were unable to hold back, almost deflated, and several sentry soldiers have yet to wake up.

but……

The mercenaries led by Ken Maharu were all sober, and there were not even a single wounded in the subsequent chase and fight.

"I'm curious," Langmingway asked. "How did you do it?"

Ken wiped the blood on the weapon, glanced at him, looked at each other for a moment, then smiled and said, "That's why Miss McGonagall hired us."

He wrapped [Dawn and Twilight] with a leather armor, and tied it with a bandage.

Langmingway looked at the concealed weapon.

This ax is so powerful that you can even feel the breath in it—only high-quality equipment can produce this kind of reaction, just like the one-handed sword you wear around your waist and hips.

"Can I see it?"

"No." Ken directly refused. "Miss McGonagall and I are in an employment relationship, so there is no friendship between me and you."

Meg covered her mouth and laughed.

Langmingway didn't force it.

He now understands:

Mahalu's self-confidence and weirdness are all supported by strength.

(End of this chapter)