Othua's War Banner

Chapter 525 0522: Negotiators

The vein in Frengundo's forehead was throbbing -- for the seventh time today.

He once again suppressed the urge to tear apart his prey, suppressed his anger, and tried his best to take into account the overall situation. "There is no audience now, boy, you have to swear to me that what you said in public today is true."

The orc warring obviously couldn't believe it.

There are despicable people who dare to ignore their own iron-fisted rule. Under the shackles of the Old Testament in the North, some people can still touch the bottom line, and even betray their beliefs and hurt the children in the tribe.

Ken answered his question with a rhetorical question: "Don't you know how much Palotusbi relies on the southern border countries?"

He said: "The war used up the population for farming and grazing, burned the villages used to establish prosperity, and turned those who could produce food and raw ore into homeless refugees..."

Flengundo obviously disagreed: "War is not a reason to betray the North."

"But poverty is true!"

Ken has been in contact with refugees, knows how the neutral camp works, and understands the thoughts of the people at the bottom. "There are also many smart and hardworking traders in the northern border, and they will not be corrupted because of the trade in the southern border. No matter how abundant the supplies are, only by getting what they need can we promote prosperity."

"It's a difficult balance to strike, Ken."

Hawser's voice was exceptionally calm. "There must always be someone who frightens southern Xinjiang, and there must always be someone who bleeds."

Ken seemed to be able to feel the heaviness of the tranquility, and even the way he stirred the bonfire seemed a little tired. What he said just now was as straightforward as possible, and he wanted Ken to understand his good intentions.

Fron Gundall, Hawser, Ken.

The three sat quietly around the campfire, like an old man guarding a fishing hole in a frosty night.

The tiny fireflies floating in the air are the flowing light condensed from the spiritual core, magnificent and magnificent, but it is also a fleeting thing.

Although the tribes gathered here have different ideas, most of them are ready for war, and it is impossible to prevent everyone from avenging the invaders.

"There will be a bottom line in war, and the people in southern Xinjiang in Palotusby will not be killed with one shot."

Hawser said very little today. "But the rules are the same. We must first prove that we are friends with the North before we will lay down our weapons."

He can make concessions just right in every sentence, and whenever Flengundo gets out of control, he will jump out to grasp the scale of the conversation.

Ken had no objection to such a result, but he knew that the conversation was not over yet, so he couldn't help sighing and said, "It's really good that you two have a good understanding."

Flengundo had a grim face, and he didn't show much affinity.

Hawser's white hair made him look a little kind, and his burly figure revealed a trustworthy calmness. At this time, he said quite frankly: "I also admire you very much, Ken, you can become one of us , you have a very precious talent."

This sentence is almost an invitation.

Ken, however, knew the price of compromise, and shook his head regretfully to express his refusal.

Regret flashed across the faces of Flengundo and Hawser, and then they allowed the bonfire to burn blazingly. Immediately afterwards, the eyes of the orc warringer became fierce.

Ken knew that the beast was about to open its fangs towards him.

But he didn't feel that Flengundo was fickle. Rather than saying that he was hypocritical, it might be better to say that he restrained his wildness and restraint, rather than using duplicity to deceive others.

Frengundo stared at Ken, with a serious tone: "You have to hand over the things that counterbalance the source of hunting."

"Hahaha."

Ken twitched his shoulders and laughed, shaking his head: "I knew that you hid this matter in order to keep it for yourself."

The bandit-like behavior seemed a bit out of place from the mouths of the two of them.

The expressions of Flengundo and Hawser became very bad at the same time, as if they were not good at doing this kind of thing.

Then Huoser stared at him and said, "I have already admitted that you are talented, Ken, you can try to use your rules to balance the relationship between the southern border countries and the northern border, and leave the war and deterrence to others... Give up the weapons to those on the battlefield!"

Hawser's last sentence was particularly heavy.

Ken didn't retreat at all, and his tone was steady: "Then how do you know that I won't pick it up by myself?"

The air starts to freeze.

Hawser sat a little away from the fire, and he gave up, because no matter how hard he tried, there was a limit to how much the campfire could burn without adding new firewood.

Afterwards, a few people chatted up a few words, chatting about the follow-up arrangements of the war.

