Othua's War Banner

Chapter 277 0276: At the same time

"Well, there's one more thing."

The adjutant hesitated for a moment, then handed over another piece of information, "Do you still remember the Sandon Kaya we heard about a while ago?"

The Painted Bing Apostle is the enemy of the North.

So every year when the war broke out, every team that defeated the Qi Bing Apostle would be praised by people.

Thornton Kaya's remoteness attracted a great deal of firepower.

In fact, the tribal coalition forces led by Siti Ethani fought fiercely for a long time, and participated in countless battles before and after, and finally fought against the revived Tuzhanwa in Santon Kaya.

Baiwujia once used this incident to promote Ken, and credited all the credits before and after to a tribe.

They portrayed this battle banner as the savior. Although his southern face was covered up, this glamorous heroic epic was still welcomed and spread by people.

Of course Langmingway has heard of it too.

The adjutant handed the information to him, pointing to the name on it:
"The battle banner of Thornton Kaya seems to be from southern Xinjiang. I think it's a coincidence that this guy is also named Ken, but his surname is Bouvier."

Langmingway felt that the coincidence was a bit outrageous.

Norlin Kingdom is very rigorous and careful in doing things. Since the appearance of this special guy, every time relevant information is involved, someone will record and update it, so as to know ourselves and our enemies.

He repeatedly checked the briefings submitted by the southwest scouts.

The population flow of Santon Kaya is very normal, which shows that this tribe is indeed functioning and even developing.

If Zhan Jing left, how could there be such a clear plan?

"How many Kens are there in Palotusbi? Dozens or hundreds. There may even be several people with this name in Ambera Ice Harbor."

Langmingway rubbed the bridge of his nose.

He doesn't have the heart to study Mahalu now, but as long as he closes his eyes, he can't help recalling this man's behavior.

"Typical mercenary."

Langmingway did not mean to be contemptuous or critical, but this is the impression that Maharu really left on people.

他 说:

"This person can lead the team and is very capable, but he really doesn't look like the kind of battle flag that can carry the entire tribe."

Langmingway did not make his words clear.

If Ken is really in charge of a tribe, why would he be so big-hearted and leave it behind to fool around and take risks...

Even going to the Red Maple Heights?
nonsense!

The battle banners on Nanjiang's face are really too sensitive.

According to Langmingway:
The "Ken" of Thornton Kaya, it is estimated that even the development route will bypass the ancient tribe.

After all, the old antiques are still very hostile to the south, and it is impossible to endure this kind of belief invasion.

"In short, as long as Mahalu's identity as a mercenary is confirmed, we need to concentrate on finishing the matter."

Lang Mingwei put away the information, watched the adjutant leave and lay down to rest for a while.

The running around in the past few days has already affected his thinking ability, and there must be no mistakes in this critical escort mission.

……

Ambera Ice Harbor is bustling in the morning.

The butcher's restaurant serves wine and meat to passing travelers, and those fresh livestock come from the pastures of nearby tribes.

Most of the guests are rich.

They fed their stomachs, and then transported this delicacy to the southern border countries to sell it to the nobles of the kingdom.

The price difference between transactions can generate countless benefit chains.

The owner of the Butcher restaurant would describe his dreams to the chefs in this way every day, inspiring them to entertain the diners coming and going.

He himself will strictly inspect the livestock every time he brings them in, and check whether they are poisoned or infested with parasites.

You know, there are many monsters in the northern border, and some of them are more terrifying than imagined.

"I've seen argali infected by hunting..."

Every time he talks, he will tell the old story, a wave of undead that he experienced when he was young.

"Ah, there is a living person here!"

The guys shouted, and several laborers joined hands to drag Ivan, who was seriously injured and unconscious, out of the livestock manure.

The boss found that the guy was almost dying.

Restaurant workers recommend:

Throw him into the alley, or throw him in a wild place that no one knows. If it doesn't work, put him back in the cargo box, transport him out of the city in the dead of night, and finally find a suitable place to bury him.

"I... help me..."

Ivan woke up.

His vision was completely blank, and he couldn't even gather a decent focus. The shadows overlapped each other, and his senses had lost their effect.

The boss sighed.

He is Pulidor, a gentle land.

Every year in the northern border, there are unlucky ghosts who are wandering and wandering into the port of Ambera by smuggling, just looking for a shelter.

Just like he did back then.

"Drag to the tent at the back, give me a couple of mouthfuls of hot soup, change out the dirty clothes, and get some old jackets to wrap around my body."

The boss ordered his subordinates to give Ivan a simple treatment.

Ivan was in a coma.

He surrendered his life and death to fate, but there was always another voice circling in his mind.

"Ivan, wake up, I can fulfill your wish."

"I can feel that there is a key in this city. It is attracting me and calling you to get it."

"Greedy Bridge is coming back to Palotusby."

Ivan struggled lying on the simple bed, trying to get rid of the lingering whispers in his mind.

The scene in the dream became more and more clear.

It seems to be a very old building, and no mortal has enough willpower to refuse it, and always wants to step into it and walk to the other shore.

The butcher's guy shook his head.

The boss sighed too.

He originally wanted to see if he could salvage the unlucky ghost's foot, but the result was regrettable.

He also experienced homelessness.

The boss said: "Give me more firewood and build a stove. It's the best of benevolence. God bless, I don't expect to be able to pick up a laborer for nothing. At least my recent business will be stable."

……

Ambera Iceport, meanwhile, is an underground bounty area.

Moor Frog, Mr Poehler is meeting with his guests.

The other party was wearing a black fur hat, expensive and gorgeous clothes, and was holding a tin staff in his hand.

"Friend, you need to help me solve a problem."

Mr. Poehler fed the oil lamp until it was bright enough.

He took out the fragment of the proverb delivered by the leader of the looters, and carefully studied it under the oil lamp fueled by the secret medicine.

Then push it out and send it to the old friend on the opposite side.

"The fragment of Proverbs is really a priceless treasure."

Sarek wore gloves and let out a sound of admiration.

Of course the greedy wanted man wanted the thing for himself.

But he won't do it.

After all, the magic marsh frog in front of him can provide more benefits.

"It's just a hands-on effort."

As he spoke, he took out the single-sided golden glasses on his chest, and began to carefully study the hidden mysteries.

The light of magic keeps shining.

The dust of history is swept away bit by bit, until those forgotten greatnesses show their true colors in this world again.

Sarek said:

"This piece of proverb is a key, and it seems to be able to unlock a certain seal. To be honest, I have lost interest in it now. After all, no one knows where the door is, and what monsters are locked inside."

(End of this chapter)