Othua's War Banner

Chapter 524 0522: The visitor from the mountain

Resette is confident that he can win the leadership of the Beishan Alliance.

The biggest similarity between him and his predecessor, Zhanjing, is his restless ambition, but Resette's structure is smaller and his vision is narrower. Generally speaking, it is difficult for this kind of character to achieve a great vision, but their despicableness and waiting for an opportunity are very different. Enough to make your teeth gnash.

Sidi and Gema died one after another, and the Beishan Alliance fell apart in the precarity.

Resette successfully obtained the position of the leader of Leopold, swallowed up the rights of Gema and a few old things, and he was very smart, leading those guys who had made mistakes into the hunting battlefield, And mixed with no small feats.

The battle signal meeting is held, and the start-up funds can be obtained by rewarding meritorious deeds.

Relying on the banner of the Shanwen Tribe, go back to Jianyi Bingwan to develop slowly, and gather those who are as unwilling to be subordinated to others as yourself, and then you can start to form your own forces again.

He knew that the original Shanwen tribe had completely collapsed, but this body could attract more moths.

The mistakes of Leopold's tribe, and the dastardly struggle over the succession of the City, seem to have been brushed aside with the crash of the dragon's corpse and the receding tide of the undead.

The cruel and shameless conspiracy and calculations can now be pushed to Gema.

Lessert held the flag throughout the rally, sweat soaking the crumpled corners.

According to his prestige and the ancient traditions recorded in the Old Testament of the Northern Territory, he could indeed represent Gema who had rebelled, inherit the battle banner of the Leopold tribe, and then compete for the leadership of the Shanwen tribe.

The reason why Resette has this courage.

First of all, the outbreak of the Southward War will become the best opportunity for him to grow stronger. If he can be involved in the torrent of war, he will come into contact with more powerful tribes. In the chaotic northern border, he can become a war banner and his boat will rise. ...

He was so excited that he stayed up all night.

But Resette decided to postpone the plan until this morning...

Mesut, as the adjutant of Siti Ethani, is about to return to Sharp Ice Bay, and has publicly given up the opportunity to compete for the leadership of the North Mountain Alliance-she seems to be tired of power struggles and too many responsibilities.

Resette's face was ruddy, and she sat with her head held high among the war banners.

There was only the last burden left in his heart, and that was Ken Bouvier. The picture of the other party hacking Gema to death was still vivid in his memory, but Resette kept hinting that he was just a subordinate in this incident...

Shenqi Zhanjing shouldn't care about himself, right?

What's more, the Civil War is about to break out, Ken is the center of the vortex of public opinion and the front line, and all kinds of pressure are gathered on him, so he probably won't pull out his hand to hold him tight!
Resette sat in the crowd, sneaking glances at Ken from time to time.

There are actually a lot of people around who are doing the same thing, he doesn't seem very obtrusive, and some people even discuss Ken softly.

Resette thought that the other party must be sitting on pins and needles at this time, right?

The battle flags wrapped Ken Bouvier in the middle, and all kinds of hints seemed to have a prejudice against him. The direction of the strong wind was going to press him down, but he was silent at this time, cowardly bearing criticism and complexity. gaze...

Bloodiness is needed to gain a foothold in the northern border, and the warrings will respect their opponents who fight to the end, but they will not sympathize with heroes who endure humiliation.

"The soul of this young man was completely smoothed out after the revenge was successful. Maybe we shouldn't expect it."

The comments floating out of the crowd penetrated into Leisette's ears.

He really couldn't hold it back, and laughed while holding the banner. Then Resette suddenly felt cold, always feeling that the sorceress sitting next to the priest was paying attention to him, but she obviously didn't even turn her cheek.

Resette gasped for breath, suppressing the throbbing in his heart.

Now that he finally has the courage to go up and win the right of succession in the assembly, even if the Beishan Alliance has become a mess, it doesn't matter even if he is ridiculed or despised...

When the war breaks out, they will know how important Zhan Jing's identity is!
When Resette draped the banner on his shoulders, there was a little commotion around him, and those unfriendly gazes, like snorting with substance, fell around him.

