Othua's War Banner

Chapter 529: 0526

"Thank you for coming to see me off. I'm leaving. I've arrived at the corner of Jianyin Bingwan and headed towards the Poluo River."

Mesut and Siti grew up together.

She was supposed to become a priest in the tribe, or the most experienced honorary leader, but no one thought that Sidi would die on the battlefield of Red Maple Heights like this.

The flowers were put away, and the relics were put into the box of the double-track carriage.

This thing is not even a tomb of clothes, the dead are stored in the hearts of everyone.

Mesut straddled the saddle of the Sabertail cat, rose on the ground, gradually taller than the people around him, then wrapped the scarf around his cheeks, and finally put on the helmet of the Mountain Tribe.

Ken had plans of his own, but still wanted to do something for the Mountain Tribe. "The members of the Beishan Alliance have basically quit. If you want to pull up a new force, I will do my best."

"Ah, that's great..."

Only the eyes of Mesut are exposed to the air.

Her expression was fuzzy, and she seemed to be smiling in relief, and then became relieved.

Mesut said: "Thank you, Mr. Ken, I don't care about that kind of thing at all now. If you don't want to occupy the contacts left by City because of your feelings, it is completely unnecessary."

It was not at all clear to Ken now whether Mesut had blamed himself for City's death.

Because she once said:
City's biggest problem is learning from Ken's way of doing things, getting carried away, raising responsibilities and expectations, and then putting the pressure on her shoulders.

Mesut's attitude towards her was neither warm nor entirely indifferent.

Ken knew that the Shanwen Tribe was going to embark on the mountain road back home, which would shuttle among the rugged and winding snow peaks. People called the Poluo River the birthplace of the Wind Bearers.

She suggested that it would be safer for City to leave with her party, and it would be enough for her to make some arrangements herself.

Mesut was silent for a long time, and then shook his head to express his refusal: "Thank you again, Mr. Ken, you and I are actually very aware that it is not the way..."

She saluted very politely. "I'm tired, I can't keep up with your direction."

This is a respect for the identity of the battle banner, and it is also a respect for Ken Bouvier.

Mesut tugged at the reins.

She walked up the gap between the camps along the muddy slope, without turning around, she relaxed like a guard captain who had been in the army for many years, more like an ordinary mountain dweller who was about to return to his homeland.

……

Ken and Selina didn't stay much longer.

Countless ferocious beasts parked outside the camp of the tribal alliance, and a powerful army ready to go, made the people in southern Xinjiang very nervous.

Ken was not in a hurry to return, but wandered around the camp at random. Many people avoided her, but it could be seen that many tribes were unwilling to participate in the war.

She overheard gossip in the bazaar by chance.

The disintegration of the Beishan Alliance was not as complete as imagined. The space where small tribes huddled together for warmth was targeted by tribal leaders who wanted to take the military initiative.

Ken went upstream amidst the crowd of strange eyes and evasive people.

For her...

The Beishan Alliance is not a container for filth, or a tool for war gathering, it is a symbol, something that is unwilling to be touched.

The garrison in units of [-], the army divides into districts and builds camps, and travels for more than ten miles.

The former members of the Beishan Alliance gathered at the entrance of the wrecked village. The air was filled with the smell of beast dung and rusted iron. Serious and strong tribal soldiers almost blocked the entire street.

Fierce quarrels, mixed with hisses and collisions, can be seen everywhere.

Ken was not affected at all, and the onlookers would automatically shut their mouths and make way for her.

"I really want to know, what exactly are you going to do?"

Ken's voice was not high, and he didn't say anything to anyone. He just walked forward, squinted his eyes, and looked away from the crowd, trying to find something in the center of the vortex.

The number of war banners gathered around is huge, from the depths of the northern border to the bottom of the high wall, the number exceeds the size of the Beishan Alliance.

"Ken... Zhan Jing, you probably shouldn't be here."

Finally someone got up the courage to speak, but Ken ignored her, and she didn't dare to open her mouth a second time.

"The orc tribe has declared war on you, did you know that?"

