Othua's War Banner

Chapter 519 0517: Warning

Ken was wearing the loose Tai'ao that the mercenaries found from the merchant team in southern Xinjiang.

He rode on the back of the wolf and moved slowly towards the camp of the northern tribes. The north wind blew over from the horizon, bringing with it the rising cold waves and white waves and the faint stench of bloody beasts.

Ken squinted his eyes, breathing slowly, and his fatigue from recovering from a serious injury was very obvious.

Selina and Wei were both wearing expensive warlock robes. The strong wind and the unique cold air of the northern border did not blow the protective shields around them. The ancient organization named after Balance contained some mysterious magic.

Aaron was obviously not as excited as the previous few times, perhaps because the scene of more than one hundred thousand people was shocking enough for him to hold back his posture.

Ken meanders down the mountain road, purple crystal spots are dotted on the scorched earth alternately in black and white.

Black armor and moving brown fur, all kinds of complex medicinal smells mixed in the cold wind, there are many complex magic patterns painted with animal blood on the outermost edge of the camp, banners and damaged horned helmets are hung high.

Firewood and bones were shaved clean.

Preparations before the war are in full swing.

As the Feilang moved slowly, the width of the army formation on the horizon gradually became real. The noise and wildness unintentionally released were completely different from the troops of the southern border countries.

"Wait for me here, Ken."

Aaron turned around to say hello, then glanced at Selina from the corner of his eye.

The northern tribe's mission returned to the inside of the army formation, allowing the line of defense formed by knives, axes and shields to be wide enough to pass through, and then Ken and the two Uncoverers passed through this threatening welcome ceremony.

The steel closed behind them, and some kind of terrible premonition rose in the bottom of my heart.

Ken was still riding on the saddle of the Flying Wolf, and he saw more eyes from around than when he just returned to the Red Maple Heights, and there were very complicated emotions hidden in such dense eyes.

He followed the path paved by bonfires and feasts.

Wei crouched behind Selina, watching those big, round, ferocious northern soldiers through the mask, and then realized that she was a little rude.

On grand occasions in the North, only two kinds of people can wear masks.

Either it is a highly respected senior or priest, or it is a despicable schemer with evil plans and impure thoughts.

Countless huge weapons were carried on the shoulders by the strong northern warriors, and the ferocious beasts tied by iron chains dripped wet saliva from their mouths. Everyone wanted to see Ken's appearance.

"He is the Divine Revelation Battle Banner."

"Thonton Kaya, have you heard of it, Winter Mother..."

"It's really young."

……

Those who can walk in front of Ken are the best in each tribe.

It could be seen that their battle banners had given orders, so the voices of those discussions were very distant and restrained, but they were still very clear in the ears of Ken, who had superb senses.

He rode Feilang through the densely packed sea of ​​people. His majestic aura was like a reef in an avalanche. Criticism and speculation passed by, leaving no shallow traces in his strong heart.

These people all know each other, grew up together, became famous, and competed for territory and resources.

Every strong man began to accept the test of Palotusbi at the age when he was just able to pick up a stone. Military life and life and death were not new things.

The North has transformed the people who live in this land into true warriors.

Ken is different from them. Apart from his appearance and beliefs, he also has an attitude towards life and a unique understanding of fate. The reasons for fighting that can easily convince the Beijingers may not have any effect on him.

"Stop here, you should get off your horse."

The clergy blocked Ken's way. As a newcomer to the mercenary assembly for the first time, he might not understand many rights and rules.

Ken didn't mess around like he imagined. On the contrary, he turned over and got off the wolf cooperatively, and greeted the two seniors according to the rules of the battle banner.

Compared with the time when he just stepped into the ruins, he is more gentle and refined, with standard movements and a serious expression that give people a good impression.

The tribe members gathered here in the north are watching his every word and deed.

Ken walked over to accept the praise from the priest, and then chose a color suitable for Thornton Kaya from a row of clay pots, and applied the paint mixed with animal blood and magic consumables on his cheeks and near the bridge of his nose.

He looked like a foreign adventurer, experiencing the culture of the northern tribes for the first time.

