Othua's War Banner

Chapter 523 0521: Final Assembly

Ken followed the priest and priest through the city wall formed by the tribal coalition forces, followed by Selina and Wei, walking towards the assembly center together.

He ignored the gazes of tribal leaders and ordinary warriors and stepped forward firmly.

Nanjiang's face is already eye-catching, and now the entire military formation may have chewed his story to everyone.

Flengundor had long ago decided to launch a counterattack against southern borders, and now was the right time. By the time Ken arrived at the assembly center, the Warringers had already had a heated dispute over the alliance issue.

Huoser and the orcs were waiting quietly in the center of the vortex.

Frengundo turned around, narrowing his eyes slowly, and the terrifying beast blast forced back the guy in the middle of the road.

As the audience shut their mouths in fear, everyone gave up enough space around them.

Frengundo's gaze directly enveloped the few people who slowly entered the stage, and it felt as if he was reprimanding Ken—reproaching him for shaking too many potential allies who were not firm enough in consciousness, which made his plan unfavorable. small hindrance.

Similar to the previous gatherings, the people gathered here are battle banners from various tribes.

Some tribes that suffered heavy losses in the war have elected temporary agents. After all, traditions cannot be abandoned, especially the people who have just experienced suffering, and urgently need to know the direction of the future.

Ken wore a striking jet-black down jacket over light makeshift armor.

And the battle banners around him were all dressed up, including crystal clear bone ornaments, complicated totem patterns, and armor forged from high-grade and precious fur combined with the rarest steel consumables...

Hair ring, brass ear piercing.

Crowds are as strong as bears or as shapely as panthers.

The last lingering wind before the warm winter blows over Palotusbi, which has just been hit hard. Layers upon layers of tribal leaders ushered in the final assembly amidst chants of sacrificial offerings and ancient hymns.

Ken, like other gods, sat around under the high platform with square stone hollow patterns.

Selina was once revered as Mansa, so she was assigned to a seat near the clergy to wait.

Wei is an attendant, staying with Aaron and other tribal guards.

The law enforcement officer of Flengundo is the recognized recorder of military achievements in Red Maple Highlands. All the frontline battle reports were unfolded after notarization and oath, and the blood-stained animal skins were spread out in the sun.

The long recitation spread to the ears of the battle banners.

Ken's eyes slowly focused, staring at the stacked battle reports, and a remark appeared in his eyes.

[Item: War Briefing]

[Description: During the Battle of the Red Maple Highlands, all the documents that recorded the military situation are shorthand for the stories of blood and tears in all directions. These information are composed of animal skins, cloth, armor fragments, magic cores... 】

Ken looked around:

Just now they were arguing endlessly, and the red-faced battle flags were all listening attentively at this moment, and no one felt bored.

Some information disappeared on the battlefield where it was sent, so there will be tribal warriors raising their arms holding weapons, telling the sacrifices they know or the detailed process, and then pointing out those who can testify, and they will raise their arms respond.

Very old and clumsy way of recording, yet respected as tradition...

And when similar rules are observed by most people, it will become a belief.

Ken quietly waited for the passage of time until the bloody, damaged, frozen, or burnt information was sorted out, and then asked the banners if they had any objections.

The priests and law enforcement officials had checked it in advance, and this question also followed the tradition.

The warrings began to pray, hoping that the dead would rest in peace.

Ken let go of the sound, and in an inadvertent turn, he caught a glimpse of [Irona] kneeling in the corner.

The Fengyan Tribe's [Jordan Cloth Battle Banner] and Siti Ethani faced the Sheluo who appeared in the south, but lost their lives because of the attraction of the life magic weapon and the outbreak of the ancient corpse tide.

Sion, the patron of Feather, Irona's uncle, is also a witness and survivor of that nightmare.

He brought the news of Jordanbu's death and the news that Yi Luona became the successor back to the Red Maple Heights.

After Ken returned to the Red Maple Heights, he began to seek revenge. He was a little surprised to see Elona. Those eyes could see many things, but at this moment, there were only red and swollen pupils and wet tears.

The Fengyan tribe led their people to migrate to the Red Maple Highlands, hoping to find reliable allies.

