Othua's War Banner

Chapter 448 0447: Leader

After Huoser finished speaking, he turned around and walked forward facing the stirring black storm.

The white hair he tied up was like the thick ropes on the sailor wolf's boat, and the blue light that burst out when the headband collided became more and more dazzling. With every step, he could step on a gradually clear magic formation, holding the The majestic power came to the world.

Ken finally saw how the nameless greatsword was forged.

Hawser walked over to the fallen giant's corpse, and thrust his hand between the rough flesh.

With powerful magic, he compressed a spine into a dazzling blue axis, and then, the purple-black flesh and blood began to adhere to it, condensing into the broad face of the giant sword, which became a giant sword after compression and frost blessing. weapon.

[Using the bone as the axis, the flesh and blood forge the sword, singing the hymn of Frost Language. 】

Hawser had fought in the land of Palotusbi for an unknown number of years.

He walked towards the crack silently, crossing the abyss with the magic circle held on his feet, and moved forward along the surging black storm. When the limbs and attacks that symbolized death and destruction rushed over, the magic began to boil.

Hawser made the cold wind his shield, flashing and galloping in the unfettered sky.

He rushed towards the doomsday, towards the tide of hunting and falling undead. Those souls who woke up from the other side of life all stared at orange or red eyes.

……

Greedy Bridge clenched his fists and the corners of his eyes twitched.

No, it shouldn't be.

The clues hidden in the proverb fragments were tied to the sub-dragon's back, and more than one monster had awakened from the tide of undead. No matter how you calculate it, that young man should be buried on this plain.

Howard would appear out of thin air!
He should have guarded the northern battlefield!

Luoxani turned around and walked down the road very calmly, but her calmness aroused Luqiao's suspicion—perhaps these were all in the woman's calculations.

He guessed that the fragments of the proverbs would flow into Ken's hands, and he also thought of a plan to get rid of Ken.

"Calculation and foreknowledge are two different things."

Roxani's bare feet left no traces on the ice that humans should have. They were very shallow, like some kind of psychic walking between nothingness and reality.

When she spoke, there was a slight shaking sound that was imperceptible to the naked ear.

Greedy Bridge knew that it was the relic of Tombaye hanging around her neck, a magic weapon capable of peeking into the future, which ordinary humans could not bear.

……

Collins walked in the middle of the line with a few familiar Grazies.

Ken was at the front riding the Flying Wolf, while the mercenaries silently followed behind. The footsteps were the old road when they came, but everyone's mood was very different.

The edges and corners of the mercenary were smoothed in a very short period of time, and the wound was so clear that no one dared to disobey Mr. Maharu again.

Ken had already captured a group of loyalists when he formed his formation. Everyone wanted to survive the undead tide battlefield. Who wouldn't want the battle to be easy and comfortable?
He is well versed in the art of directing, playing around with monsters.

Even the mutiny or the sudden appearance of the sub-dragon, there is no way to stop this man's wildness. The most terrifying thing is that Huoser's battle banner, that is the source of many people in southern Xinjiang shrinking.

When Maharu raised his head in front of him, resisting the threat of a sword without changing his expression...

I don't know how many of the mercenaries knelt down on the spot.

Collins looked at the silent people on the road, and understood that everyone was thinking about the same question - Mr. Maharu said that when they returned to the town of Red Maple Heights, only two-thirds of them would be left behind when they set off next time.

Warlock is worried that his record is not good.

The healer is still secretly feeding energy to the wounded around him.

The strong mercenaries carried the collected spoils on their shoulders.

Obviously, no one cared about this sentence when they set off, but they didn't expect that after a battle, everyone was desperately proving their worth, hoping to have a higher probability of being left behind.

Collins glanced at the front of the line.

He found that he could no longer look directly at the man's back, as long as he saw it, he would be afraid and fearful, which was an extraordinary respect.

If the mercenaries have no business, they can only find a way to survive by offering rewards.

Although the armies of the southern border countries are also recruiting people, those people regard it as an honor to obey the orders of the princes and nobles, so the recruiting place will first temper your desire for freedom.

If the mercenaries wanted a life, they had to learn to endure restraint and cynicism.

Who would?

So Mr. Maharu became the best choice.

Collins simply threw away his broken boots, and walked on the cold ground with his bare feet covered in calluses and battle scars. The way back to the city was becoming more and more familiar.

At this time, he felt that the walking speed around him slowed down.

He saw the mercenaries obeying the order to separate to the two sides, and suddenly stiffened, because Mr. Maharu was riding back on the wolf.

What surprised him was not only himself, but also his expression, some kind of anger hidden in his breathing, and the indifference and determination in his eyes.

Collins heard nothing in the dead line.

Everyone looked back along the passage, and found that the last person walking was a giant descendant riding a wild boar. He was Mr. Mahalu's entourage, and he was as brave as a madman on the battlefield.

Beside him was Quema holding a spear, and Lorgar with his hands on his back.

Valery led a few [Northern Braves] to the rear, and in front of this group of formidable guys, a dozen or so people were tied up and knelt.

"Help, why do you want to do this, we...we are not enemies."

"We fought together, hey, remember me."

"If you don't welcome me, I can go now, and I promise never to come again."

……

They are like fish in hot water, their voices are getting louder and louder, thinking that the more people watching, the more chances of confusion between right and wrong.

Among the group of people, a hedgehog assassin fell to the ground covered in blood and convulsed.

When Lorgar subdued him, he encountered resistance, so the man who had stayed in the Dua tribal prison broke his joints with a dagger, which was extremely cruel.

"You...don't come here, I want to see Mr. Mahalu."

The strong men beside Kuema were shaking as they spoke.

Kuima looked down at them with cold eyes, leaned in, and said in a voice that only they could hear: "It's not the first time I've killed people in the team on the snowy road, don't let me make this a habit."

The screaming and begging for mercy disappeared.

Then there was the rustling sound of animal hooves stepping on the ice and snow in the distance.

As the team separated, Ken got off his horse, and more mercenaries gathered behind him.

Those robbers and insidious villains, as well as those who clamored to see Mahalu just now, were silent, because no one had the confidence to hide it from these eyes.

In fact, with Ken's current prestige, he can be executed without any reason.

But he still asked: "What about the people around you, that young mercenary is named Oakley..."

Ken stared at the twitching Hedgehog Assassin, then glanced at another person, and said, "As for the healer you killed, his name was Enderi, and he was a member of the Full Moon Night Mercenary Guild."

He had a note, and he saw the list of the dead in the battle report, so he asked Kuima to arrest all the people in the same group.

The mercenaries were filled with righteous indignation, and some members of the Round Night Guild even wanted to rush out for a few months.

Ken waved his hand and left with the bravery of the north and the others.

The team respectfully sent Mr. Maharu back to the front, and then slowly surrounded him with a sullen face, drowning the bound villains. The feeling was like clenching the snow in his hands...

Let them melt slowly.

(End of this chapter)