Although the Janzelis tribe led by Hawser lived deep in the northern border and controlled the largest mines in the north, their scouts and vassal tribes branched out to the entire Palotus.

They have been working near the permafrost wall for many years, and their influence is also the greatest among the battle banners.

Huoser will join the workshops in the north to speed up the production after finishing the matter in the Red Maple Heights, and turn the mineral deposits into weapons and armor, while he himself will go to the permafrost wall and join the forefront of the war...

"Hey, it's really cold at night, everyone, don't get frostbite."

Hawser stood up with a long sigh.

Unmoved by the mountain of loot behind him, he picked up his coat to keep out the cold and walked into the night where the flames could not cover.

After Hawser opened his mouth, Frengundo drank heavily while leaning against his sword and armor, pouring the highly concentrated blended product into his scorched mouth like a river.

The orc warring waited until Hawser was completely away before staring at Ken with fierce eyes.

He didn't intend to pretend to be a threat, but because of his nature, he would release his hostility at any time. "Give you a chance, Ken Bouvier, to explain the source of life and stay away from this storm."

Flengundo pressed the heavy wooden cup among the gravel, breathing heavily and frequently, and his tone was slightly vicissitudes.

"You are so young, you are still too immature, live on, take some time to become mature, and then realize what you want to do."

Ken finally picked up his cup with ashes on it, and sent the wine soaked in snow seed vine down his throat.

He looked at the bonfire in a daze, and didn't rush to answer, and then quickly poured the remaining wine in the cup into the slightly decayed woodpile.

The medicine and combustion-supporting ingredients contained in the spirits made the flames blaze, and the terrifying flames surged and burned vigorously, and the area covered by the aperture also expanded to the limit in the blink of an eye, almost igniting the two of them.

As the flames fade...

Ken's determined expression was exposed in front of Frengundo.

He said: "I always think that if you back down on the bottom line and principles, it's like a beast that has its spine removed. Even if the time is extended indefinitely, it will not become mature, it will only remain seriously injured, and even slowly rot..."

Frengundo's eyes gradually became fierce.

He remembered the first conversation he had had with Ken Bouvier deep in the ruins.

The orc Zhan Jing grinned in anger, his smile was scarier than that of the Night Demon, and he said, "Are you mocking me?"

"No offense." Ken was about to stand up and leave, staring at Frengundo with a serious expression. "Look, you clearly possess wisdom, but you insist on indulging your anger to burn it down."

He tightened his winter coat and walked towards the tent. Just as he took a step, he heard a terrifying sense of oppression behind him.

Frengundo's saber turned orange red, and the high temperature melted the spirit core, which was inserted into the frozen ground. "Prepare to flee, I will personally go to Santon Kaya to destroy your self-confidence and dig out the source of life from your heart."

He saw Ken turn around slowly, with sinister and cunning animal pupils in the middle of his eye sockets.

Frengundo also stood up, looked at him, and solemnly announced condescendingly: "I declare war on you, child, and prepare to die."

【Mission: The Frozen Throne】

[Description: Guard Thornton Kaya from the challenge of Frengundur. 】

A task appeared in front of Ken.

He had never seen such a dark note, like the doomsday of the final judgment, quietly descending on Thornton Kaya.

Although Ken had long expected that there would be a test, he did not expect this to be the case.

……

Aaron rode his Yalong to complete the inspection of the scouts tonight.

With the steady counterattack of the undead tide, the road to the southern part of the northern border has been opened, and the scouts of Janzelis went to the permafrost wall with their respective missions, preparing to reconnect the intelligence network.

As a tribal magician, he naturally has a mission.

The convening of the meeting made him uneasy, especially when he learned that the war would continue, the confusion in his heart became more intense.

Palotusbi has not yet recovered from the wave of undead, so is he going to grit his teeth and fight the southern Xinjiang people?
Aaron was very young, even if he killed countless people, it was only because he told himself repeatedly that he was protecting his homeland, and he felt that the speed of life changes was too fast.

The hunter was attacked and defeated again, the trade in southern Xinjiang was cut off, and those who revealed the doubts went from being a guest to retreating into the night.

Aaron thought of Selena again, and the mysterious, rich and powerful female mage.