As a result, Zhanjing died in the war, and the Beishan Alliance also fell apart, losing two leaders in a row.

Ken couldn't imagine how the kid was feeling at this moment.

[Palotusbi's test is fair, it will not be biased because of age or identity, the blame and accidents of life will force you to run barefoot on the road of fate, until the ups and downs cut the soles of your feet, dripping with blood . 】

Yi Luona will follow the successor's rules and succeed the Fengyan tribe's Battle Banner position.

Jordan Bu's remaining cronies will continue to assist her and train her to be an excellent leader in the snow field until the fruit of enlightenment bears fruit again and matures, and Elona becomes unbearable.

The wind continued to blow, and the prayers died down.

Ken continued to sweep across the tribe with a calm expression, and then was attracted by the familiar figure in the distance.

Mesut.

Captain of the bodyguard of Siti Asani.

She was wearing a special simple suit made of snow worm fur. She only had a plain old coat on her body, without any armor made of steel.

In the tradition of the Shanwen tribe, only those who commemorate the dead will be dressed like this.

Mesut also ended his prayer, limited by the angle of view, the two sides did not have any eye contact, and the two lonely and sad figures were not so special in the rally.

War destroys much more than that.

The floor cast by the spiritual core is full of seats, the streamer light is suppressed by the warm sun, and the shimmer of the moisture floating in is faintly visible, adding a special sense of atmosphere to this sacred and solemn picture.

Numerous precious trophies are listed.

The battle banners silently watched the priesthood above the high platform, and distributed the rewards for meritorious deeds to each tribe, and later exchanged or other trades in private.

Hawser and Flengundo possessed the majority of the resources. After all, the orcs and Janzelis presided over the defense and counterattack of the Red Maple Heights.

There is no dispute about the meritorious service of the two battle flags.

Afterwards, the priest paused for a short while, and the war banners who had concentrated their attention caught a certain kind of premonition before the incident, and then the discussion was quickly extinguished in the cold wind, leaving only eyes focused on a certain young man in front of him.

The priest called out the name of Thornton Kaya, Qiwen's orphan, Ken Bouvier.

The mask of the clergy could not see any joys or sorrows, and compared to this time, there was a bit of pressure. As the voice continued to ring out in the assembly center, there were considerable quantities of those materials and precious beast cubs.

The evaluation is fair, which means that Hawser and Flengundo affirmed his value.

Although the reward Ken received was generous, it was far less than the two war banners.
It is basically a reward for calming down the conflict between the North and the South, but the achievements of the fierce battle against the giant dragon Shouduo were concealed, and he did not bring an army to support him, so the overall casualties were negligible, so it is understandable...

Selina nodded, feeling that the orcs were kind.

Then the priest spoke again, but he mentioned the southern border army in the dangerous place on the cliff. According to the resolution of the battle signal meeting, the northern border recognized the contribution of mercenaries and adventurers in this war.

In addition to the resources they seized themselves, the Northern Territory will also give additional rewards in exchange for the meritorious deeds they have stored in the medal.

Those who kept the Red Maple Heights emblem until the end will probably laugh with joy, while the unlucky ones who discarded it or used it to vent their anger on the battlefield can only watch helplessly.

In fact, the most important thing is... this group of people recovered their lives.

At the moment when the southern border countries invaded Palotusbi on a large scale, they did not become the fuse of the war, nor did they expose their corpses to the wilderness as sacrifices to scare chickens and monkeys, nor did they become the bloodstains that beat the drums.

Ken stretched out his hand, raised the tomahawk over his head, and gently lowered it.

He has always been flattered and unfazed, it seems that he has not been scratched by this vortex, and it is possible...

He is ready to jump into it and swim in the storm.

The battle signal rally is still going on in an orderly manner.

……

Selina's face was as calm as water, but her heart was more nervous than anyone else.

"Oh, hoo~"

She suddenly heard an untimely chuckle from behind her, followed by long, relieved gasps, as if a tense nerve had finally eased.

Who would be so nervous at a battle cry rally?
Selena couldn't help closing her eyes, and then the surrounding spirits became her eyes, and she began to search for the source of the voice in the crowd.

Huoser immediately put his attention on the revealer.

