Othua's War Banner

Chapter 516 0514: Campfire Echo

Collins sat behind the shelter stone on the edge of the cliff, the howling cold wind blowing through the stone made his brown hair flutter, and he could see the tribal battle group stationed on the wasteland from the gap as long as he turned his head sideways.

The orc law enforcement officers of Frungundur shuttled around, the giant beast was pulled up by chains, and the blood was washed by porters.

What a magnificent army, he thought.

The lord of the city-state of Portcas has a dispute with a nobleman from a certain west coast kingdom.

The quarreling voices of the two even overshadowed the discussion around the bonfire. The terrified nobleman and the bored army commander waited silently for the two guys to stop roaring.

This group of people rushed over after stopping to rest. The nobles and the commanders made an appointment to sing with each other, trying to override Collins' rights.

This group of people left the battlefield with their front feet, and began to cover up their embarrassment with their back feet, preparing to regain their dignity.

Collins simply pretended to be dumb from beginning to end.

He was biting the guts of snowfoot insects in his mouth, and the juice of the small insects could heal internal injuries and dispel the chill.

As the discussion gradually subsided, the terrible cold wind and the threat of reality are forcing people to calm down, no matter how sharp the topics raised by the nobles, how extreme the provocative views are...

Collins just said nothing.

It was only then that everyone suddenly realized that the right to speak is not made of false airs.

As long as he is still under the threat of the northern tribes, the hunting wave has not been completely swept away, and the team still needs a worthy commander, then Collins' rights will never be diluted.

The nobles of the west coast finally stopped shouting.

Collins noticed that the other party's panting was quick and slow, and instantly realized that this dispute was performed to attract his attention. He sneered and ate the inner liner of the snow worm.

The campfire became awkward in an instant.

Finally, a commander wearing a gold-encrusted steel sword crouched in front of Collins.

He seems to have been forced into the company of the nobles.

Collins saw a little sincerity in his eyes.

The commander said: "You will be needed later, sir, but you must also listen to everyone's voices."

"Is it over?" Collins turned his head, looked over his shoulder, and looked at the two kingdom nobles behind him. "What do you want to say to me when you mobilize the crowd?"

"I want to live."

"Then everyone thinks, specifically, why are you ashamed!" Collins replied.

The lord of the city-state of Portgas was the first to speak, and raised the matter that everyone was most concerned about, saying: "You lead the way, we have no objection, why did you let the mercenaries take Mahalu... oh no, maybe he should be called Ken, the northern border That's what the natives called him."

When he raised his head, several eyes around him drifted over at the same time, making him uncomfortable.

The lord said, "Why are we dragging him along?"

"Why not?" Collins feigned confusion.

The nobles were slightly at a loss for words, and some pathetic shame prevented them from speaking, and Collins directly exposed the hypocrisy.

His voice grew louder:

"Because he prevented the countries in the southern border from going to war with the northern border, and it happened twice, understand? You originally had to pay the price for Pistonke's transfer. It was he who controlled the battlefield and stabilized the war banners of the northern border tribes." !"

Soldiers and adventurers who had just awakened in the distance heard his words.

With the exposure of the identity of the tribal leader and the God of War, and the story of challenging the dragon side by side with Huoser and Frengundor, people's discussions about Ken Bouvier have never stopped.

Valery led the knife and ax team of Ambera Ice Harbor and swore to defend it at the rear of the team.

Quema, Lorgar, and Langz are under close protection.

A very small part of the mercenaries did not waver in their awe of Ken, they only regarded him as "Maharu" and believed in this man, while some chose to watch from the sidelines, silently maintaining a neutral position.

Among them was another group of people.

The forces represented by McGonagall, Burke, and Vasili Jr. chose to protect Ken.

This group of people has become a transitional area, and further on, there are other mercenaries, travelers, adventurers, kingdom troops...

As details of the battle grew, many believed that Ken was on the side of the North.

"Maybe we should hand him over to Palotusby, and we're going to break out to the south, back on the main road, away from the permafrost wall... It's always a hidden danger to take him, in case Frengundo uses this as an excuse What about calling?"

Some kind of strange opinion started to spread.

The comatose Ken became more and more conspicuous.

Collins said: "I ask you, what are you going to do if the northern tribes start besieging us?"

"..."

The onlookers and eavesdropping soldiers fell silent, and no one could answer this question.

Collins stood up, took a deep breath, and, staring at the scattered army in shadows outside the campfire's halo, said:

"You all know that there are the best northern troops out there, and almost all the battle banners compared with Palotus, even if you triple or five times the current number, you think you have the ability to fight Hawser and Flengang Dodo?"

"We know very well..." The nobleman waved his hands irritably.

"No, you don't understand!"

Collins casually pulled out the ice that had solidified in the short cracks and smashed it on the opponent's gorgeous armor. The residue fell into the bonfire and turned into sparks that flew upward and quickly dissipated.

"You're trying to send away our only protector!"

Collins turned from a deep voice to a roar. "If we go to war, we will definitely die, and the only man in this wasteland who can speak for you and lead you home alive is lying at the end of the line, and you want to abandon him!"

The flames were skewed by the cold wind that rushed in.

Collins's expression was more serious and terrifying than when he walked through the battlefield, his face was as dark as night, and he held the edge of the lord's breastplate with one hand and pressed it back to the log beside the campfire.

Collins looked into each other's eyes and said, "He doesn't care if you call him Ken or Maharu, because you don't understand your own weight, you don't kneel beside him and beg for his mercy, but you are already delusional to exile yourself the king of..."

The noise in the line seemed much quieter.

The clouds on the horizon appeared scaly, and dawn might be near.

When Collins and the commanders heard the scout's battle report, they got on their mounts and prepared to set off. They ran along the towering mountains, and on an ancient winding road, they could see the tribal coalition forces several miles away.

Flengundo's law enforcement cavalry, and the famous wilderness lion group in the north are besieging more than a dozen hunting and falling.

The end of the Lubek River was frozen into a flat road, and the fallen corpses spread on it became a carpet for the battle banners to pursue victory. Anyone who saw this scene would have itchy throat.

Ken was carried through the rugged canyon by the crowd.

what is interesting……

Since embarking on the expedition, every time Ken fell into a coma, there would be a lot of people watching him wake up.

(End of this chapter)