Othua's War Banner

Chapter 417: 0416

"Pfft, bah!"

Dangtu raised his head abruptly, spitting and screaming, like a furry bear after the winter, constantly shaking off the snow on his body.

On the eve of the avalanche falling overhead, he protected his father under his body. In fact, even if it was not Wusenbu, he would do the same for any old man or young offspring in the tribe.

The brothers around are all ready to rely on each other in times of crisis.

Zhan Jing's sense of responsibility is inherited in one continuous line in the fern tribe.

"Witch Ji, axeman, check the quantity, and pay attention to whether there are buried people at your feet!"

Pangtu pulled his feet out of the waist-deep snow, and at the same time couldn't help but look up.

The avalanche didn't stop.

The whole mountain was still trembling, but when those white waterfalls were approaching their heads, a large area of ​​ice was stuck in the stone.

And it was this seemingly coincidental pedal that changed the direction of the avalanche.

The soldiers of the Fern Tribe popped up one by one, and while celebrating each other, they also looked at it in surprise.

A wave of snow rushed out in an arc from the top of the head, and fell into the abyss rift like a sea wave. At this moment, they were in the gap between the waves, watching Bai Lian fly past overhead.

"The old gods bless..."

Pantu took the hand holding the imprint out of the glove, and held the totem pendant on his chest.

Wusenbu refused the help of the tribal witch doctor and gave up the chance of treatment to the seriously injured.

He raised his head and looked towards the front of the pass. The snow and rocks had turned the original escape route into a death zone, and the group of monsters chasing and killing him on the mountain road for more than ten miles were also washed down the cliff by the white waves like a flood.

"If you escaped just now, the speed is not enough, we will all die here."

Dang Tu said with lingering fear.

He didn't avoid his mistakes, and the fern tribe didn't criticize mistakes, but only valued reflection and growth, at least that's how old Wusenbu taught his juniors.

Moments later, the avalanche stopped.

The last tufts of cool white down fell on the armor and furs of the beast mounts.

A layer of Xuefeng was peeled off, and the sun was generously pouring down, shining on the glacier and reflecting on everyone's faces.

The clear mountain peaks blew past, and the dry and hard snow made people feel tired all over.

Pangtu and Wusenbu wanted to continue to climb up, they dug a road that could continue to move forward, but when they arrived at the breakout location they had just expected, they were shocked by the sight in front of them again.

In front of you is a depression that the sun cannot reach, and the downward mountain road winds and circles, connecting the empty tundra.

This place is densely packed with monsters. From a distance, at least a dozen hunting leaders can be seen. Even if they succeeded in breaking through just now, the only thing that greets them is death and despair...

"So, he told us to stay put."

Dang Tu swallowed, feeling powerless for the first time.

The Fern Tribe was trapped on the pass, and there was a wave of undead going forward, behind him was a snow-covered mountain road, and beside him was a five-chamber-wide gap in the abyss, but as a battle banner, he had nothing to do.

"How should we leave?"

Pang Tu looked at the compatriots behind him, just when they were about to raise Li Ying to find a way out...

A gust of wind blew from the other side of the chasm.

The warriors of the Fern Tribe went on alert.

They waited in line, watching heads emerge from the horizon, then worn and bloody armor or beast armor, then weapons and boots, and mounts...

boom!
A snow-white shield fell in front.

A pair of hard frosted steel gauntlets rest on top.

Then Tomio came out panting, wiped off his beard and covered the snow, his face was haggard, but with a simple and honest smile, he deliberately opened his voice and shouted towards the opposite side of the crack:
"Wusenbu! Old man, are you still alive?"

"Hahaha!"

The soldiers of the Kongu tribe cheered and raised their weapons above their heads, announcing that the two sides had formally joined forces.

With tears of relief in his eyes, Wusenbu lay down on his back covering his rib wound. Only when the tribe was completely safe would the nerves supporting him rest.

Dang Tu nervously came over to check, and was relieved when he found that there was nothing serious.

How did Jinghu Tomio, and others, find each other and cross the chaotic battlefield?

Puntu was puzzled, and when he looked across the cliff, he realized that among all the northern tribal fighters, there was a small group of very conspicuous teams.

They are very calm, well equipped, and do not seem to have experienced serious battles.

And the leader of this team, riding a black pine winter horse, wearing a wolf-head mask, looked at himself with his arms propped up. To be precise, he was looking at Wusenbu beside him.

"Is he Ken Bouvier?"

Ding Tu looked at him curiously.

Wu Senbu is very strict, and he is never willing to praise others, but he is never stingy in complimenting Ken.

Sandun Kaya and young people with faces in Nanjiang have almost become the most talked about topics in the Fern Tribe recently.

After a short period of excitement, the leaders on both sides were trapped by a realistic problem—how to bridge the gap in the middle?
Ken turned over and left the winter horse.

When Puntu saw that the assembled troops gave way to him, even Tomio, the wilderness shield from the Kongu tribe, walked aside with a smile, and he suddenly remembered.

His father once said that Ken had fought side by side with them, and his strength was far beyond his age.

Ken walked forward through the deep snow, and the loose white fell into the abyss. The soldiers of the Konggu tribe raised their shields to firmly block Ken's body and what he was about to do.

On the other hand, Dangtu could see clearly, and at the same time, he was really afraid that he would step on the air and fall into it.

Ken inserted his hands into the snow, and blue flames burned along his arms. At the moment when the magic surged, an ice bridge rose from the ground, instantly connecting the two sides of the cliff, filling the gap between the two sides.

"My God, is it a mystic?"

"Get out of the way!"

……

The fern tribe exclaimed.

Magic is very common in the northern border, but creations out of thin air and some advanced skills are basically mastered by tribes with outstanding talents, such as the Fengyan tribe, or priests who study ancient scrolls.

Kenn looks very young, and the heavy weapons often make people overlook his magical attainments.

Tomio took two steps back in surprise, mouthing amazement.

He witnessed with his own eyes how Ken obtained the blessing of the Frostwhisperer from Hume, but he did not expect that in such a short period of time, Ken could use this skill to perfection and accumulate such profound magical power.

"Ken, have you met Hume?"

Tomio asked playfully.

"He stayed with City," Ken replied. "What's wrong?"

Tomio shook his head: "If he sees it, he will take you back to the Ice Ring Tribe and pray to the statue of Hanaled."

(End of this chapter)