But it doesn't matter. If no one objects, the Beishan Alliance can safely fall into his arms.

He looked around, and when the last priest raised his arm, he would be able to successfully inherit...

Resette is looking forward to it, looking forward to it...

He stared at the opponent's arm with staring eyes, wishing to fast forward time again.

at last!

The old man wearing a mask and covered with gorgeous decorations of tribal culture raised his bone scepter tied with a wind chime, and when it was about to be higher than his shoulders, it suddenly stopped in the air.

Resette felt that his heart was about to stop.

Immediately after that, there were rustling sounds from the surroundings, and the boots stepped on the gravel-like spirit core, making a clear approaching sound, and then the floating black shadow gradually passed over his shadow...

Resette saw the terrifying monster-like silhouette on the ground until he realized that it was the shadow floating from the heavy coat.

He turned around abruptly...

Suddenly there was severe pain on both sides of his cheeks, and then, the terrible pressure was about to crush his skull.

"Ah-hoo, hoo-hoo, ah-"

Ken stood in the center of the spiritual core circle, pinching Resette's head and forcing him to kneel in front of him, his face was heavy like a funeral, and the cold wind blew wildly at the battle banner assembly, flipping his thick black hair Suede coat and messy hair.

"Ken... the banner, please put it down."

No one thought that Mesut would be the first to stop.

She was wearing the attire that mourns the dead, and there was only unhealed pain in her eyes, and the anger that was slowly receding. The so-called power struggle was meaningless, and there was no need to let Ken go against the rally because of Resette. Tradition.

The audience's perception of Ken has changed.

They have all witnessed:
The tomahawk that this person swung down again and again in the ruins square was exactly the same as the look in his eyes just now!
If Mesut hadn't come out to stop him, he would have let Resette's blood splatter on the spot.

Ken slowly let go of his hand and grabbed the flag that was about to fly away.

Resette's legs were weak, and he fell face down on the ground and twitched. The cheekbones on both sides seemed to be slightly sunken. There should be a few more important bones that were completely broken. live...

None of the audience at the Warring Rally went to see the fallen minions.

Their attention was now focused on the flag in Ken's hand, and some battle flags even grinned, expecting some deviant things that might happen, which might be able to shake the current situation.

Frongundo and Hawser's expressions became serious at the same time, and the surrounding area of ​​the meeting was strangely quiet.

Ken took two steps forward, and burned the expensive cloth in front of the bonfire. The flying ashes carried distracting thoughts and various complicated sighs throughout the gathering place...

"The Santon Kaya Tribe officially declares war on the Beishan Alliance."

Ken still held on to the flag tightly until the flames had eaten all the patterns before letting go, letting the cold wind take it away.

The elders of the sacrificial authority looked at each other in blank dismay, really not knowing how to communicate and distinguish emotional changes wearing that mysterious and thick mask.

Finally, the elder who presided over the assembly asked: "Reiterate your agenda, God, do you want to inherit?"

"Declaration of war, elder, I will declare war."

Ken turned to face the confused and prejudiced stares.

He said: "Sitty Ethani is dead. I don't believe anyone can bring back the honor of the Beishan League. It will no longer exist. I will not allow anyone to wave the Ridge Totem again."

"If you do this, what should we members do?" It was Tomio who stood up.

Bandages are wrapped around his arms, and he appears to have been badly wounded during the Battle of the Hunt.

"quit."

Ken announced decisively.

His sharp eyes and calm tone didn't sound like a joke.

Ken, meeting the survivors in the audience, said, "You've lost City since the day she died..."

Then he turned around and swept away the remaining Gema followers in the crowd one by one. "I understand that the Beishan Alliance is a legacy that cannot be given up to some people, but I must emphasize...anyone, I say anyone..."

Ken's eyes were like sharp arrows, sealing his throats one by one to warn. "It is not allowed, and then touch it with dirty hands."

The scope of the silence spread wider and wider, and the howling north wind poured into the gap in the cliff, tearing out painful and sad wailing sounds, just like all the good things taken away by the Burmese war.

Selina sat in the silent tide.

She knew that Ken was letting go of his grief and raising his prestige—he was about to start implementing his plan.

