Othua's War Banner

Chapter 486 0485: Blood Forged Battle Axe

Several priests wearing masks and holding scepters returned to the side of the cliff, and the speed of the robes and bone carving ornaments gradually fell at the same frequency.

The noise in the square was slightly restrained, and one of them, who used to know old Ethani, came out with a serious expression: "We all know who the people outside who came back alive are, and they are important witnesses to the truth of City's death." .”

"Hehe, you are just avoiding the war with the Kingdom of Southern Border." Gema sneered.

He wasn't nervous about Ken showing up.

The expansion of power overwhelmed his mind.

"Palotus didn't flinch," said the battle-flag, a burly man with a stubby beard. "Perhaps before the war, we should have a good talk, the truth about the death of the Sidi War Banner, and listen to the voices of the two people outside."

There was a commotion among the crowd.

Like molten boiling water falling into the snow, some well-informed warriors have seen the scouts and heard the version of the survivors of the Beishan Alliance regarding the truth of Sidi's death.

But most of the discussions around the square were just because a person from Nanjiang passed through the dome alone outside.

Gema's confident expression made Dan in the corner squint his eyes.

Huosou Zhanjing shook his head lightly, and the inscription ring was bumping, like a short cough, used to remind followers who were too emotional.

Gema knew very well that no matter what the outside rumors said, during the battle signal meeting: I am not of the same family, and I am unanimous in speaking to the outside world.

A mercenary from outside the eternal frozen wall is not worthy to intervene in the tribal family affairs of Palotusbi. No one is qualified to ask about his sins except the war banners of the ancient tribe.

The dust in the corridor of the ruins was blown away by the strong wind.

The people's discussion was suppressed by the powerful magic wave, and the messengers yelled loudly—the people from the southern border wanted to force their way in, the adjutant of Xidi Zhanjing was also there, and the leader of the Beishan Alliance was killed.

Soon after the bloodshed, the powers of Enchanter Aron creep in.

The Tribal Warringers have been provoked. For hundreds of years, even the most ignorant lunatics have tucked their tails during the Warringer Gathering.
"When did the northern border fall to this point?"

Gema's lips were purple with emotion, but he still roared at the top of his voice. "People from southern Xinjiang dare to kill in full view."

Dan sneered a few times, biting his lip with his teeth.

He is one of the scout leaders of the Janzelis tribe, and he has more detailed information than most of the audience present.

Ken drove straight along the main road of Red Maple Heights, and the road was smooth and calm.

If it weren't for the eyeliner placed by Gema to try to intensify the conflict and make the Southern Xinjiang Army Corps restless and anxious, there would be no bloodshed at all. Definitely Ken will do it!

"do not move."

A muffled order sounded from the noisy crowd.

Hawser stayed in the shadows with his arms crossed, staring at Dan's half-protruded foot.

The battle flags became more excited, and even clamored to rush out to let Ken pay his life. Gema stood in the middle of the steps and raised his arms and shouted. The crime and the initiative of public opinion were in his hands again...

He is content.

Boom, boom, boom.

Several ancient staffs beat hard on the mottled stone bricks. The dull and thunderous sound overwhelmed everyone, and the original order and piety were instantly restored around the hall.

"Ice, snow, Qiwen orphans, the voice of abundance is singing back!"

The priests and priests standing beside the cliff shouted in unison, holding their staffs and raising them upwards, the lines on the masks were lit up, and the crystal bone ornaments connected in series around the staffs collided and produced a crisp and pleasant concerto tone .

"The priests are..."

The battle banners around the hall were full of doubts, and some younger leaders dared to ask questions, but were ordered to silence by the elders.

……

"You listened to me?"

The shock in Aaron's eyes was no less than the moment he learned of City's death. The once proud and confident Ken Bouvier actually listened to his advice.

"Come with me, you have to go back outside the dome, you go back..."

Aaron clenched his fists and put away his magic regardless of other people's surprised gazes, and the pressure of the storm and passing through the ruins dropped sharply, but when he stepped forward quickly to cover Mesut and him to leave...

Ken adjusted his gaze to face him.

Aaron froze in place.

He saw the lifelike wolf head up close, and through the eye sockets on the exquisite mask, he saw the pair of eyes hidden in the darkness, the blood-colored sharpness, and the pain that was more regrettable than the ashes...

