Othua's War Banner

Chapter 526 0523: The sword and the man of the dream moon
Aaron gasped for breath during the consolation, and Ms. Josefini's words made him feel relieved.

The sub-dragon began to move its wings, making the sound of leather armor rubbing, the cold wind became less terrifying, moisture and tranquility were coming, the deepest night before dawn was about to arrive, it was time to fall asleep.

"Thank you ma'am, this means a lot to me."

Aaron tidied up his exhaustion and became energetic again, "You should also rest earlier, it will be dawn in a short time, and it will become very noisy when the team is fully equipped and set off."

"Go ahead, my boy, I'm glad to see you."

Josefini is an immigrant from the Unfrozen Lake and a devout dolin prayer teacher.

The aborigines in Palotusbi respect them. When addressing such people in the Uma language, they use "Ms." instead of their surnames as a friendly title. This is somewhat similar to the culture of the northern nomad tribes. resemblance.

Aaron nodded and returned to Yalong's back, riding the cold wind from the mountain range and rushing to the sky.

Josefini bent down and picked up all the scattered orchids, packed them in special woven handbags and walked forward.

Her walking pace was very special, there was a rustling sound from the deserted path, and her footprints stretched forward along the back of the military camp built by the mountain, but there was no one on the snow.

The cold wind blows through the dead grass broken in the snow.

Josefini turned around and walked towards Janzeles' tent, but her feet left no marks on the snow, not even the undissolved snow seeds were touched.

The string of footprints is still extending, continuing to move forward, and the sound of fading away continues along the original path.

When Aaron finished his patrol and returned, he would only think that Ms. Josefini had returned to the camp. The night riding sentry saw the winding footprints, and at most asked the person in charge of the post, and would not have other ideas.

At the moment when the war is about to break out, everyone is judging the situation. There are many secret meetings, but everyone turns a blind eye.

……

Kuima got up from the wine table with her head covered, and quickly tapped her forehead, trying to regain her sanity from the drunkenness.

He knew that he was completely poisoned, and he shouldn't have listened to Valery's nonsense in the evening, and tried that brand-name spirit blended with an unknown liquid, which was even more terrifying than scorpion oil.

Kuima only took half a sip, from throat burning to stomach, and fainted when reeking of alcohol.

As he looked around, he saw the stumbling crowd in the tavern.

Miss McGonagall and the others who hadn't been drinking had gone back to rest. Lorgar had been in a bad mood these past few days, and basically chose to stand guard at night. At this time, she should still be on vigil in the cave next to the roof...

Collins had a better drinking capacity than himself, and was lying on the aisle leading to the bar with a few mercenaries.

Kuima wanted to go forward to wake up Langz. After all, he could not carry so many strong men by himself. When he came to the giant man, the pain in his head had not completely dissipated.

He saw that there was still a grass stuck in the fingernail of Lanz's hand, which was pressed between the fingertip and the giant axe.

"Idiot, are you not going to want this thing?"

Quema smiled and woke up her brother.

Langz woke up from shaking his head and muttering meaninglessly, tried walking upright several times, and sat back on his buttocks. It turned out that the effect of the blended drink was so good that even the giants couldn't bear it.

"Hahahaha, next time, get drunk in the wild, your ax will grow grass."

Quema patted him on the shoulder jokingly.

Langz had never drank Valery, and he was still a little depressed at this moment. Fortunately, the blood of the giant was very strong, and the speed of sobering up was also unusual.

He just looked at Quema for a while, then giggled.

Kuima was a little puzzled: "Hiss, did you pour all the bad wine into your head? You're still silly, hurry up and help me move the corpse."

"You still mean to talk about me, brother,"

Lowndes hooked his waist and pointed his thick fingers at the back of his neck. "Look at your spear, isn't it also growing something? A sharp archer like you must be confused."

Quema was a little surprised.

Using his magic, he summoned the spear to himself.

The legendary weapon was safe and sound, but at the part where the spear was put together, the top of half of the plant was inserted at an indescribable angle, as if it had grown on it.

He recognized the plant.

half angle orchid.

