Othua's War Banner

Chapter 531 0528: Enemy Road Narrow

Collins stared blankly at him for a long time, chuckled twice, shrugged his shoulders, his expression disappeared, and he no longer wanted to speak.

Ken didn't mean to force it.

He knows that many people now think of him as a lunatic, but it doesn't matter, he never needs to be surrounded by hypocrisy, but he is willing to give those who actively believe in him a little chance.

Ken drank two glasses of wine and asked for a room that could be sheltered from the wind to rest.

The surrounding area of ​​the hillside was occupied by mercenaries. After a whole day of fermenting and waiting, hundreds of people chose to leave one after another. Everyone thought that Ken would die at the hands of Frengundo.

As for the remaining soldiers, they didn't actually plan to die, but they had no other place to go.

More people will disappear before Ken arrives at Thornton Kaya. As for how many people will be able to accompany him on the battlefield of life and death in the end...

neither knows.

Ken didn't stay in the tavern for long.

The allied forces led by Flengundor made great strides, which made the troops of the southern border countries uneasy. The supplies were robbed, and the mighty chariots and horses began to set foot on the main road going south one after another.

At the same time as the news of the declaration of war spread to everyone's ears, there was also the constraint of the tribal allies on the bottom line of the war.

Both Hawser and Frengondor's battle banners stated that they would abide by the "Northern Old Testament" and stop all southerners who were judged as friends. As long as they do not hinder the actions of the army, they will not be targeted and massacre.

As for where the scale is, I am afraid that we can only know after the outbreak of the war.

In the past two days, Frengundo sent his own orc law enforcement officer to supervise the loot warehouse, fulfilling his promise at the War Spear Gathering, clearing away all the merits obtained from killing Hunting!
At first, neutral adventurers tried, then mercenaries, and finally nobles and southern border troops.

Palotusbi attaches great importance to belief and sense of ritual.

They are different from the despicable people in southern Xinjiang. No matter how unhappy they are, they will keep the promises made in the ancient ceremony.

Anyway, after the news came out...

Everyone lost trust and dependence on Maharu.

He was sentenced to death by Flengundo.

The nobles of the southern border countries ran away without looking back. After several rounds of retreating and rushing past, he was left behind instead.

The number of mercenaries who fought against the leader of the Ice Lake Hunt with him back then was less than a thousand.

But they exchanged the meritorious service they got on the battlefield of hunting and falling, and thanks to Ken's previous guidance and running-in, the form of team cooperation was inherited, which played a huge role in the subsequent battles.

When the nobles came to their senses and wanted to look back for Maharu...

Ken has led a fully armed army and disappeared on the ancient road going south, turned back to the Fountain of Youth, crossed the vast plain where snowflakes grow, and set foot on the land of [Jianyu Ice Bay].

The famous giant beast gathering place made everyone who had just arrived smell an indescribable foul smell.

"Damn it, I thought it wouldn't stink if it was cold enough, it smells worse than your boots after walking through a swamp."

Collins joked with some of his acquaintances.

"Hahahaha," Quema added naturally. "Who says it's enough to be cold enough? Didn't the people who grew up in Palotusbi lose their sense of smell since they were young?"

The dull-headed Langz followed suit, his voice was loud, and the snow was half-covered on his visor. "I've seen people whose noses froze!"

Valéry stroked the stag's neck without raising his head and said, "It's absolutely nonsense, wouldn't you die if your nose freezes..."

"Really, have you seen the Macias? A group of mountain people who never leave the depths of the northern border. They heard that they have long noses, but they are still keen to fight. Many people have a crutch in front of their mouths. Abducted strips of meat."

Collins' description is serious, at least it shows that he wandered in the north for a long time and traveled extensively.

Ken kept quiet throughout the trip.

His mind was running fast, all thinking about what else he could do to increase his chances of winning, and then he glanced at the flood note out of the corner of his eye.

[Mission: Yo Woo (activated)]

Ken unfolded the map of the northern border that he had drawn in his mind, and found that his position was already very close to the estimated deer herd, but he hadn't seen any traces that should have been there until now.

He even began to suspect that Judit had been misled by rumors: the herd hadn't gone south at all.

Until they crossed the hill in front of them, they actually set foot on the land of Jianyan Ice Bay, and looked down from the height of the Mast Mountain Range.