Aaron knew that he had misunderstood what he meant. Just seeing this look, he knew that Ken would never look back.

"you……"

"I won't make it hard for you, get out of the way, one last time."

Ken kept staring at the magician when he spoke, his tone was flat, without threats or hostility, just the simplest statement and persuasion.

Mesut knows best.

For two days and two nights when they returned from the plain, Ken didn't even say a word. Now that he was able to speak, he was already giving back to Aaron for his efforts and thanking him for his kindness.

"Ah... hey..."

Aaron choked up and pursed his mouth, then turned to sigh again, and black intertwined spirits flashed between his fingers.

He saw Ken clenched his battle ax tightly and was about to activate magic resistance, but the opponent slowly put the legendary weapon into the other palm.

Ken picked off the mud-stained gauntlets, removing the heavy armor, the loose lining outlining the scars.

[Note, your ideas come with huge risks. 】

The powerful warriors from various tribes who came to arrest him all stared at the southern Xinjiang people in front of them with puzzled eyes. Ailon also squinted his eyes, and then quickly widened them. The jokes he had made flashed in his mind...

[Every action of yours has a far-reaching impact, please be cautious. 】

Ken raised his arms, and the fur on the wolf-head mask was blown.

When the azure blue flame flowed through the entire tunnel like a spring, the suffocating mighty power of the old god has turned into waves, surging towards the depths of the ruins...

The Servant Hunters took off their masks, and the Warlocks of the North lifted their helmets to reveal their faces with inscriptions and bloodlines.

Those humans who were born and raised in Palotus, when they met the flame, hope surged in their hearts, gratitude to tradition and devotion to faith surged up, and the culture flowing in their blood responded to it.

"Old God...he is...he..."

"Take off the mask!"

"This...let me see your face..."

The powerful warriors of the various tribes were so surprised that they couldn't hold their tongues together. Even the lackeys arranged by Gema couldn't grasp the magic weapon hidden in the dark. Some leaders and law enforcement officers couldn't accept it.

Aaron shook his head slowly, feeling like he was looking at a dead man.

Tear—la——

Ken removed the lining covering the [Battle Banner Evidence], exposing the coat of arms and flames in the damp passageway.

The power passing through the gaps in the wall seems to play a concerto. The echo is a bit similar to that of a guqin. The fragments of history hidden in the murals and the dust of the years are ignited and scattered around the mottled stones, turning into a hazy night like a phantom. The light of dreams!
"You know who I am, and I won't make it difficult for you."

Ken slowly pushed Aaron, who was stunned, to his side. "I am willing to follow the rules of Palotusbi to solve the problem."

Then he took his legs and walked forward with the tearful Mesut.

The sound of the boots knocking on the stone surface seems to be separated by a thin layer of water, which is the blue mist flowing down from the battle banners. The majestic might of the old gods means a deep bond with Qiwen.

He can step on layers of ripples with every step, and those non-existent flames spread to other people's feet like ripples.

Bitter cold, with a terrifying sense of sacredness.

"Step aside."

In the gray field of vision, the red city wall in the corridor began to squirm, while the dark quagmire in reality separated to the two sides, just like the ancient abyss beasts that eat tarantulas opened their mouths, everyone has fangs and shining knives.

Ken walked steadily in the middle.

……

After the blue mist spread to the ancient hall, the dark tide of battle banners poured into the strong wind.

The broken stone gate in front of the magnificent main hall could not stop the force from passing through, and the battle banner assembly was once again shrouded in strange silence, only the ancient magic icicle in the center of the ruins kept flickering.

When the flames appeared, the flocks floating in the center of the icicle condensed into snowflakes.

The incomparably clear sound of boots beating the floor tiles of the ruins, everyone is looking forward to what kind of face exists on these southern Xinjiang-style military boots.

"He's coming, here's our chance to catch the perpetrator!"

Gema stood in the middle of the steps and roared, his voice and volume were even stronger than those of the ancient witch priests on the trial seat. It was a pity that no one took care of him too much.

Ken walked along the promenade of the ruins, the dim space was full of haze, fine dust fell on the sweat-soaked clothes.

He felt that he was passing through the ashes of the burned corpse, his body was hot and hot, and the thing attached to his skin was a ghost, something crawling out of his heart, trying to eat his sanity in a short distance .

The people following stopped.

Ken also formally passed through the huge and magnificent hall door. The huge square was lit by the light source refracted from the dome, and the square behind the giant door was surrounded by fences.

