Othua's War Banner

CHAPTER 352 CHAPTER 0351

[Historical truth is a treasure buried in the dust, keep in mind what it represents, and be able to give you corresponding help at the right time. 】

A note appeared in front of Ken.

It was also because of a dwarf that he first came into contact with the term [Historical Truth].

Blacksmith Arthur's teacher.

The undead of the labyrinth at the bottom of the Permafrost Falls.

He learned the name of Winter Mother from the other party, and used it to successfully build a bridge connecting each other in the first meeting with the old god.

The onlookers are admiring the magnificence of the sculpture.

He also looked at the towering gates:

You can judge the body characteristics of the main sculpture figure through the proportion, but it will not be as cramped as a dwarf, or even the opposite...,

The heroic figure of the dwarf emperor appears majestic and heroic in the sunlight.

【Tasting: +150】

The craftsmen used special techniques to prevent people from carefully observing the appearance of the dwarf emperor, but when the city gate was raised, the whole city could feel that it was bowing down under the king's seat.

"If this work really came from the Selderling family, then history is wrong. Those who can carve such a work have absolutely not betrayed."

Ken speaks his mind.

McGonagall nodded quietly.

The war is about to start, and the city gate will inevitably be destroyed.

Mag was not stupid enough to ask everyone to protect the historical relics and give up such an important city defense.

All she can do is try to record the images in her head as best she can.

While the onlookers were still marveling at the works of the Soldering family, the sentry above the city wall suddenly sounded a warning.

Marauder armies are on the move!
Ken walked up the gray-white stone steps, and there were even cobwebbed wine bottles piled up in the surrounding corners. It seemed that Ambera Ice Port hadn't entered a state of war for a long time.

The snow-covered distant mountains are silent, and the flying giants fly across the wine-colored sky.

The dust on the horizon is indeed a sign of the army moving.

Signs of crowds could be seen between the tents, the outposts became stricter than before, and the patrolling beasts seemed to become more aggressive.

"The enemy has established a new commander?"

Langmingway was more familiar with the army than anyone else, and after watching for a moment, he made a judgment.

"I'm afraid it's worse," Ken said.

He clearly saw that the mission to kill Lufu had failed.

Ambera Ice Harbor is one of the most prosperous seaports in the northwest of the North Territory, and the occupations gathered in the city are also very rich.

Beastmasters send flying beasts into the sky for scouting.

There are also a lot of livestock raised by the looters, so the information that can be collected is limited.

Ken asked Quema to search for it at the adventurer's house, and not long after, the [Spiritualist], who was entangled in numbness, stepped on the steps and appeared on the city.

"Mr Mahalo."

His whole face was hidden in the blouse, and his voice seemed to be that of a middle-aged man.

Ken pointed to the position where the looters were most powerful, and said, "I want to see what's going on over there, especially people."

The clairvoyant held the metal medium that had been shaped out.

Following a string of mantras...

It was suspended in front of Ken's chest, emitting mist-like streamers continuously, and finally washed out flocculent ripples, directly expanding into a floating mirror.

Ken felt his consciousness flicker for a moment.

When he accepted a certain invitation and refocused his sight, the scene in front of him began to flow rapidly:
Crossing the scorched soil, and the depression full of cheap arrowheads and javelins, over the low slope full of hoofs, and finally even left the garrison area outside the city, and came near the camp of the looters...

Ken subconsciously exclaimed and quickly became quiet.

Lang Mingwei was not surprised, but Kuima and some mercenaries expressed their appreciation.

The visionary was a little honored to see everyone's reaction.

While manipulating his field of vision, he kept explaining that those scenes were transmitted back, and he would not bring the voice from here.

"Marauders can't hear..."

Before the vision master could finish his sentence, he suddenly trembled silently.

Ken sensed something was wrong, and was about to ask aloud, and put his hands over to prepare for treatment at any time, but he heard a rough male voice suddenly coming from the city wall.

"Look who this is?"

The floating screen suddenly began to shake.

A few fingers first appeared on the edge of the mist, and then Lufer's grinning face suddenly appeared in the picture. With the sound of cracking, the whole magic began to become extremely unstable.

"Who is peeking, it's not polite...Ken, are you there, why can't I see you..."

There was a certain madness in Louvre's voice.

His fingers were covered in a faint cloud of black smoke, and the thing was clearly a product of Morgol, but the marauders didn't seem to be infested at this time.

[Lufer has reached a tacit understanding with the legendary giant beast. 】

The clairvoyant's hands twitched, and the metal ornaments were also shaking.

Lufer crushed the magic, the screen disappeared in an instant, and the caster collapsed with bleeding from the corner of his mouth.

"Don't move, get out of the way!"

Ken caught the person with the fastest speed, and then took advantage of the contact to check the injury, quietly pouring experience points into the opponent's body.

Fortunately, the effect of magic backlash is not serious.

Ken's brows were hard to relax.

"I have to say, it's the worst-case scenario."

After the bloody battle, the enemy didn't seem to have suffered any losses. On the contrary, they were stronger and braver than before, and they could even capture the medium magic floating in the air with their bare hands.

……

Dusk is coming, marauder camp.

Lufer is reviewing the troops that are about to depart.

The minions stared at their commander with strange eyes.

Just now he suddenly talked to himself in the air.

Both the leader and the northern robbers are more experienced, and they can all sense the magic fluctuations.

Anyone who can understand what Lufu is doing will be in awe of him from the bottom of their hearts. This kind of spying secret technique is relatively complicated, and it is difficult to even defend in advance, let alone this kind of casual capture.

The sky darkened completely.

The looting team is ready to go.

"Let's go, target, Shmira Coast, we're going to sea!"

Louver flipped onto the front saddle of his mount.

What he chose was an adult Light Frost Voldiaur--thick armor of grayish gray, a knife-like spine, and a moving speed no less than that of an adult winter horse.

"What are we going to do?"

The leader of the severed finger asked while riding a rye badger.

Loufer put it succinctly: "Do what we do best."

"I don't know."

They were moving away from Ambera Ice Harbor at an extremely fast speed, and the sound of waves beating the shore kept echoing in everyone's ears.

Lu Fu's cold eyes made people shudder.

The rye badger couldn't help dodging outwards, and the leader of the severed finger almost couldn't hold the rein.

Lufer sneered twice and explained:

"Since the captains are discussing to attack us, we might as well go directly to the deck, say hello to them, and take another hostage by the way..."

(End of this chapter)