Othua's War Banner

Chapter 551 0399: Tinder

After unloading the army, the army has indeed become much lighter.

Ken had almost forgotten how terrible the wind was in Palotusby.

The mercenaries huddled into long dragons in the raging storm, trekking hard, wearing coats to keep out the cold and hunting, the mounts were repeatedly wiped with anti-cold potions, and the beasts in the team that were afraid of the cold were all protected.

Ken didn't stop at Sharp Ice Bay, nor did he go south, but crossed along its edge with Red Maple Heights.

After bypassing the woods, they felt the power of Palotusbi. The vicinity of [Moni Snow Peak] is a forbidden area abandoned by life, and the magnificent tundra cannot be removed for half a month.

Ken stepped into the knee-deep snow and knew all the hot stuff had been sucked away.

The snow covered the footprints, but through the gray horizon, one could still find an indistinct ancient road, and one could find more signs of living creatures passing by along it.

The corner of Jianyin Ice Bay was originally a not-so-barren land, where orcs multiplied, fought and fought, and was surrounded by giant beasts and tribes.

It has produced many proud warriors, but it has never had any hope of rising. The reason is very simple. Violence has squeezed the living space for wisdom, and it is difficult to establish a belief system among a group of bloodthirsty lunatics.

After the extinction of the old gods, the orcs and other races have been benefited.

The most primitive enlightenment of the tribe began to be born. With the exchange and multiplication that lasted for a hundred years, the small ethnic branches began to show different situations. The blood of the long-haired tribe and the mountain people merged with each other, and they were the first to become active in people's sights.

Flengundo is the oldest kind.

They have the strongest physique and strength, and countless legends have been born in the long-term struggle with each other, but the internal competition is endless after all.

Frengundo first set his sights beyond the snowfield and began to plan for that fertile land.

"When he was very young, he became a leader among his companions, but at that time, the orcs did not have the concept of war banners."

Collins was wrapped in a thick blanket, panting for frost, and began to tell Quema and Ken about the origin of Flengundo, and the snowstorm began to make people sleepy after the extreme cold.

His steed had fallen half a day earlier, and all his equipment and supplies had been moved to the saddle of a yak.

Moni Snow Peak is the highest quiet peak around, because it is said that standing on its top, you can hear the conversation of the gods, and the raging storm of Palotusbi will curse at the bottom of your feet.

But this kind of place lived the powerful enemies of the orcs, the same bloodthirsty and brutal snow monsters, and crystal angels with wings.

The battle banners of countless tribes once attacked the habitat of the orcs. In addition to seizing it, they also wanted to explore the mysteries of the top of the snow peak. Adventurers outside the high wall came in an endless stream, and they died near the mountainside without accident.

No one knows when Frengundo was chosen by the old gods.

It was the first to learn to meditate among its fellow orcs, but those who challenged thought it had become dull, but the natural enemy of the orcs fell in shocking fights.

With sheer force, Flengundo reached heights unattainable by his predecessors.

"The adventurers around began to shrink back, and the humans in the tribe were quite afraid. Frengundo raised his head and looked at the highest snow peak, and then it began to climb in the eyes of everyone..."

The orcs picked up countless snow monster corpses under the snow peak.

It is said that the onlookers had been relying on the corpses thrown by Frengundo to satisfy their hunger during the half-month onlookers. The blood soaked the cliff, and the crystal angels uttered angry long cries around the climber.

"It was scarred, but it didn't become weak, but turned into fear itself."

When Frengundo stepped on the top of the snow peak, the ground fire gushed out, steaming all the snow into mist.

It feels the anger of Palotusbi, the fate of the orcs flowing in the blood, the stones falling from the sky can destroy the huts built, and the never-before-seen bricks and tiles come with an avalanche...

The whole of Palotusbi witnessed the feats of mortals challenging the Holy Land.

No one knows what Frengundo saw at the top, who fought the legendary orc for several days in the end, and what secrets are hidden in the quiet peak that cannot be disturbed by the new wind...

"He brought back the tinder."