He admired Selina, admired the self-confidence that radiated from the inside out, and the perfect demeanor that was outstanding and independent, which was tens of thousands of times more beautiful than the chaotic climate, and it was fascinating...

Aaron lowered his head on the back of the sub-dragon, speeding up his flight.

Whenever he is depressed, he likes to wander in the sky where no one is there, enjoying the peace and freedom away from the crowd.

He has not forgotten his mission, the bastards in the southern border countries will do whatever they can, he wants to check whether there are any suspicious guys, and find out those who are plotting evil.

Aaron's collapsed body suddenly gained strength.

He reached out and stroked the Yalong bird's neck, adjusted the angle and speed of the shuttle, and fixed his eyes on the white shadow flashing below.

Aaron can rub multiple chains of Thunder, and when he is focused, his dynamic vision will reach a terrifying level, so he entrusts him with the work of high-altitude inspections.

This is the edge of the place where the tribal coalition forces are stationed. The road chosen by the night walkers is very remote, but it seems that they have not deliberately hidden it.

As the Wurm swooped down, its wings raised, snow and wind raged.

Aaron quickly approached the opponent in the chaos, but he saw the comer clearly within the last ten steps. He recognized him, so while quickly stopping, he also put away his terrifying power and held it behind his back.

"Cough cough cough, who is it?"

Dressed in chiffon celebratory gowns and imperforate masks, healers waved the dust away.

She is a tribal warrior from the south of the Unfrozen Lake. Ms. Josefini, a clergyman, has a well-known healing ability. Many legendary heroes in the north have been brought back to life in her hands.

Aaron had met Hawser when he was young, and he was a gentle and amiable elder.

On the battlefield a few days ago, Aaron was seriously injured by Piston's knight commander, and he quickly recovered his combat ability with the help of Ms. Josefini. He borrowed Sarah's storm to help the coalition forces survive the raging battlefield. close!
"Greetings, ma'am!"

Aaron seemed a little happy, seeing the familiar elders relieved a lot of the depression in his heart.

He snuffed out the magic hidden behind him, stepped forward and used the light wind to dust off the gravel on Ms. Josefini's white shirt.

"Huh~ It scared me, Aaron, you can't greet people like this next time, it's too reckless!"

"Okay, okay."

Aaron nodded apologetically, like a kid who made a mistake.

Ms. Josefini and Huoser Zhanjing are old friends, and the two sides have been in contact for many years, sending missions to exchange gifts at every celebration and gathering, but due to Zhanjing's busy daily life, I haven't seen her in person for many years.

Aaron talked and greeted her, and the dragon moved slowly behind him, gradually confirming his childhood guess.

Ms. Josefini never gets old.

Although no one has seen the appearance behind this imperforate mask, her voice is always clear and pleasant, and her fingers and skin exposed to the air during treatment are always as clean as jade.

Ms. Josefini was not angry, she had the same voice as herself...

No pretensions, kind and gentle.

Ms. Josefini showed him the precious medicinal herbs in her basket.

She's a healer, and she's a clear non-station tribal banner.

When everyone was still killing Shouluo and pondering the relationship with the people in southern Xinjiang, she took her people and was busy collecting potion materials that grew in the Red Maple Heights. The output was objective, and she even paid for the poor The small tribes do things for themselves and donate food in disguise.

"You are as kind as ever, ma'am."

Aaron scratched his head, sighed long, and then said with emotion. "What you do is significant. We increase the killing in the North. You are responsible for healing and saving the world."

He inadvertently spoke his heart, and suddenly realized that the words were too heavy, so he quickly laughed and prepared to apologize.

However, Aaron found that Ms. Josefini had stopped moving forward, and was staring at herself with a basket in her hand. The white, porous mask looked a little frightened.

His fear came from the gaze of the elders, as if he had been caught for a reason, but it was an irresistible concern.

Ms. Josefini said lightly: "We can heal scars, but we can't fill greed. Sins cannot be saved by forgiveness. Only when the swords you wield make the bad guys feel pain, will more people not bleed .”

She walked over and put two sweet grass fruits in Aaron's palm.

Ms. Josefini reached out to touch his head as she did when she was a child, but found that Aaron was taller than herself, so she let out a gratified and kind laugh.

"I treat you, not to encourage killing, but to let you protect more people."

(End of this chapter)