"I also know that someone is trading with Pistonke. When you are enjoying prosperity, you seem to be blinded by money. I have seen many top-secret lists in the hall of the mercenary president. The names involved in the dirty transactions can be Quite a lot..."

Ken sneered.

The leaders of Shenqi Battlesign and the ancient tribe were confused at first, and then they remembered that Ken and his name were Mahalu, the hero of Ambera Ice Harbor, and the "arbitration tribunal" that is now rumored in the northern border rule makers.

Frengandor proposed to use war to deter the people of the southern border countries.

At that time, someone raised the code of conduct of the arbitral tribunal, saying that this is a new exploration, which can be used for restraint management, which is completely different from the original hostility and suspicion, and it is a good way.

"My second thing."

Ken's voice sounded again, and everyone realized that the rules he wanted to set were not over yet.

"You all know that I can speak among the mercenaries, and those merchants who travel through the northern border have to give me face. Now I announce that no one is allowed to trade with the Pistonk Empire. Your resource difficulties , you can submit it to the mercenaries, that is, it will reach my ears, and then I will help."

He tightened the cords on his coat and basked in the biting cold wind.

Both Frongundo and Hawser noticed some details.

Among those who opposed the war, some guys' faces became ugly.

Originally, I thought that these people didn't want to get their hands stained with blood, but there seemed to be something hidden inside.

Ken then continued: "You all know the bottom line of trade. If someone sells meat seeds, I guarantee that I will pay a high price and offer a sufficiently attractive reward to take the heads off your necks."

Frengundo's fists gradually clenched, and the terrifying coercion crushed the entire assembly.

They understand.

The onlookers also understood it.

Among Palotusbi's tribal camps, there are more tribes making dark deals with the countries in the southern border than imagined. Gema is just an extreme example of floating on the surface, some bastards who turn a blind eye, The same sin deserves death.

The meat seed trade was the orphan trade, often hidden within the slave trade.

The dignitaries of the countries in the southern border will buy some [meat seeds] for ritual sacrifices, or to cultivate them into special servants and retainers. The special magic in the northern border can produce more children with special blood, which is an excellent sample .

What Ken was talking about was only a small part of the dark chain.

But he proved two things at the same time.

First of all, Ken has a high prestige among the southern border forces in the northern border, and has the reputation of instigating resistance. Those tribes that rely on trade or do not have a strong will to fight must think clearly about their position.

At the same time, he once again exported his principles to everyone at the Zhanjing assembly.

Ken and his Thornton Kaya tribe would not take sides in the southern invasion war, extreme anger and meaningless sacrifice could not move this rational man.

He follows his own concept of good and evil, and is not biased by the positions of the southern border and the northern border.

Obviously, these views and resolutions are to challenge Frengundo to some extent. Everyone can foresee the subsequent tit-for-tat confrontation. Perhaps the orc tribe will postpone the outbreak of the war to a later date...

It was to free up time to deal with Thornton Kaya!
When the onlookers thought of this, they all took a deep breath. When they looked at Ken again, from the initial expectation, disappointment, surprise...

Turned into horror and awe!

The courage of this young man is really too great!
No one knows why he is so eager to die...

But those warrings who thought they had no choice at first seemed to hesitate again, and more people chose to return to their hometown after defeating Shuluo, waiting for the situation to change, waiting for the end of Santon Kaya...

Then Ken announced that he was done, raised his head to signal the elder to raise his arm, and ended his speech.

After he returned to his seat, within ten steps beside him, no other battle banner dared to approach.

Shen Qi and the leaders of the ancient tribes were all scattered around, and they all looked at him with complicated expressions. Even the two strongest sisters in the north stared at Ken with puzzled eyes.

"Crazy, stupid, hey."

The battle signal rally ended quietly, and then the sunset ushered in again.

Frongundo and Hawser remained alone in the core.

Tonight there is no banquet and cheers, only solemnity, and the confusion of the upcoming battle. When the sun rises tomorrow, the tide of undead sweeping Palotusbi will usher in the final failure...

Ken also stayed cooperatively.

Selina and Wei returned to the tent with interest, leaving room for three people.

(End of this chapter)