Collins listened to a story told by a martyr in Chai Pendale's tomb.

The other party was a character of the same period as Frengundo, and his life was dying, so there was no reason to lie.

It has been half a month since Frengundo came down from the top. He brought wisdom, cultural traditions to the orc tribe, and established a brave and fearless army.

"Orcs know how to think, forging, trading, building, farming..."

More and more compatriots awakened one after another, and then the development of the entire race advanced by leaps and bounds. However, with the growth of wisdom, the rising orcs also began to have internal differences.

Flen Gunduo's prestige is undoubtedly the highest, but he is already another person who walked down from Xuefeng.

He turned into a tyrannical king, massacred all opponents with lightning, turned respect into awe, and then flattened all the rising tribes around Monixue Peak, reused mixed-blood warriors, and expanded the number of his own race...

"The battle banner meeting was held, Frengundo officially created a tribe formed by orcs, and then declared war on the Red Maple Highland!"

Collins' words echoed in the wind.

After Frengundo took wisdom from the top of Moni, the violent wind in this land never stopped, and all the heat that symbolized life was completely sucked away.

He led the orc army to conquer the Red Maple Heights, and then there was a long struggle with Huoser.

……

"We should be here."

Collins wasn't too sure.

Ken has a rough overview of Palotus in his mind, and every time new information appears, including murals, sheepskin scrolls, rough maps, etc., the picture in his mind becomes clearer.

In the midst of the storm, the silhouette of Moni Snow Peak appeared, and in the shadows a city made of black stones appeared.

Ken called out the notes, confirmed that his position coincided with Stephen's information, and then signaled the skilled team to rest on the spot in the howling cold wind.

【You and your army stand on the edge of the crack in the earth, looking at the scorched stone in the distance. 】

I am afraid that only adventurers who pursue the mystery will know the original name of this place. At this time, except for the stubborn stranded people and some hermits with strange identities, no one else has lived there for a long time.

The cracks in the earth became wilder and wilder, as soon as one walked into its range, the thunder began to become clear, and the snowflakes stopped falling.

【City: Labao】

[Prosperity: -]

[Description: The white canopy is a harbinger of fertility, and this cursed city cannot enjoy the blessings of the old gods, and can only survive in disasters and various indescribable weird atmospheres. 】

Black boulders criss-cross each other, each of which can block several tents.

Ken asked Collins to find a place to camp. The open space next to the stone would be a good shelter from the wind. The army of thousands of people would gather a little closer and save precious firewood.

[Labao] There is no life at all, not even a trace of bugs.

It's hard to imagine how the residents living here will fill their bellies.

Ken began to walk along the cracked ground, released the scouts in the team, and launched a gray vision to search.
There were two groups of adventurers at the gate of the city, about forty people in size, very vigilant, and seemed unwilling to be disturbed.

Through the rough streets, you can see different stages of orc culture, from the remains of simple huts to a series of excessive buildings in large areas of exquisite houses.

Sure enough, there were orcs living here, wearing invisible armor, tall and with dangerous eyes.

Ken took Quema and Collins for a walk around the city until the bonfire was fully lit and saw no one who could talk normally, so he returned to the bonfire to keep warm.

While taking out the food prepared by the blood descendant from the package, he was planning how to find the target.

The scouts sensed a hostile hostility in this strange land, from the natives, from the travelers, and from others hiding in the cities.

Most of those who stayed in [Labao] were farmers, old soldiers, and a few artisans who had lost their dreams.

Ken could smell the wet stench on the wind.

【Temporary Mission: Wolf Covenant】

【Progress: 1H】

[Description: The bonfire heralds warmth and satiety, and can attract special wanderers. Now you can move a suitable place in the bonfire to give to strange guests. 】

"Something is approaching us."

Ken said with certainty, so Lorgar, together with other soldiers, began to be wary that after all, in such a strange orc city, they might be attacked if they were not careful.

A moment later, accompanied by panting and the smell of blood, the stranger alerted the peripheral sentinels.