He was curious about the purpose of the sorceress breaking into the gathering, and at the same time wanted to find an opportunity to ask the mastermind behind the disaster, that is, the specific whereabouts or possible movements of Roxani.

Selina quickly searched through the crowd.

She found that the guy who made the noise just now was still shrugging and couldn't help snickering, which was confusing.

Selina does not remember this character.

She guessed that a certain tribe's War Banner died and was temporarily selected as a spokesperson, but this guy is very strange-his eyes are always wandering between Mesut and Ken, as if waiting for something.

The spoils were quickly distributed.

Several particularly valuable materials and weapons have fallen into the hands of the gods and ancient tribes.

Ken, of course, has nothing to gain.

With the advancement of the agenda, various arrangements after the war are also continuing to be carried out. First of all, Frengundor's southward counterattack plan, and the northern tribal coalition will be formally formed.

It seems that after many considerations, the promotion will be delayed for half a month.

The warrings have to return to their respective homes, clean up the mess, check the damage, and bring confidence to the panicked tribe again.

At the same time, it is also the time for the adventurers of the southern border countries to withdraw from the northern border. Guys who have no intention of being involved in the battlefield, it is best to take advantage of this time to get out and leave the eternal frozen wall!

Ken knew that this was Frongundor and Hawser's last compromise, a chance for survival as much as the camp next to it.

After the official formation of the War Alliance, it will start from the Red Maple Highlands and go southward, along the Jianyin Ice Bay and the other two main roads. Along the way, the various tribes of Palotusbi will be gathered to liberate the land polluted by the iron hoof of southern Xinjiang.

Responders came one after another, and the seeds of hatred were buried deep in the hearts of the people in the northern border.

Ken remained silent throughout.

He closed his eyes to carefully distinguish the cheers coming from the wind. The flames of revenge did not burn everyone up. Some tribes maintained the most basic rationality, and some tribes simply did not get out of the trauma.

Opponents are absolutely impossible.

Some Zhan Jing chose to remain silent, neither expressing their support nor jumping out to oppose it.

Frengundo didn't delve into the meaning behind this, nor did he forcefully ask everyone to take up arms, but asked the rally to continue after roughly formulating the framework.

In the follow-up, there will be a meeting of the warriors to discuss the details of the southward conquest.

What needs to be discussed at the gathering is not only the proposal of Frengundo, but also the real difficulties faced by many tribes. For example, the ancient tribes, which have plummeted during the hunting and invasion, need the support of new allies...

This is the best opportunity to speak.

There are many similar things, including Bi and Ang, the two northern sisters...

This kind of tribe with conflicts left over from history, after fighting side by side in the Red Maple Heights, the people of the two sides have gained mutual respect through competition and persistence.

Witnessed by the assembly, they each made concessions, concluded a new truce, and swore an oath to the sacred assembly to prove their sincerity.

Ken was like a quiet lapping stone in a maelstrom.

Letting those noisy voices pass by his ears, as far as he is concerned, only Frengundor's war plan is worthy of attention, and other tribal matters are small waves.

There were a lot of warbands in the congregation watching Ken, but regretting his silence.

Selena and most people thought that things were going smoothly and it was over...

Suddenly someone took up a new topic.

As the speaker came forward, she suddenly noticed that this person was the guy who laughed just now.

He held a fluttering banner in his hand, and then unfolded it in front of everyone.

Mesut's eyes widened in the distance, his clenched teeth cast shadows on both sides of his cheeks, and he even subconsciously stretched out his hand to hold the handle of the knife.

He was a strong heavy cavalryman, well-armoured, with a tone and manner as bad as his beard.

He was a little nervous and a little excited.

After unfolding the banner in his hand, it turned out to be the emblem of Beishan Alliance, and then this guy draped it over his shoulders, and the brows of the onlookers frowned, because it meant inheritance and control.

So he took the opportunity to explain his purpose.

"Beishan Alliance has gone through... um, Gema's betrayal, and now most of its members have withdrawn, and the scale is far less than before. We will learn from the former and return to Jianyin Ice Bay to develop again..."

Selina finally recognized after the other party spoke.

He is Gema's adjutant, a heavy cavalry with a huge axe, and an ambitious guy.

(End of this chapter)