Othua's War Banner

Chapter 515 0513: Vigil for him

The hunters stopped, and the wave of dark corpses stopped in front of the ditch formed by the humans.

Because of the demise of the hunting source, they were fatigued for a moment, but even if the most critical attraction disappeared, at most they got rid of the constraints of the dragon's consciousness, and their desire for life still prompted them to attack the Red Maple Heights.

The front of the tribes in the north is going on, and the troops and adventurers of the southern border countries are on the right.

Two completely different forces fought side by side on the shallow grass hills and the leeward plain at the forefront, with blood on their shoulders. Facing many powerful corpses, as well as the dead on the ancient battlefield, the number of casualties far exceeded imagination.

Among them, the tribes in the northern border are attacking more rapidly, while the kingdoms in the southern border are more restrained. They are retreating.

Frengundo snorted coldly, and his breath rushed away the cold wind.

He was fully armed, black armor with no materials, and he held a sword that matched his tall and stalwart figure like a mountain.

The battle banners of the orc tribe roared.

Frengundal hated his enemies, hated monsters that invaded his dominion.

He bared his ferocious fangs, flames and lightning burst out together, turned into black thunder and descended from the sky, appeared in the middle of the smoke and cracks in the battlefield, and the scorched corpse exploded in all directions.

"Frunkandr, Frunkandr!"

The orc battle banner turned around, blocking everyone who shouted his name behind the black armor.

Many warriors of the northern tribes stopped fighting and looked at the northern city wall with awe and horror, admiring his anger and strength, enjoying the sound waves and warm wind around him.

At the same time, the countries in southern Xinjiang began to shrink in an organized way.

Collins on a horse gave the order to retreat to the commanders of each kingdom, followed by adventurers and regular troops from the southern kingdoms.Both mercenaries and travelers unitedly tightened their defenses.

They vacated the battlefield to the northern tribes who were full of fighting spirit, and lived in the corner of the east in an orderly manner.

The Hunting Battlefield was thus divided.

The people in southern Xinjiang deal with their own part very consciously, and take the initiative to give up all the favorable terrain for attack to the tribes in the north. In other words, they are now facing more pressure from hunting...

But if Frengundo is going to attack them, he has a better chance of defending or breaking through the thin hunting circle.

The retreat of the southern border countries is very wise. It is both a respect and a confession of innocence-no one wants to be hunted down by other humans after a nightmare battle.

Collins knew very well that if there was another conflict between his side and the tribe, the chances of survival were slim.

The exact words he persuaded several kingdom commanders are as follows:
"We stand in the winds of Flengundur and Hawser, and the fallen sky is blocked by them. Do you want to resist the whole Battle-Blade Gathering without a leader?"

Of course, there are also fools who will refute - we are united now, if we give up the terrain, we will fall into a passive position.

Collins rode a war horse, and sneered to expose the other party's lies: "Our unity is false, it is an agreement based on the desire to survive. Do you think strangers with different minds can challenge the belief system of the tribal group?"

Staring at the speaker, he added: "We have no leader, and the only man who can stand before us lives or dies."

Collins rode a war horse and crushed the nobles of the kingdom with his outstanding temperament.

He has a unique charisma about him.

This is completely different from the robber in the impression of the mercenaries, or they are completely different.

Collins dispatched the team he could mobilize to take over the hunting pressure from Langz and Quema, and asked these two people to rush to the wilderness behind to find Ken, even if it was a corpse, they had to get it back.

The two of Kuima had already had an ominous premonition when they heard that Zhan Jing did not appear with Frengundo.

Kuima, who had lost his mount, could only ride the Parmenero wild boar with the giant, and accelerate towards the wilderness after the bloody battle.

Lorgar stayed alone, staring at Collins' stern expression, and said, "Are you hiding so deeply?"

The other party did not answer.

Lorgar recalled Collins's dull and reckless appearance before, and he couldn't see his meticulousness now.

Collins's clumsiness was natural, he mixed with the mercenaries and went through life and death with himself several times, and wept bitterly on the battlefield where corpses were everywhere...

"Have you been taken away by the spirit, or what?"