On the wind-eroded land where countless giant beasts roam, you can see everywhere...

It is blood red.

The ancient mountain roads that were covered with snowfields like veins were now covered with the corpses of deer and other beasts, and the blood-stained ground was comparable to the tide of undead sweeping past.

He saw countless wagons running among the piled corpses, full of bones and furs, and the stench in the air became real.

The trading positions next to each other are growing wildly on the ground like moldy fungus, the sound of fierce bargaining, and the smell of barbecue mixed with the sound of steel knocking...

Ken's team moved forward on the slightly congested main road.

Some porters who were in a hurry to sell goods would yell at them from a long distance, only to find out that it was the army from southern Xinjiang when they got closer, so they all became silent and full of hostility again.

In the end, the largest administrator in the nearby trading camp sent someone to drive Ken away.

Kuima, Valery and the others were all waiting calmly. There was an inconspicuous warhorse sandwiched between Feilang and Julu, and the mercenaries who were chattering behind all became vigilant at this moment.

[Hostile: Thugs in the trade bazaar]

【Quantity: 459】

Collins could hear at least [-] or more rhythms in his ears, which showed that the team on the opposite side was pieced together, and the matching of mounts was comparable to that of the battle-tested looters, and the plundering and distribution of resources depended on the mood.

"It's quite like that, but it's a pity that it's a show." Collins's contempt was not concealed.

Lorgar pressed forward with one hand on the neck of the war horse, only watched for a few breaths, and said with certainty:
"It's Ganton of Withered Grassland, a small family business that specializes in furs and beast supplies. There must be someone behind him to support him. Otherwise, the nearby black market will eat it, and it is impossible to occupy such a large business."

Managers did not directly dispatch.

The thugs came rushing forward crying and howling, completely oblivious to the difference in the number of people, blocked the mountain road in the blink of an eye, and began to double-team along the two sides, only to realize that the number was far from enough...

Madness turned into caution, and the sound of the ending horn came to mind.

Ken's army stood motionless, the thugs feeling like they were facing cold steel.

The people in the market seem to have gotten used to it. In the few days since the establishment of this place, the number of people who came to challenge and try to share the spoils flowed like a stream, but they could barely get a little bit of business.

A trader named Gandon rode a tall tower, and a dozen porters were in charge of steering.

The stage is really big enough.

He was wrapped in luxurious and bloated fur from head to toe, but he still couldn't conceal his fat body. He held a wooden staff inlaid with high-grade crystals in one hand, and emptied the surrounding saddles, enjoying the absolute beauty of the giant beast. good view.

"Don't be impulsive, sir, the people of southern Xinjiang can act rashly now."

Gan Dun didn't even pay attention to the visitor, and then announced his name behind his back. "If we want to purchase something, we are willing to exchange it with people from southern Xinjiang. Of course, we only accept gold coins or sufficiently rare materials."

He tapped his legs wrapped in the Chinese robe with a shiny wooden stick, and sneered twice:
"Our furs are all high-quality. There are pier sheep and unicorns. The number of mammoths is relatively small. The best quality is deerskin, but the price fluctuates a little..."

Gandon slumped back lazily.

He knows that no one listens to him now, as long as he reports backstage, someone will beg him to repeat the conditions, and that is the moment that makes him most satisfied.

After all, these guys are not the first batch of people from southern Xinjiang who came to Jianyin Bingwan.

Before them, there were several waves of kingdom troops who spent satisfactory wealth in exchange for the defective products that were picked out in the market.

Gandon sat back lazily.

The huge Tarko monster made him unable to see the people below, so he could only let go of his eyes and inspect the team behind him. Those aggressive mercenaries with cold eyes made him very uncomfortable.

If it was Ganton before, he would feel shuddering, but now...

He gritted his teeth and decided to bid farewell to the humiliating and cowardly past, announcing loudly: "In a special period, sir, traders will be suspicious when trading with people from southern Xinjiang, so I'm afraid your purchase price should be a little higher." Oh."

……

"Ah, I've had enough of this fool."

Kuima rolled over the back of the wolf and took out the spear from his back, followed closely by Langz, who was unwilling to be lonely.

The market thug tried to put on a threatening posture with his eyes wide open, but subconsciously tightened his neck when he met the eyes of the hunters.