He passed it over again, and saw that the crowd in the entire square was covered by the light from the huge ice cone.

Ken walked into the cobblestone square of the ancient ruins, stepped on mottled patterns to push away the heavy air, and covered himself with those flames, and the flowing blue power was so real and reliable.

Every tribal leader who has been in close contact and verified can't open his mouth.

The grand gate closed behind Ken.

Behemoths with heads reaching to the ceiling gripped the deadbolt with their teeth, and each fall could stop a rushing river, and there were too many dangerous monsters around.

Ken saw Gema on the steps from a long distance away, and the other party saw himself—there was no guilt in his eyes, only surprise, hatred, strong resentment, and extreme anger.

He knew what he looked like in the eyes of the Northern Warbands, so he simply took off the wolf-head mask.

The moment the edge of the leather-wrapped iron leaves the forehead and chin, the hair color is exposed, and the clean face has no tattoos, no totems, no blessings or decorations that symbolize tradition.

His face was like lava in icy water.

A feeling of blockage that went deep into the bone marrow wrapped around Ken, like a stone slowly sinking into the deep sea, and she even felt her body being scrutinized.

This face has destroyed the illusions of countless people.

Ken continued to release the blue flame, and the mighty power of the old god pushed the onlookers back, and the surrounding air became much fresher, but Gema's face on the steps suddenly became terribly gloomy.

He clenched his teeth and made a clear rubbing sound, and the blood in his eye sockets gradually grew.

"People from southern Xinjiang, stop, do you know where this is?"

Gema tried to improve his position with a growl, but no one responded to him.

The power in Ken's body is undoubtedly the great power of the old gods. Even if there are magic and secret techniques that can change the face, there is no way to escape the observation of the servants by the old gods.

The fallen will not be recognized.

The flames on Ken's body were pure and clear, and every time the ripples swayed, the expressions of the onlookers would be more dignified, but no one stepped forward to stop even the stagnant battle banner rally.

Mesut followed, hiding himself in the shadows.

In a trance, she remembered the joke that Sidi had played with herself before her death:

I had a dream.

I dreamed that Ken was at the rally.

I dreamed he was beating up the old guys in the league.

……

The memory stung Mesut.

"Do you want to die, mercenary, I am the leader of the Beishan Alliance, I am the banner, and I am a person protected by the Old Testament of the Northern Territory!"

There was no response to Gema's roar, and the crowded hall was as quiet as death.

Ken Bouvier.

He has the power of Dongmu Qiwen flowing through him, and the authority bestowed by the old gods. He is the god of battle, and he is a person selected by the old gods to manage his followers.

"Shenqi will not betray, if there is a lie, it will be you."

Questions from other ancient tribes came from behind Gema. The heavy tone of judgment was like the sharpest knife, scraping off his newly grown wings.

Before he had time to pick up the bloody vanity, he heard a clear click.

Ken's boots touched the bottom step.

He was ascending to his own position: "I am Ken, Ken Bouvier, the Lord of Thornton Kaya, the sword bearer of Wintermother Qiwen..."

"No, no, no, you're lying!"

Gema roared, wanting to rush up, but when his footsteps reached the edge of the steps, he hurriedly stopped.

"Are you reluctant to take this position?" Ken said with a cold tone, pressing harder and harder from the steps.

The wolf-head mask slipped from his hand, and the metal frame touched the gap in the stone, and then continued to roll down, making a series of crisp knocking sounds.

Gema found himself locked in by those eyes, like being bitten by the neck by a wolf.

Ken stepped on the steps and continued to go up, the flames rose, and the blue fireflies set off an exaggerated and terrifying storm behind, almost sweeping over half of the ruins square.

He questioned Gema:

"Warring has never been a stairway, a dirty thing, you know? From the first day I got this status, I knew every word of the Old Testament in the Northern Territory..."

Ken brushes past Gema.

His murderous aura streaked across the neck of the sinful man until he was thrown far away, and his shadow enveloped the other party.

"I know my responsibilities and I know my rights."

Ken's voice echoed in the hall:
"Now, say hello to me, chop suey!"

　After reloading, I found that after I pasted the previous saved manuscripts wrongly, the remaining few chapters saved in my draft box were also serialized, mixed with other things in word.

　　Embarrassed.Sorry for affecting your reading experience.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)