A thing that grows in the spring of the southern kingdoms and Palotusby.

Quema once heard someone say:

The battle spears of myself and Langz belonged to a certain force in southern Xinjiang. They were only stolen by despicable guys, lost to looters, and finally reached me.

The terrible ominousness swept through Quema's body, making him shiver.

……

Huoser wore a huge cloak made of Yekui fur, walking through the army formation like a nocturnal migrating beast.

All around him are elite soldiers from the Janzelis tribe, and several war banners from other tribes—all came to visit him because of the war, but there was no open mouth at the gathering, even if it dragged on late into the night, no There will be a way to speak out.

Haucer sometimes fell into reflection.

This group of minions didn't dare to bother Flengundo, but they always gathered around him. Is it the sequelae of Red Maple Highland's retreat, or his usual image is too gentle?
Approaching the tent, the Ice Feather Swordsman walking in front suddenly raised his head.

He smelled a smell unique to Chunlan, like burnt cakes mixed into a paste, but no one had entered Zhanjing's tent since early in the morning. The lead rider here?

Ice Feather Swordsman signaled his lieutenants to continue making noises, narrowed his eyes, and reached out to hold the Thin Frost Rapier worn at his waist.

"Warm."

Huossou put his hand on the swordsman's shoulder, and when he turned around, he showed a gentle expression and said, "I'm really busy today, see off other friends for me, and don't disturb my rest before departure. "

Although Hawser spoke lightly, Wen Bo understood what he said.

The Ice Feather Swordsman returned the drawn sword, the cold air escaped to both sides, and the hoarfrost covered the interface, as if it had never been opened again.

The leading cavalry and adjutants stopped the other visitors accompanying Zhan Jing, and then politely persuaded them to leave.

The process went smoothly.

After all, no one in the camp of the Janzelis tribe dared to speak loudly.

The title of Yong Shuang's sword wielder is not only intimidating to the people of southern Xinjiang.

Huoser opened the heavy windproof curtain, and the totem patterned by hand is very vivid and oppressive. The main camp tent built according to his figure stands under the Xiongfeng Peak, and the beams inside are made of animal bones and steel Spliced ​​out.

By the time he entered the corridor, the stewed batter of Banjiao Lan was already rich in flavor.

Then he lifted the inner curtain and officially entered his resting room. There were not many heating equipments, but each appliance and matching blankets were expensive.

"You don't have to sleep in the soft mud now."

A gentle female voice came from the room, and the pure-color, imperforate mask was placed next to the cage.

This rack was originally used to bake combat boots, but now there are more clay pots that do not belong to this room.

It is simmered with hornbill soft bean porridge, which is different from the delicacies tasted by the nobles in southern Xinjiang. It is a common way for the poor to eat. There are not many spices, and the order of cooking is also very simple.

The warm fire casts the guests' shadows on the wall.

Huoser took off his military uniform in silence, walked to the side and sat down on the soft cushion, becoming a part of the projection.

"I thought you would come, after all, it's a tide of undead, but I didn't expect you would be willing to see me."

Huoser spoke in a very calm tone. He reached out to take the thick porridge served by the other party. The whole process was very natural, and his shoulders were slack. He didn't have the courage to slam Fang Qiu in the usual way.

They get along like weeds and little flowers, like wandering orphans who spend the winter with each other.

Hawser hadn't been able to face Josefini for a while, because she always reminded him of the years of being adopted by the Leahala family, the horrible and cruel training, the never-ending missions and murders.

Whenever the juniors in the tribe ask about the heritage of Master Hawser's melee combat...

He always avoids it with a smile.

Because this set of skills came from a miserable childhood, from the shadows south of the frozen wall, from a madman organization dedicated to pursuing the pinnacle of combat skills...

The Leahala family whose prestige resounds throughout the continent of Usua.

Hawser was the most gifted child among the Frost-friendly.

But it is often this kind of person who is most likely to be targeted.

He was stabbed in the back by his distorted companion, completing the mission and returning to the northern border was his greatest wish in adulthood, until he met Josefini after a certain coma.