They saw that the bronze weapon in Kuima's hands was divided into several pieces, and it floated up into the sky exuding a dangerous sense of oppression, and penetrated the bodies of [Frost Bear] and [Wrinkled Sea Buckthorn] in his understated pressure.

The riders fell together amidst screams.

Horrific hurricanes rise out of nowhere, high-speed swirling air waves churning snow and dust around them.

The thugs who fell off the horse wanted to get up, but if their bodies moved a little more, they would be torn apart, and the damaged parts seemed to be cut by sharp knives!

Kuima had no desire to torture the idiot, so he recalled the four spears to his head, stared at the trembling thugs in the front row and said:
"You are homeless looters, right? I remember your smell. Even if you change your armor and wipe off your tattoos, it's still hard to get rid of that greedy and arrogant habit. What's the matter, have you found a good master?"

Cold sweat dripped down the thug's face.

They tugged on the reins, feeling a familiar fear, and flinched involuntarily. "You...you...you are..."

Quema's laugh was terrifying.

He raised his arm high, the magic danced between his knuckles, and then swung it towards the Tarker beast, which was bigger than the building, and a few fragments of the legendary battle spear turned into flashing white lines.

The terrifying speed and powerful power caused the surrounding light to bend slightly, leaving a visual residue of alternating black and white.

Woo-oo-

The giant beast collapsed forward amidst screams, its thick knee armor was directly lifted, and blood gushed out from inside, and more than a dozen porters fled around in panic, protecting their heads to meet the violent impact.

The swaying Ta Ke was about to hit the people in front of the team.

Langz took out his two-handed heavy axe without hesitation, shouted and charged up to swing, the surging animal nature aroused a blush visible to the naked eye, and accompanied by the whistling wind, punched the head of the giant tent-sized beast into a depression enough to hold people .

The shadow of the huge monster passed in front of Ken, Collins and others.

The heavy crashing sound attracted the attention of the entire mountain fair. Some people saw Ganton falling from the saddle like a rolling stone, and his fat body fell into the mud pool with a thud.

A cheerful laugh from someone.

The thugs were all focused on avoiding the collapsing giant beast, and no one went to pick up Ganton. When the minions who realized it were about to help their employer, the strong wind blew the hood of the army leader...

Black hair, calm expression, and amber eyes.

"what!"

The first thug I saw screamed like a girl, her hands and feet were twitching and numb, she even forgot how to use the reins, slapped her mount a few times, and ran away in a twisting manner.

The abnormal behavior attracted the attention of the companions, and more people discovered the appearance of the assailant.

Gan Dun felt that someone was helping him, but that guy suddenly let go, and then stepped on his back!

There are a lot of unclean people in the team of thugs, and only this kind of guy will have a good time in business, and strive for enough benefits for his employer and the people behind him.

But this group of people saw the nightmare they least wanted to mention in their lives.

Giant beasts, city walls, battle axes, mountains of corpses...

All of them came out of the depths of their memory in a panic, the desire to survive was driving this group of people to flee, throwing away their armor and armor, like a villager who had never seen the world accidentally bumped into a corpse monster in the wasteland.

When Gan Dun ate the mud for the second time, he realized that the opponent's background was not simple.

He is an experienced expert, and he has adjusted his mentality and tone in a short period of time. After all, this is not the first time he has met someone who can overwhelm him.

Ken rode forward, looked down the back of his head and said:
"I'm sorry, I didn't see you just now, the distance is too far, do you seem to have something to tell me?"

Gunton tried to pretend to be dizzy, but Lanz picked him up.

"Ah, thank you," he said flatly.

"Dear visitor from the south, coming down from this direction means that you are also a friend of the northern border. Hahahaha, what a misunderstanding. We believe that the controller of the market will be very willing to talk to you."

Gandon cleared his throat. "She is a god-inspired battle banner, and Mr. Frengundo will resist the tide of undead together."

He purposely didn't look up, but he didn't hear the exclamation and whispers he imagined, just a very shallow laughter.

"That's a coincidence, I'm here too."

Gan Dun's expression in the shadows suddenly froze, as if two boxes of iron were crushed on his neck, and he couldn't lift it up. He even slowly turned his gaze to see the followers behind him...

Most of the thugs ran away, and they didn't dare to speak loudly until they went far away.

"He's Maharu!"

(End of this chapter)