Someone in the crowd took the initiative to speak.

This time, the audience focused their attention on Ken's face, but no one saw the change in her mood.

Ken walked to the center of the team, but he didn't expect that the people who appeared in front of him would be this group of people.

She saw Hume, Wusenbu, Tomio, and even Irona, who had just become a battle banner—she didn't even have time to customize the corresponding costumes, so she could only use paint to draw similar totems on her face.

Ken looked around for an explanation.

Wusenbu held down Hume who was about to speak. In fact, this was an opportunity for everyone to speak again after City's death.

Her voice was actually very sincere and sad. "Ken, you're finally willing to talk to us."

Ken looked at Wusenbu with an incomprehensible regret. "I used to respect you."

"Me too, child, you will never hear similar words in my tribe." Usenbu's answer was still sincere. "Even until now, I believe in you, you will be the hero to stop this war!"

"There is no living hero in Palotus, Uxenbu, and I will not be the kind of person you expect."

"But you can, and get away with it!"

Wusenbu stared, with a tendency to rush forward and fight.

The audience pursed their mouths, there were a few battle flags very close, and they were even ready to go up to dissuade them at any time.

Everyone knew that the young man had a disdain for authority.

She dared to declare war and kill people at the Zhanjing rally, and she did it twice. Although Gema's lackey adjutant saved his life, Ken's cold and decisive way of doing what he said still made Zhanjing very afraid.

Ken stared at Wusenbu, wanting an explanation.

Tomio finally couldn't bear to see his once close friends become like this, so he took the initiative to persuade him, and said: "A powerful tribe will be less affected by the war, we are different, we are like snow worms after a tornado passes through, I simply cannot afford that price!"

Hume also took the initiative to stand up and said: "We have to stick together, Ken, just like Sidi did, tied together firmly."

He is a reckless man of the Ice Ring Tribe, and he never imagined that he would say such impassioned words.

The several battle flags that Thornton Kaya formed an alliance with have all become silent at this time amidst the vicissitudes of life and death.

In fact, everyone understands...

The grief and stress Ken endured was unimaginable.

Sidi Ethani is dead, no one will come to call the weak again, and Ken, who was originally given high hopes, wants to abandon the Beishan Alliance, and even blindly declare war.

"I said, quit the alliance, or we will meet on the battlefield."

Ken looked around and said a cold word.

Tomio and Hume closed their eyes at the same time.

Wu Senbu seemed to be calmer, the irritable old man is a well-informed man in the wilderness, shook his head, sighed and said: "I need you to give me a reason, child."

"A reason?"

Ken's black coat looked extra heavy.

When he turned around, many battle banners that were approaching subconsciously retreated.

Ken didn't ridicule or show contempt, but looked at the banners that had been hung and hadn't been blown by the cold wind, and said: "I noticed that there are more battle banners here today than the original Beishan Alliance. Many people , I never took the Beishan Alliance seriously."

His sight is more just than any judgment, and the truth he speaks is deeper than a sword.

"Sitty did a great thing, and then the traitor Gema pushed it to the top of the wave, and now you are flocking here... In my opinion, it is more embarrassing than the wild dogs who are swayed by corruption..."

Ken's words caused an uproar.

"What did you say..."

"Damn, arrogant thing."

"Southern Border..."

Ken would turn to stare at the speaker whenever he heard a voice, and the words would be swallowed in his throat.

Although the number of war banners gathered is huge, they are all small and medium-sized tribes, far from the level of ancient or divine enlightenment.

Ken sneered:

"Who can explain to me the meaning of that flag? Hehe, you can't do it...you are just evaders between cowardice and bravery. Even if you hug each other and become warm, sooner or later you will fight for firewood betrayed each other.”

There were plenty of whisperers in the audience, but few who dared to speak up.

Ken really dared to kill people in the street. Even Frengundo's declaration of war was as calm as water. Who could scare him at this juncture?

He turned to face his former companions.

Hume and Tomio felt very uncomfortable, but Wusenbu seemed to have figured out something.