Luo Jia is very confident in knowing people, but he didn't expect to lose sight of this kind of conductor: "If Mr. Mahalu has not been transferred, and the pressure on the battlefield is not so great, do you plan to hide forever?"

Successive cross-examinations did not receive any response.

Collins, in full uniform, stared at his boots in his stirrups, as if caught in some memory.

Lorgar sneered and shook his head: "I never thought that there would be people in the world who could fool our boss..."

Collins finally lost his composure when he heard these words, sighed and closed his eyes, and replied, "Do you think I've cheated?"

He looked up at Lorgar and said, "I'm not the best fighter among the mercenaries, nor the closest to him. In front of those peers with huge guild backgrounds or brilliant records, I don't stand out at all."

Lorgar recalled, indeed.

At the same time, he finally understood why he was so impressed by Collins.

Because every time Zhan Jing would respond to him alone in the vast crowd, pay attention to him, and even go up to him to say hello on the eve of the whole army's departure.

Nice boots.

Mr Mahalu's voice came to Collins' mind.

He once swore that he would no longer be the commander of any force, but even he himself didn't know when Mahalu rekindled his dead heart.

Collins twitched the reins and walked towards the front line where flames and thunder intersected.

Army lines move.

The battlefield initiative alternates.

The defensive formation is reasonable, and the people in southern Xinjiang are obedient.

Collins' effective command attracted more and more attention, and was finally locked by a powerful gaze.

Frengundo stood in the middle of the pool of blood, the corpses of the fallen in a mountain around him.

He stared at the commanders of the southern border kingdoms with hostility in his eyes.

But Frengundo did not issue any offensive orders to the troops of the southern border countries, but concentrated on dealing with the hunting and falling into the ocean in front of him.

He exploded in the enemy line like a erupting volcano.

No matter how tall and strong the hunting leader was, he looked weak in front of him, and the monsters flew into the air one after another, cutting their bodies to pieces.The rotting flesh gave off a scorched stench, and the horrific fragments of corpses splashed around.

If the roars of the monsters had any real meaning, it must be a tragedy.

In an instant...

The dawn of victory has appeared on the battlefield that has been fought for a long time.

Facing the unstoppable fiery fury of the orc battle banner, the fear of hunting collapsed, and the morale of the northern tribes skyrocketed.

The first headhunting of the fallen leader started with being torn apart, and soon a breakthrough was formed, which then turned into a one-sided slaughter.

The soldiers of the northern tribes, regardless of their beliefs, were all infused with the savagery and bloodiness of Frengundor.

Like an avalanche, they pounced on the vast waves of hunting and falling, galloping in the interlacing cold wind and heat waves, until they were exhausted, their arms were sore and twitching, their hearts were beating at their limit, and the last air in their lungs was as hot as needles ...

even so……

People were still chasing and shouting.

Frengundo watched the killing with satisfaction, his body was covered in dried blood, and the rescued natives of the north knelt down in respect to him, bowed their heads in worship, and turned to join the tide of war.

……

"Someone!"

Lowndes rode the Parmenlow boar, his hands gripping the reins, and his saliva soaked the inside of his visor.

Quema supported his shoulders and stood up on one knee on the back saddle. The wind blew past the archer's earbones and the spear protruding from his shoulders, and then he finally recognized the white-haired Hawser and the man lying on the ground. Ken Bouvier on the ground.

At this moment, Huoser turned his back to the hillside, staring at Feilang in front of him in a daze.

At this time, it has been released from the state of wolf spirit possession, and it looks like an ordinary beast with a slightly larger head, which is far from the ice lion and war mammoth in the wasteland deep in the north.

The law ring lost its support of experience points and returned to its original ring shape, which was carefully observed by Huosser in his hand.

Kuima grabbed Langz's shoulder tightly, and instructed: "Rush over, if he blocks, you will hit him, and I will ride away with the battle banner on the Feilang."

The giant didn't answer, clamped the double straddle, lowered the center of gravity and got ready.

But as the sound of footsteps approached, the vibration could no longer be ignored. Huosou, known as the sword-wielding mage of Yongshuang, still showed no sign of turning around, and the stones at his feet were already slightly off the ground.

"He doesn't want to hide."

Lowndes said under his breath.

They did not attack rashly in the end, and the wild boars galloping past cleared the obstacles around Hawser.