But this kind of grand link, as well as the cumbersome compliments and salutes, can reflect his professionalism and maturity, just like an old man who has lived in Palotusbi for many years.

"How long has he been making war banners?"

The wind direction of the discussion began to shift.

Selena and Wei have been immersed in the northern culture for many years and are familiar with various grand social occasions, so there is nothing wrong with their words and deeds.

After Ken received the blessing of the priesthood, there would be no crowds to follow him any further. The adjutant and other cronies could only wait outside according to the rules.

There is no obstacle to the checkpoint leading to the depths of the camp, after all, all the monsters are present at the battle ring rally.

Anyone who can threaten this group of people is really crazy.

The central camp of the Tribal Front was full of people, and the cheerful scene almost made it impossible to see that the hunting was overwhelmed. Only a few of the best of the battle banners could stay on the stone ring in the middle.

[Material: Snowfield Spiritual Core]

[Quality: Treasure]

[Description: Palotus is the rarest wild ore, which grows in the confluence of magical turbulence. 】

Looking at the circular ground paved with spiritual cores, Ken secretly marveled at the magnanimity and confidence of the northern tribes after the war.

The movement of his eyes caught the attention of several Zhanjings. Sure enough, those tribal Zhanjings born in the rich mining area all smiled, and their eyes wandered among the crowd until they met an acquaintance.

Wei focused on analyzing the expressions of the people around her.

She knew that the code word for this kind of sight was—look, friend, Mahalu also knows mines.

Ken is very knowledgeable, and he is also a smart guy. To be invited here shows his strength.

The popularity of guys with the above qualities remains high in Palotus.

Ken finally came to the core of the rally. Judging from the number of bonfires and the excitement, the aftermath of the war was still terrible. At least everyone was injured to varying degrees.

From a cursory glance, people from Palotusbi's elder brother's tribe were all here.

Ken slowly responded to every gaze that drifted towards him, but none of the faces actively spoke or avoided it. It was of special significance for him to be invited.

Afterwards, even the warrings who were watching the show with their arms on the stone wall voluntarily moved out of the way.

Ken and the two ladies were exposed to the power center of the rally.

"Light the bonfire, melt the snow and cook the vines..."

The tall and strong Huosser shouted loudly, with a happy expression on his face, and his voice was able to sway far away from this end, apparently with the help of magic. He was holding a wine glass made from a rootstock and a refined iron hoop.

The diameter of the wood alone can fit Wei's shoulders into it.

Ken turned around following Hawser's toasting eyes, and saw Selina also moving her eyes slowly.

A hundred paces away there was a huge pyre bonfire a few spears high. Except for the priest who went to welcome Ken, the rest of the ancient priests were surrounded by the pyre at this time. Everyone was dressed solemnly, obviously to make the assembly go smoothly. It was specially prepared for the end of the curtain.

The words they chanted were much more complicated than Hawser's uttered.

Ken saw that the edge of the circular ground began to float up into the air, and lights of different sizes appeared on each stone. Through the introduction of the remarks, he realized that it was the tribe under the jurisdiction of the Battle Banner.

The innermost circle is crisscrossed with antiquity and apocalypse, and the Thornton Kaya emblem is impressively above.

A new stream of light began to burst out from the cracks in the stone, and as the purple satin-like magic circled and climbed, an unnaturally magnificent color emerged in the air, drowning all the war banners staying here.

As the most dazzling spot of light appeared and then dimmed, the bonfire began to blaze, and the flames licked and jumped up into the sky, like a dragon.

"You are really late, how did you sleep?"

No attitude could be seen from Huosser's expression, but his tone of voice was teasing.

"Slept well."

Ken didn't resist the relaxed atmosphere, and then walked over to accept Hawser's greetings. The battle banners next to him were all seated at the banquet. Except for the tribal guards on the outermost perimeter patrolling with the whole army, in fact, the entire Northern Army Corps was here tonight. Celebrate.

"Some friends will leave tomorrow, and there is not much time for everyone to gather."

Huoser took Ken and sat beside the bonfire in the middle. The firewood was spacious enough, and a battle banner was lying horizontally and vertically on the seat made of animal skins and wooden boxes.

There are even magicians floating in the air to tease the flying sparks. That's right, they are the Kajisuo tribe in the miracle of Xiongfeng.