Ken was not dazed by hatred, on the contrary, he was more sober than any old friend present.

He said: "Sitty brought us together by certain common values, and now, that is gone, and you want to replace it with warnings of danger, confusion about war, restructuring Beishan Alliance? It's just an insult."

Ken's pupils gradually turned into wolf pupils.

Dangerous frost flowers emanated from under his feet, bypassing Tomio and the others, forcing the crowded crowd back:

"You want to continue gathering to form the Nanshan Alliance or something... I don't care, but don't touch it, or the bounty hunter and my sword will start thinking about the heads around your necks."

Ken's threats fell to the ground, and no one dared to say anything.

This is the hinterland of the tribal coalition forces, and the scouts and sentries of Frengundur and Huoser are still wandering outside...

The frightened battle banners all felt their cheeks burning, and the sound came out from nowhere, as if it injected a kind of inexplicable courage and self-confidence into people.

"Frongundor has declared war on you, and you will die."

The speaker raised his cane and poked the scrap iron on the ground, and the onlookers seemed to agree with his words.

Ken could feel the intertwined gazes in the air, like morning dew mixed with sand, and the sticky taste was more annoying than net hooks.

"Are you looking forward to it? You idiot."

Ken's arrogance is completely different from how his old friends remembered him.

Both Hume and Tomio felt very strange, but Wusenbu hadn't said a word since just now. He even hinted with his eyes that his son named Pentu should withdraw, so he didn't need to waste his words.

Ken walked straight up to the speaker.

He flicked the air at will, freezing the two guys who were about to step forward into ice sculptures, which would not endanger their lives, but was enough to disperse more ants.

Ken came up to the man and said:

"You don't realize that what stands before you is an alternative to war."

He leaned over.

The coercion of the wolf even made the opponent's soul start to shake.

"If I become a corpse under the sword of Frengandor, no commercial vehicles from the southern border will appear at your tribe's station, and your fields and pastures will become scorched ruins. All those who can hold weapons The children have to draw their swords against the people of southern Xinjiang."

Ken's words were heard by others.

Once again, his thoughts were verified. This group of people are cowards, and fear and confusion are raging around.

Sighing, he patted the speaker's face and said, "Pray for me, idiot."

Ken raised his arm and easily broke the mast and plinth. Before the heavy wood collapsed, he reached out to catch the fluttering flag, holding the pattern of the North Mountain Alliance in his hand.

Exactly the same way a rally is handled...

He threw the thing into the brazier.

On the surface alone, he seems to be humiliating the former alliance, but Usenbu understands that he is going further than everyone thinks.

In Palotusbi, which is shrouded in the atmosphere of war, everything will quickly become a thing of the past. Hume and Tomio seem a little depressed after being reprimanded by Ken, but Wusenbu is no longer irritable and restless.

Pangtu knew his father very well, so he took the initiative to ask.

Wu Senbu folded his arms and frowned. At this time, Frengunduo's declaration of war had been widely spread outside, so people who wanted to reunite with the help of the Beishan Alliance appeared again, and even other similar groups appeared.

Hume and the others watched the jumping clowns making noise, and suddenly realized that they had been embarrassed in the same way just now.

Mesut sees through this kind of thing and has already left with Sitty's remnants. That is the person who is truly enlightened and sees the status quo clearly.

Wu Senbu said: "Ken is right. Instead of being busy with anxiety and worry, it is better to prepare supplies and wait for the battle between Frengundo and Ken to come to an end..."

Hume scratched his head, and seemed to be spared again.

Wusenbu sighed and scolded him for his stupidity, and said directly: "We have no choice at all. Can you resist the orc army?"

Everyone shut their mouths.

Wu Senbu continued: "But if Ken can bear the pressure, in fact, he doesn't need to win. As long as he can survive this declaration of war with Thornton Kaya, he can truly convince the public. To be able to choose!"

Tomio also instantly understood the situation.

His back felt cold, and the cold touch spread all over his body.

"My God, this is not a declaration of war, it's the election of a new king..."

(End of this chapter)