Kuima turned into the shadow of a beast and swam into the blind spot of sight.

He put up all his energy and observed Huosser's movements all the time.

Kuima saw the wild boar galloping past, some broken stones and sharp steel breakers were knocked away, and flew towards Huosser in a mess, and then a transparent ice wall suddenly appeared in the air to block them all.

Sure enough, he was prepared.

Quema went into cardiac arrest.

He didn't dare to delay any longer, hugged the bruised and bruised Battle Jing, threw himself on his wolf's back and galloped away.

It took a long time for Lanz to pass by before he dared to go back.

Both the giant and Kuima kept staring at Huosser, but the other party did not attack, and only slowly turned around to stare at the back of Feilang when the two sides crossed each other at a long distance.

Lanz approached the battle banner, using his huge body to block any possible sneak attacks.

Quema also ran away for a long distance before letting out his breath, his heart was beating wildly at no time, he had seen Huosser's ice falling from the sky, and he had also seen Frengundor's destructive gesture.

The tribal spearman from the countryside has experienced the biggest scene of his life.

He calmed down the fluctuation in his heart, lowered his center of gravity, and quietly cast a prying gaze in the direction behind him on the back of the wolf.

Huossou stood in the middle of the scorched battlefield, with white waves rising around the ground. He raised his arm and summoned a small magic circle in his palm, and then shot an attack towards the backs of the two people who were fleeing in a hurry.

"Get out of the way, Lowndes!"

Quema yelled, eyes widening.

His heart even stopped briefly at the moment when the magic halo just appeared.

Kuima left the banner on Feilang's back.

Exclaiming in surprise, he leaped backwards, jumped back onto the back of the Parmelo boar, pressed his body against Langz's head, and forced the giant to twist his body passively to the side with the fastest speed.

The thin thread pierced through the white smoke floating on the wasteland, as well as the embers of corpses falling randomly.

boom!
"Huh...huh...huh..."

Quema's breathing was very rapid.

Lanz also slowly returned to his original sitting position from the boar's back.

None of them received any damage, and then they saw a complete ice pick inserted into the buckle of their mount, and there were growth frost flowers visible to the naked eye around the steel fittings.

There are still wisps of white smoke floating at the end of it, and there seems to be a path visible to the naked eye left in the air.

Lowndes steered the beast intently.

Quema turned around and broke the ice pick completely, and an ancient and exquisitely crafted ring was set on the top of the column. It was the law ring that Ken obtained from the creation of Sterling.

Hawser left peacefully, heading to the rear of the Janzelis tribe.

His people also need to show up, just like the soldiers of the southern kingdoms are waiting for Ken to return.

……

Collins swears:
This was the most difficult night since he stepped into the territory of Palotusbi. The soldiers of the northern border tribes went out for more than ten miles. Even when the night fell completely, the sound of prayers smuggled through the quiet air...

The advance speed of the northern tribes has not slowed down at all.

Frengundur and his orc troops are simply complete war machines, as if people and mounts will never get tired, and battle axes and broadswords cannot be damaged or rolled.

The frightening fervor of the counteroffensive lasted until dawn.

During this period, Collins urged the mighty army to follow and try to keep parallel with the northern tribes.

"If they walk too fast and we don't keep up, we will be completely surrounded, and life and death will depend on each other's faces."

The speed of the team was not fast, because the main roads were occupied by counterattacking tribal fighters.

The countries in the southern border choose the side, need to cross mountains and ridges, encounter insurmountable natural dangers, need to expend more energy to detour, and have to insist on speeding up the pace to make up for the loss of distance.

But there is also a bright side.

The side is far away from the main battlefield, and the team encounters not many hunters, but the individual monsters entrenched in dangerous places are more difficult to deal with.

Collins is always at the center of it all.

As dawn was approaching, the scouts reported that the first group led by Frengundo finally stopped attacking.

The troops of the countries in the southern border collapsed in an instant as if their bones had been pulled out. Everyone fell into the snow and rested on the spot. As the melting snow flowed into everyone's armor, a certain sense of crisis of a lion sitting beside them came to mind.

Everyone is starting to worry...

Will the northerners turn around and attack themselves?
(End of this chapter)