He was very close to Ken, and when he turned around, stars could be seen in his blank and illusory face, and he would feel uncomfortable when he stared at him.

Wei resisted and turned her gaze away, while Selina remained silent throughout, staring calmly at the big guy on the other side of the flame.

Fron Gundot.

Ken laughed twice, and did not take the initiative to say hello to the orcs, but responded to Hawser's greetings, and had a few casual words until the Kajisuo tribe next to him made a strange sound.

"Are you a shadow, or a light?"

The voice of this Shenfeng attendant is a bit fake, uh, it is half human and half spirit, if you hear it when you are asleep, you will think it is a call from a wild god.

Ken narrowed his eyes and shook his head, indicating that he didn't understand his charade.

The war banner of the Khajiso tribe spread his hands, and then several black and white light balls were outlined on it, circling and colliding around his arm like meteors passing by, passing through each other, and changing into opposite colors Then flew out suddenly.

His peculiar voice sounded again: "Your magic of traveling through space is very interesting, the power of that ax, right? What's it called."

"Twilight." Ken replied.

"It really fits the name," he nodded, the streamer in his body continued to merge and disappear, and then turned to look at the bonfire. "Then what are you using to illuminate the tribe? How can a mortal body be able to bear the greatness..."

Ken's expression became complicated.

Huosuo waved his hand lightly, signaling him not to mind, let alone disturb the meditation of the Kajiso people.

Unexpectedly, Wei, who was wearing a mask next to her, suddenly answered: "Palotus sings a spiritual song, the third act, the protoss in the city."

[Common Sense: Palotus Sings Spiritual Songs]

[Description: The most artistic story among countless legends in the northern border. A certain poet who climbed the mountain created it on his way home. The gray and difficult ancient text has been translated into several versions. In fact, it is an extended fable from one of them. 】

Ken suddenly realized that the other party was not greeting him, but just doing some kind of meditation that didn't require a daze.

Wei accurately pointed out the corresponding chapter.

As a demystifier, reading a wide range of books and a good memory are obviously necessary skills.

Then the battle banners of the Khajiso tribe suddenly turned around, and began to talk about more profound fables.

Selena grabbed Ken's clothes, motioned him not to disturb with her eyes, and then passed the magic to his ears through finger contact

The tribe at the top of Shenfeng spent their time in prayer and philosophical speculation.

If you respond rashly to the meditator's topic, it means that you are ready to discuss and accept the other party's value output and very lengthy philosophical arguments.

Wei obviously wanted to show off her excellent memory, but she didn't expect to expose her weak folklore.

……

Ken sat in the bonfire until midnight, until the surrounding battle flags went back to rest one after another.

Hawser drank a lot of wine and was not drunk. When he stopped to rest, he would talk to Ken without saying a word: "The real discussion is tomorrow. We pay more attention to the grand reunion of the tribes than to the division of the spoils. "

Ken didn't answer, was refusing a good rump.

He knows that precious ingredients can speed up the recovery of the body, and enjoying food can make the mood happy, and the light curtain floating around is actually some kind of blessing that has been prepared for a long time, which is used to enhance the strength of the warrings and eliminate potential curses.

Huoser smiled and continued, "Do you know why you were called here in advance?"

Ken put the bones down and wiped the grease from his fingers with melted snow, until Selina passed the two silk cloths.

Finding that Hawser was still waiting for his response, he finally turned around.

Ken sighed, as if he was tired of the gathering that was extremely alienating to him: "Do you want me to understand that I am the banner of Palotusby, and I am a part of the northern snowfield?"

Huosuo and the surrounding war banners were staring at him, and only Shenqi and the ancient tribe remained nearby.

Frengundo finally stood up from the armor piled up like a mountain, his tall and strong figure almost covered the dull bonfire, and said bluntly: "We will still go to war with the countries in the southern border, the entire Palotus than."

Huoser's eyes were also firm:
"Any army that steps into the eternally frozen wall, and anyone whose hands are stained with the blood of the North, cannot be forgiven. Their souls will be buried for those who have no rest."

The sights of the battle flags began to converge on Ken.

(End of this chapter)