Othua's War Banner

Bituro hesitated to speak, and shrugged his shoulders. Perhaps such a conversation would never happen again before the battle banner returned.

Arthur, with his thick arms stretched out, looked out from the heavy door. There were several riders in the same attire waiting in the distance, who seemed to be the confidantes Bitullo had cultivated during his travels in the south.

He sighed and said, "Perhaps you should also have a right-hand man."

Meng shook his head, rearranging his armor, trying to concentrate.

He put down his weapon, propped it up on the table, and stared at the large and small wounds on his palms. He has grown up with more responsibilities in the recent period than the ten years of wandering career before him.
Arthur and he were veterans who had joined Ken from the Dewar tribe.

It is also rare for Meng to express his inner thoughts: "I am not suitable for leading others after all. Bituro has the ambition I desire, but I will never hand over the military power of Santon Kaya to him, and I will not develop myself. confidant."

He turned around with a weary smile.

"I'm not that kind of person. Even if I pretend, I'll only appear hypocritical, so when Zhan Jing returns to Sandun Kaya, I will hand over my rights completely..."

Meng's voice dropped suddenly, and he looked over the blacksmith's shoulder.

The snow lizard's messy footsteps stopped at the outer circle of the building, where there was an area dedicated to supplying Arthur. The strong man on the saddle rummaged through the things in the back, and then strode towards the oak door.

All these movements fell into the ears of Arthur and Meng, and they looked at each other.

Then the fisherman rushed in.

He was wearing a heavy fishing jacket, and the wind on the ice had sunken his eye sockets, and there were water spots on the corners of his beard after melting snow.

Zhan Jing entrusted Bingyan with full authority to manage him.

With the development of Santon Kaya, the ways to obtain food have become more diverse, and people can also get more abundant ingredients in trade, so the presence of fishermen has gradually decreased, and even many new residents have never seen it he……

But this warrior who stubbornly survived in the dungeon of the Dua tribe stayed peacefully in the winter house next to a few ice cones.

Even Heila and the scouts could only get news of his well-being in the sleigh carts full of catches.

The fisherman knew that there was a legendary creature moving under the thick ice, but he still dared to jump into the water time and time again to complete the exploration work told by the battle signal.

The tradition of soul swapping has never been forgotten.

Cesar still favors Thornton Kaya generously.

Treasures from shipwrecks, floating alchemy supplies, and various magic consumables with hidden stories...

Arthur scooped a wooden cup out of leftovers from the water dispenser and handed it to the excited fisherman.

He gulped it down, and was eager to show it off.

Both Arthur and Meng made room to see this extraordinary thing.

As the foul-smelling hides were pulled away, rotting wooden structures were revealed, improvised containers that fishermen had stumbled upon in the dark currents.

"There is nothing around, I feel the familiar warmth, and I reach out to touch it, which is different from the stone rolled up on the bottom of the sea."

The fisherman is describing his experience.

Both Meng and Arthur leaned over to observe the origin of this thing, and then called the animal trainer in the main building over. A well-informed old man can always play a role in identifying objects.

The old man lifted his hood and carefully identified the things against the fire.

Holding the scepter, he used magic to continuously tap it, and studied in the disintegrating starlight without saying a word until the sunset.

Meng went out to deal with the military's chores, and even went around the school grounds. When he came back, the old configuration was still in the room. At least it shows that the things fished out of Conghai are worth paying attention to.

When the animal trainer put it down, the beautiful edges and corners reflected a magnificent halo.

"Do you still remember the story I told you? About the long history of Palotus, the giant tree that once supported the spring in the world of ice and snow..."

Beast Tamer still did not disappoint everyone.

He was able to find the truth in the clues.

Legend has it that the giant beast that gave birth to the original beast spirit of the wasteland tomb was usually made into a coffin by the old gods, and its whereabouts are currently unknown, while the other part is now lying on the border of Palotusby.

The frame of the permafrost wall was made by the dwarves with the other torso of the giant tree.

"I once heard a rumor from a martyr who climbed the peak, about an ore found in the belly of a sea beast. It was twisted and turned and enshrined under the statue of a lost temple."