The special beast atmosphere became more intense, and a dozen werewolves wearing iron armor appeared in sight, and the mercenaries set up shields to act as a temporary line of defense on the battlefield.

Ken could sense that the other party's leader was looking for him.

The wolf spirit effect of the wasteland mound can actually attract this special group of creatures?

These guys are like ghosts jumping out of the darkness, staggering, heavily wounded, and their slightly curved upper limbs are strong and terrifying, like humans, they can stand and run with only two feet.

[Character: Strange high-level werewolf]

[Attitude: curious, vigilant]

The leader of the opposing party peered into the crowd with his eyes wide open.

He did feel the power of the wolf spirit, and he seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw in his weakness.

No one knows who attacked them, or what dangerous things they did themselves, but the pack of werewolves near the camp would all die if they waited for another firewood.

Collins was ordered, and did not obstruct much.

The moment the werewolf leader caught a glimpse of Ken, he flew out like a sharp arrow, and the steel armor drew white marks on the surface of the black stone.

Kuima and Langz wanted to stop them, but the opponent's speed was too fast for people to react in time. Then he barked his teeth and let out a roar, propping himself up on the ground in a culling posture, his skin twitched, and his eyes were full of murderous intent...

Ken sat there calmly.

He is different from other beast spirit holders. He has sorted out the power of the wasteland mound. As long as he is not willing to leak it, he will not be perceived by other creatures.

"You are also a wolf, a very dangerous wolf." The other party said.

After the leader verified his identity, he also slowly lost his offensive posture, and blood dripped unscrupulously from the corners of the armor.

Ken felt a little strange.

He had never seen someone who had hair on his entire head but could speak Uma, and besides, he didn't have a good impression of [Werewolf].

Smoke puppet werewolf, blood maple werewolf...

Ken had been attacked by various low-level werewolves.

He had heard that the werewolf he had warned was a very different creature, and couldn't help but look at it for a moment longer.

The temperature of the bonfire continued to rise, and the leader couldn't hold it anymore, and the werewolf behind him also passed out. He spoke again, and saliva splashed out along the thinner part of his lips.

"I believe in beast spirits, strange wolves, if you go..."

The leader didn't finish his sentence, and another severe pain hit him. He couldn't support himself and knelt down on one knee, wearing rough clothes with difficulty. "Bring our corpses to the depths of the northern border, there will be a very generous reward..."

The werewolf's body was visibly frozen to the naked eye, the blood was no longer flowing, and the temperature was rapidly passing away from this body.

[Status: Ice Burial 77%]

Ken put his hand on the shoulder of the werewolf leader, and with the infusion of life essence, those frosty white colors gradually faded, and then the werewolf leader wailed in pain, and unexpectedly regained consciousness again.

His yellow pupils were full of horror, looking at his sharp claws, a little at a loss.

Just now when the werewolf leader wanted to talk about some end-of-life commissions, a new [task] even appeared in front of Ken. Now he can no longer run around at will, and every step must be within the control range.

"I can help you and your men, but you need to provide the clues I want to know, and other prices you think are equivalent."

Ken expressed his thoughts very frankly. According to his estimation, if he did not intervene, the remaining few werewolves who were seriously injured would not have much chance of surviving.

The leader solemnly agreed to his request, kept kneeling on one knee, and took off half of his armor.

[Equipment: Scar of the Witch Ritual]

[Quality: Legend]

[Description: Pain and scars, there is always one that lasts longer. 】

Ken didn't refuse or accept, but clarified the details according to Stephen's description: "We are looking for an orc. His craftsmanship should be very good, and he can handle the crystal angel's spiritual core."

"Alcott."

The werewolf leader announced his name very simply. "There are no other top craftsmen around. He lives at the bottom of Moni Snow Peak, not far from here."

After the other party finished speaking, he got up and prepared to lead the way.

Ken did not show eagerness, but kept his promise to rescue the other werewolves first.

He didn't treat the werewolf thoroughly. In an unfamiliar environment, vigilance is very important.

[You have gained the respect of a high-ranking werewolf. 】

(End of this chapter)