Huoser said he would take her out of the cage.

The two didn't make the most important decision to leave until they were adults and had a high status.

Josefini's face was injured while fleeing, leaving a scar on her cheek that would never heal, but Huoser saved her life with a contract with the organization.

In the long time that followed, she settled in the north as a Daolin prayer teacher.

Hawser returns to the Janzeris tribe and takes the Banner's position through strength and charm, but only then does he realize the seriousness of Palotusby's plight.

He needs to take more responsibility...

Josefini was naturally ignored.

Huoser even began to forget her face. Whenever he recalled her, his imagination would be cut off by the mask, and the guilt and regret that a man knew would press down on his heart like a landslide.

Jose Fini chose to leave and came to the unfrozen lake far away from the Red Maple Highlands.

She even re-received the envoys of the Leahala family, used her strength to regain the right to speak, and blocked the promise Huoser made when he fled back then.

"I haven't had it for a long time, and I haven't seen you for a long time."

Huoser said with a little regret.

Josefini took the empty bowl, smiled and replied, "The temperature hasn't come up yet, and the beans are just starting to soften, you won't miss it."

She took off the mask because it would stress Hawser.

But Huoser didn't tell him that what really made him feel ashamed was Josefini's kindness that always considered others.

He took the refilled soft and rotten thick porridge, and then asked, "Did the group of people on the south side of the high wall make any moves?"

"No one has entered the high wall for the time being. I took over the investigation work and drove people away."

Josefini said it lightly, but her strength is actually stronger than many ancient war banners. The healing technique is not just a certain talent she was born with, and the training she has received is not to use it to saving lives.

Both of them have had very rich life experiences, and their awe of life is far beyond ordinary people.

Huoser had seen traces of the Leahala family's work in the news of the scouts, but he didn't understand that if the organization wanted to operate in the northern border, there was no need to use this method, which seemed... meaningless.

"They just lost two weapons, which are not too expensive, but there is no way to explain them."

Josefini explained to Haucer. "I originally wanted to check it out along the way, but I didn't expect to find a very interesting coincidence. The two weapons fell into the hands of that young man and were used by two of his followers."

"Tsk tsk tsk, I'm going to be annoyed to death by him."

Huoser ate thick porridge, and his breath was particularly heavy when he sighed. "Why does he have to meddle in everything?"

Josefini picked up the cup, the light grass tea in it was still some distance away from her lips, but she didn't continue to raise the cup, but smiled and observed Huosser's expression, counting silently in her heart, and sure enough after a few turning points...

Huoser took the initiative to speak and said:
"Even if Ken dies in the hands of Frengundo, it is more meaningful than being killed by the organization. What kind of thing, tell me, I will go get it back, and you will give it to the dog leg of the Leahala family , let them roll out of Palotusbi with their bones..."

"Hahaha."

Josefini smiled wildly, like a girl after the warm sun in early winter.

Although she spoke fluent Uma language and inspirational praises, she had a standard Southern Xinjiang appearance. She slowed down for a long time, until Huosser realized that his euphemism had been seen through by him.

Josefini explained: "Ken's people are very interesting, I think they are more suitable for holding than feeding dogs."

She didn't say anything about the fact that she had been "visiting".

She hugged her knees and began to ask Hawser: "I have been in Red Maple Heights for a long time, can you tell me why you value Ken Bouvier so much?"

Hawser's answers are always perfunctory.

If he didn't mean what he said, Josefini wouldn't answer and just stared at him silently, just like he did many years ago.

Huoser had seen big winds and waves, but he couldn't face his guilt for many years. It didn't take long for him to be stared at, making him uncomfortable. He shook his head and sighed, but he was unwilling to answer.

"When was the last time you saw the Frost Lord?" Josefini asked.

Huoser's hand holding the clay bowl trembled slightly.

What Josefini waited for was a long silence, different from before, something heavier, and she asked again: "If Frengundo invaded Santon Kaya and killed Ken, would you try to To stop him?"

Huoser stared at the porridge in the pot for a long time, then shook his head.

"will not."

he replied.

(End of this chapter)