According to the wise men:

It is a treasure raised by a giant tree, like a fungus growing on a rotten wood, and it is a companion of a legendary thing.

Arthur frowned and pondered for a long time, and finally said its name: "Nida's sediment?"

"Oh, what a surprise, there are young people who can call this name."

The beast trainer looked at the craftsman with surprise and appreciation.

Arthur had studied in the underground palace of the Permafrost Falls for a long time. Before the vanished dynasty, Nida's sediment was the forging material that the dwarves scrambled for.

Although the current number of transfers is not large, but in the dwarf period...

As a race that cut and processed giant trees by themselves, they had many opportunities to come into contact with it, so they also left corresponding records.

"It has another name, because of this strange color and the unique magic hidden in it, Nida's sediment is also called red stone."

As Arthur spoke, he pushed the treasure brought back by the fishermen into the furnace.

The flame fed by Thornton Kaya began to lick it, and the strange light on it seemed to shine even brighter. The ore showed no sign of being processed, even if more than a dozen auxiliary medicines were poured into the jurisdiction...

It was still bright red, and even began to absorb the background of the hearth.

"Our flame is really too fragile."

Arthur's tone was a little regretful, but he didn't feel distressed. After all, he knew more than one rare mineral deposit from the dwarven library, and he even kept in mind the method of dealing with it.

As the hammer of the spirit craftsman was picked up by him, the pliers brought out the "red stone", repeatedly exerting pressure in two completely different forces.

The flames absorbed by the red stone turned into internal power, coordinating with the blacksmith's movements, began to destroy the taboo of the stone, and then the precious ore changed its shape under his forging.

Arthur's eyes were particularly focused, and everyone watching remained sunken.

As the hammer finally fell, the red stone kept trembling in the magic circle, breaking out cracks visible to the naked eye.

Arthur threw it back into the flames.

The redstone didn't absorb the hearth's essence anymore. On the contrary, the essence hidden in it began to be guided by the flame, gradually separated from the original body, and became a material that could be melted into the utensils.

"I really want to know if this thing is worth as much as I thought."

The fisherman put his two arms in front of his chest, and asked questions with a vague understanding.

"Of course it is!"

Arthur didn't feel tired after forging at all. He was refreshed and said with satisfaction: "Even the dwarves' underground palace may not be able to produce such lost materials."

Nida's sediment has not circulated on the mainland for many years.

There are even ancient workshops asserting that with the collapse of the giant tree, the red stone has completely disappeared from the mainland, and it is impossible to grow again, so the only stock left in the world continues to appreciate in value.

"If I go back to the Dewar tribe and say that I have forged redstone, I'm afraid even Mr. Marungu will talk to me about the details."

Arthur said beamingly.

The artisan's world is pure and focused.

Arthur smacked and smiled, and said, "It's such an exaggeration of luck that you can touch such a treasure in the sea."

The fisherman narrowed his eyes.

He pursed his lips and scanned the people in the room, and the long silence caught everyone's attention.

The fisherman finally took off his heavy felt hat: "None of you were willing to listen to me just now. I caught such a handy thing in that dark water, and then I climbed up and went down to see... ..."

Both Arthur and Meng couldn't help but look back.

Surrounded by his eyes, the fisherman paused for a while and said, "The bottom of the sea is far away from me, and there are countless huge things in the middle, but I swear, this gem didn't float from far away, but it's right under my feet." , on that hard-to-reach ground..."

Meng, Arthur, and the beast trainer all felt the chill running down their backs.

Lost redstone deposits, legendary forging materials, things that the world scrambles for...

There is actually a vein discovered?

Knowing that Thornton Kaya is creating a legend, and sitting on such a hot potato, it is unknown what kind of jealousy and challenges he will encounter.

The orc army of Frengundor is ready to go in the Red Maple Heights, and the war against the southern kingdoms is imminent. Redstone will allow more ancient tribes to join the crusade against Santon Kaya!
maybe worse...

The kingdom will also be dispatched, the news spreads faster, and the danger is close at hand.

Arthur had some doubts about the authenticity of the matter.

