Othua's War Banner

Chapter 477 0476: The Other Side

Shantanu was out of his mind, grabbed his injured hand and spat: "You are the leader of the people in southern Xinjiang."

He tried to stand up, but the answer was Quema's cold knife, which was pulled out at some point and caught in the narrow gap above Shantanu's right ear.

Quema pushed his floating body back into the shadow with a knife.

He grabbed the horns on Shantam's armor, and his voice was emotionless, spitting cold threats on the felt beside the other's ears: "You can be forgiven for offending me, now, if you dare to talk too much, I dare to kill you."

Shantam could tell Quema was serious.

He was even more surprised that such a young junior was completely different from the strength he had just revealed.

Shantam's tribe and other emotional tribes were not so easy to coax, and did not realize what kind of people they were negotiating with. Someone deliberately loosened the chain around the neck of the beast, allowing the beast to grind its teeth and bark.

Ken rode slowly to the center.

Both Hume and Tomio could only feel the unfamiliar darkness approaching, and the shadows became so strange that neither the moonlight nor the condensed light from the bonfire melted the frost covering the comer.

Ken didn't dismount to greet each other, nor did he make eye contact, as if everyone had never known each other.

Hume suddenly felt a sense of self-blame—he even suspected that Ken was blaming everyone for not dissuading or protecting City, and watching the young and excellent girl die.

Mr. Maharu's expression alone made the tired mercenaries stand taller.

Ken glanced at Shantam, looking down, as if looking at weeds.

The other strange tribal battle flags around seemed to be colored by the hatred of southern Xinjiang, and began to be angry with Ken's arrogance, and even deliberately organized the army to make the armor and knives and axes make noise.

Ken frowned slightly, then looked over.

The wolf spirit emerged from his back, grew wantonly, covered his outline and then continued to fly upwards, stretching out countless illusory edges like a flame that had just been ignited, and condensed into an incomparably clear appearance of a wolf.

"My God, the old gods bless you."

"It's a spirit beast contract, it's Palotusby's magic."

"He had a contract with the Steppenwolf King."

"monster."

……

The sounds of exclamation and discussion gradually died out as the wolf spirit expanded.

The spirit body has a shadow, which is the manifestation of the magic condensed to a certain extent, so the area covered by the shadow is continued to be stretched by the bonfire, and it gradually has more erratic hair.

The wolf spirit bared its fangs, lowered its center of gravity, and was a little shorter, but it still enveloped Ken on the horse.

Quema stared and led Langz back.

The mercenaries shrank their necks as if they had seen a ghost.

Collins had fantasized about what Mr Mahalu looked like seriously.

But the actual picture is still beyond his imagination, the double crushing of that force and magic strength, just like Huosser descended on the battlefield of the undead tide, overlooking all living beings,

Quema didn't speak, but fear filled her heart.

He had never been afraid of Ken, never, but this time he couldn't help being afraid.

Everyone in the Beishan Alliance lost the courage to continue arguing when they saw the phantom phantom as tall as a mammoth, and even had the illusion that they had returned to Shouluo's mouth.

Some screamed like crazy, some covered their mouths and trembled, and some fainted from fright.

Hume and Tomio also backed away.

Wusenbu used a method known only to the animal clan to suppress the influence of the beast spirits, but he still heard an indelible noise in his mind.

Quema had seen Kane's wolf spirit at the Battle of Ambera Iceport.

It was blue, and the evidence of the war banner inspired the magic manifestation bestowed by the mighty power of the old gods.

but now……

It was black, as dark as night.

The scarlet eyes of the beast were as terrifying as blood, and when the spirit body swayed in the wind, the barking beasts and monster pets became quiet.

Ken also quietly looked at the guy who had just spoken.

There was a red gleam in his amber eyes, as if looking for something to hunt.

The eyes alone are like a claw that has scratched open the chest.

Shantanu shrank back in fear, while the battle banners of other tribes did not speak, fearing that if they said too much, this man would really come over and peel off his flesh, dig out his heart and play with it.

Ken stopped the chaos with strength.

When he put away the beast spirit, he even felt a little bit regretful, and also had a momentary regret on the verge of losing control.

But this sighing and lonely figure, in the eyes of those battle flags, is the murmur of an unfed beast, which is gradually becoming manic. This uneasy signal brings fear and spreads among the survivors.

Ken never spoke to his old friends.

Before he rode into the winter night, he left only a short and tired order: "Get up, everyone, no matter where Sidi tells you the way forward, that is over, now you come back with me." Red Maple Heights."

Ken urged the horse to take two steps, with four notes of hooves, followed by the sound of broken steps.

He added to Collins and Quema: "You go behind, if anyone falls behind or doesn't cooperate, just treat them as officially declaring war on me, and don't leave anyone alive if you can kill them."

……

This is not fair!

Shantam growled inwardly.

Ken seemed to hear it, then turned to look at him.

This was the final warning. The latter's eyelids jumped, and he almost saw the revolving door of his life, but no decent dispute broke out in the end.

The Beishan Alliance began to stand up one after another.

Both Quema and Collins went to the rear in silence.

They have never seen Ken like this, but they can smell blood in this coldness, it is the precipitation of extreme anger, it is the determination to grind themselves into a sword of revenge.

Luo Jia was arranged to keep an eye on the situation in the Red Maple Heights.

If he is here, he should feel excited or excited.

Lorgar gets close to Quema, and occasionally talks about Warring. He has a certain kind of fanatical paranoia about Ken's status. Although it was deliberately hidden during the recent journey, it still shows up from time to time.

Lorgar thought Ken's kindness was a little too much.

He hoped that Thornton Kaya's battle banner would pick up the majesty of the throne. Good intentions were right, but blood and solemnity were also particularly important.

Ken has no sense of aggression, has decisive calmness, but does not have the coldness of killing.

City is dead.

She became Ken's hard-to-heal scar.

What had been suppressed in his heart for a long time, the other side of human nature that had not been released, gradually broke free and came out.

Quema has witnessed the helplessness behind Ken's strength.

He sighed and urged Feilang to speed up.

He didn't know whether to be honored or sighed.

Quema now gets to meet the ruthlessness behind Ken's kindness.

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