Othua's War Banner

Chapter 413 0412: Ice Thorns
[Red Maple Heights Outer Area]

A land of ice and snow where mountain passes and tundra intersect.

Scattered villages have been devastated by undead waves. Along the road, you can see scorched earth and wreckage of winter houses from a distance.

Frengundo held a battle-cry meeting, and the mages in the north used secret techniques to summon a dome like a sky to cover the Red Maple Highlands, and some towns became the entrances and exits of the army and residents.

These places are as messy as open camps.

[Your crotch is a tired winter horse, slowly marching on the muddy and noisy crowded trails, people and forces of different living levels in the northern border pass you by. 】

Ken wears a wolf head mask.

He looked around, using notes to identify the totems, and saw the names of many small tribes.

[The ranks of the team are not uniform, both old and weak, and even the leader's banner is a sad face. 】

This kind of flame that will be blown out by the cold wind at any time is like falling snowflakes, which makes people feel distressed. Perhaps, standing here at this moment are most of their clansmen...or even all of them.

Jordan Bu rode the "Tartbanga Behemoth", and Irona sat on the saddle shoulders in front of her.

"A lot of people are just like us, looking for allies, looking for a chance to survive."

She gently stroked the child's head, lowered her voice, and continued with a hint of sadness in her tone: "We are lucky, some people can't even get here, and are swallowed by darkness on the road."

Ken didn't speak.

Because he found that several groups of mercenaries were paying attention to him.

These strong men standing in front of taverns and weapon shops in groups of twos and threes holding knives and axes seemed to have become suspicious.

They also whispered to the caravan leader next to them, thinking that Ken was very similar to "Maharu" in Ambera Ice Harbor.

They set off after the wave of marauders subsided, so they arrived at Red Maple Heights ahead of other caravans and mercenaries.

Because of the mask and the members of [Wind Rock Tribe], no one is sure who the leader of the wolf head sitting on the winter horse is.

Ken didn't take the initiative to reveal his identity, but he also felt the pressure.

When Kuima and Lorgar saw that Zhan Jing was wearing a mask, they ordered everyone to take out all the decorations that concealed their identities.

Langz rode a strong Parmenro wild boar. His armor had a cool and steady texture. At this time, he also put on a face mask that was only used by butchers, and walked past the eyes of the mercenaries and the northern natives...

Intimidating!
The team finally approached, and the noise of the dispute had become louder.

The two groups of men and horses are at war, and seem to be ready to fight at any time.

Ken looked up, smiling under his mask, for he recognized the loudest ones—the Icering Tribe, the Frostwhisperers, Hanalede's Scales.

[Character: Hume Hall]

[Identity: Battle Flag]

[Faction: Ice Ring Tribe]

Hume clenched his weapon, and behind him stood a group of strong, shirtless men.

Although they were far outnumbered and not as well equipped, Hume was not afraid to flinch.

Directly in front of him was a dark army of the North.

Judging from the scale of the yaks and battle mounts, it is indeed in line with the rumored impression of the Beishan Alliance, which is the tribal allies of Siti.

Their commander was a tall old man with no beard, sunken eye sockets, and a rather unbeaten expression.

"Gema!"

Hume called out his name, then angrily got on his mount, picked up the war hammer made of [Shen Bingyan], glared at the old man and said:
"I'm going to the plains now. Even if City dies, I'll drag the body back... If this is the end, someone from the Beishan Alliance has to pay for this damn decision!"

The old man named Gema had sharp eyes.

His hand holding the hemp rein was covered with burns. It seemed that he had challenged the wilderness when he was young.

Keen noticed that his darkfeather mantle was tattooed with the Beacon of the Game Lord, indicating that he had defeated a certain number of huge beasts.

He is the most powerful tribal banner of [Beishan Alliance].

After the death of old Ethani, she once supported Sidi to inherit the position of leader.

At that time, Gema thought that his prestige was not enough to replace the old leader.

And the young girl doesn't have enough courage, he only needs to apply a little pressure to control the entire Beishan Alliance.

What he didn't expect was...

Siti Ethani was just as tenacious as her father.

The situation in the northern border is becoming increasingly fierce, and the forces that have been brewing for many years in the southern border countries are beginning to move around.

The balance point that has been frozen for many years is finally about to be broken one day.

Gema couldn't stand it anymore.

He loathes the tradition of shrinking, and thinks that the banners of the alliance have seen the status quo clearly, and City's management has not achieved the desired effect under his own suppression.

The Beishan Alliance has been in harmony with each other.

Both Gema and City are expanding their teams.

He likes strong old antiques.

Smarter, meaner, more sensible.

City's new allies are small and medium-sized tribes, which appear weak and weak.

Whether it is Hume or Wusenbu, the strength is not enough to shake the ancient Beishan.

Gema firmly believes that using emotion to make people loyal is far less solid than profit.

He gripped the reins tightly, thinking:

It's time to push the Aziz Tribe to unprecedented glory!

To achieve this goal, in addition to using the power of the Southern Border Empire, we must first find a way to get City out of its current position.

If she is unwilling to back down or compromise, she can only use other means...

Gema knew the charm of Sidi.

Like her father, she is benevolent, takes the lead, and likes to give the small tribe a head start.

Gema also knows how to use it to create accidents and put Sidi in a desperate situation...just like her father.

He looked up at the gloomy sky, the black smoke was swirling around, and the dome was also dimmed. Even if Sidi could hold on until now, the Pistonk army standing by would kill people.

Gema twitched the reins and said:
"You can go if you want."

The dark team separated towards the two sides, giving way to the road leading to the outskirts of the town.

The soldiers began to move on the muddy ground, their gnarled muscles and sour-smelling fur overlapped and criss-crossed, with terrifying eyes, daggers made of bone with straps everywhere, huge and exaggerated heavy weapons, and mounts...

Members of the Icering tribe stepped in the parting black waves.

Gritting his teeth, Hume urged the tribe to move forward, passing through the middle, and when there was enough space to march, he suddenly stopped moving...

Between the babbling chariots and hooves, a strange team appeared in front of them.

The leader is the slightly embarrassed City.

Gema's expression is quite wonderful.

Hume grinned instantly, and he rushed to embrace Sidi, muttering.

"Hanared bless you, you are still alive."

He grabbed Sidi's shoulder and shook it again, with sincere eyes:
"Brothers in the alliance are waiting for your news, but Gema is a thief, and we have been assigned to different battlefields from you. Wusenbu and the others are all in a hurry now, but they can't rush over."

Sidi nodded.

She stared at Gema with sharp eyes. Even the weather-beaten Cold Iron Hunter felt a little nervous because of her guilty conscience.

But the old stuff held on.

He sat securely on the beast's back, and was even able to greet hypocritically: "Zhan Jing, glad to see you back?"

Sidi replied calmly: "Don't say that, you are also a warrior, Uncle Gema."

(End of this chapter)