But the forging process just now is exactly the same as the details recorded in the dwarf materials, only the legendary red stone can appear just now.

The ore brought back by the fishermen is not bad.

But if what he says is true, there are higher quality materials beneath the ice.

As a craftsman, Arthur's desire for it is no less than that of a dragon coveting a golden mountain.

The beast tamers began to associate various ancient histories.

Those forgotten clues, and the ambiguous chapters of the old oracle.

In an instant...

As if everything was inspired.

……

Ken's army set out on the mountain road, and the magnificent scenery of the Jianyan Ice Bay became the backdrop.

The baggage of the Sacrificial Clan slowed down the progress of the entire army, but many people joined and shared the labor along the way.

They are tribes who went south from the Red Maple Highlands. After obtaining Ken's consent, they are willing to travel together, and at the same time spend time observing this legendary young man who dared to offend the Battle Signal Gathering.

Ken did think about what McGonagall said.

He may not be able to understand the sense of honor of nobles, and the terrible loneliness of leaving home, but no matter what, the war is cruel, and returning to Norinxiong at this time is a rather stupid decision.

Ken began to use his reputation among the mercenaries...

All the trade unions that hung their badges at the Ambera Ice Harbor wanted to sell his face at this time, and the crisis deliberately created by Flengundo made Ken's name completely popular among the faces of Southern Xinjiang.

Ken wasn't so naive as to rely on mercenaries to help him defeat Frengundal.

He was looking for the disappeared Selina, trying to use his contacts to contact the eyeliner left behind by the revealer.

That's right.

Even with death threats hanging overhead.

Ken will still think about the safety of his friends, and he will really feel relieved only when he entrusts Mag to Selina.

As the snow field became wider and wider, the team was frequently attacked by wild beasts.

The tide of undead disrupted the balance of the hunting season in Jianyin Ice Bay. There were many precious species worth collecting, but the materials left by the Yanquan tribe and the animal clan were too rich, so that the team could not spare manpower.

Ken decided to find a place to empty his baggage before leaving the Great Plains.

On the second night when he first had the idea, he saw campfires on the horizon, a caravan of great size.

[The mountain roads in the wilderness are always wonderful, and you know very well in your heart that not all reunions after a long separation are chance encounters. 】

Ken rode to the front of the team on the huge Fay Wolf King.

The mercenaries put away their weapons and respectfully stepped out of the way, exposing the people standing in front of them.

She is a maid with a darker complexion. The profession of [Waiter] is very rare in the Usua continent, just like the [Servant of the Mist] that Selena placed in a different space.

The moment the black-skinned maid saw Ken, she showed nervousness and fear.

She has an unimaginable status in the black market and has witnessed the birth of countless heroes. Even so, it is hard to imagine that Ken can transform into this appearance in the past few short months.

Ken left the wolfback, and was escorted by the mercenary's eyes to her side.

The oppressive feeling emanating from the pitch-black armor made her back tense.

"Let's go."

Ken said.

The black-skinned maid didn't speak, and followed naturally, maintaining enough etiquette, she couldn't look at Ken with offensive eyes like she did when she was in the Dua tribe.

She couldn't even turn her head around.

The mercenary team was ready, luxuriously equipped and well-disciplined, and there was a strong wild boar heavy cavalry who was two heads taller.

She witnessed with her own eyes in the dungeon how the giant was released by Ken and brought under her command. A clumsy, slow-moving prisoner was trained into a fearsome and powerful warrior!

"Are you going in?"

Ken's voice interrupted the black-skinned maid's reverie.

She shook her head, stood beside the gilded luxury carriage, and lifted the wind curtain respectfully.

Ken stepped on the wood-scented footstool and stepped into the carriage he had seen in front of Marengu's workshop. The interior was more spacious than expected, but compared with Selina's configuration, it was still a little tasteless.

[Character: Stephen Kelly]

[Race: Bloodborn]

[Identity: Black Market Leader]

Thin face, elegant and delicate outfits, and a silver bottle placed next to his nose to sniff gently.

Stephen tilted his head back contentedly, and welcomed the guests with his habitual humility: "What an honor to see the legendary brave man again, Mr. Ken."