Othua's War Banner

Chapter 552 0400: Survivor

Ken got the information he wanted, and didn't seek more from the werewolf leader.

He didn't even accept the [Legendary] quality weapon that the other party was willing to offer. First of all, this piece of equipment was only suitable for the special body type of werewolves. Secondly, the two sides didn't understand it. If it is not necessary, there is no harm in keeping a moderate distance.

High-ranking werewolves still live in Palotusby, to this day.

Shadow Hunter, Iron Armored Moon Guard, Beast Face Apostle.

The overall number of high-level werewolves is not many, but many special occupations have been born, with their own code of conduct. No one knows where they will develop secretly after being suppressed in their living space.

Ken didn't ask what the leader would do with a group of elite soldiers in [Labao].

The coordinates of the Lost Land are not a secret in Palotusbi. Even though Frengundo has led most of the orcs to the Red Maple Heights to multiply, there are still some people living here stubbornly, and they continue to attract new people... …

The streets and alleys are deserted and messy, and the sun will never shine on the earth.

The messy and thick black boulder became the main body, like a shrimp walking in a piece of coral, and the outer circle of protection is a dark cloud and a storm visible to the naked eye.

The mercenary army did not break in wantonly, but guarded around the camp in a very orderly manner.

Ken brought a few followers, and the werewolf leader had two lieutenants, all powerful warriors with scars and neat armor.

A group of people walked through the streets and walked towards [Moni Snow Peak] along the deserted road.

Going deep into this city that has been robbed of the temperature of the earth, I found that the number of residents inside is more than expected, and the food and supplies flowing outside are very rare, obviously treasures collected in the storm.

Traders wrap themselves in thick felt, and adventurers from Palotusby and the southern kingdoms gather here.

All kinds of goods were randomly placed on the ground, while the holders of the things sat and lay quietly beside them, no one took the initiative to say hello, everyone took what they needed, and negotiated a deal...

Most people will only see this once-in-a-lifetime commodity buying and selling in the void.

Ken discovered that in the city of [Labo], purebred humans are a minority, and the characters hidden under the hoods, and the guys talking in low voices in the dark all have unique appearances.

Ken stopped on the street and looked back when he was about to turn around.

The civilization developed by the orcs is actually somewhat similar to that of Thornton Kaya. The city of [Labao] is rough and huge, and sporadic fires light up the silent black stone and spread to the distance.

Ken and the others set off from the camp and passed through the city along the side of the main road, and they were already approaching the bottom of the snow peak.

Both Lorgar and Kuima were worried to varying degrees. After all, the army was too far away from here. If the werewolf leader had a conspiracy, then this desolate and ghostly place would be an excellent place to do it.

Lowndes walked at the back, and the battle banner was on foot, so he didn't ride a wild boar.

Ken has received the respect of the [high-level werewolf], and he is not too worried that the other party will suddenly attack

He looked up again at the towering snow-capped peaks.

Its bottom position still has enough slopes, and it is a very majestic continuous mountain range, but the main peak is exceptionally prominent, and there is almost no normal path to the top.

Moni Snow Peak is the main peak, and the legendary battle of Flengundor also started from the sole of its feet.

Ken saw traces comparable to avalanches and earthquakes at the foot of the mountain. Although it had been concealed by time, he could still feel the great feats created when the orc battle banner became a legend.

Strange black plants grow in the outermost circle, also tall and strong, like a forest surrounding the bottom of the peaks.

Residential areas are built from the outskirts of the forest.

Ken smelled a strong smell of molten iron, and white smoke began to appear in the air. It could be seen that there was a fairly large-scale blacksmith workshop inside.

He began to look forward to some special person he had never met.

Alcott.

Ken felt the temperature change around him. Two rows of hearths had been chiseled into the mountain, and there were many bare-chested, muscular orcs tending to things that needed to be forged.

"Excuse me, is the stove master here?" the werewolf leader asked.

"Hui Luo Flamel!"

A middle-of-the-road shout stunned the few people outside the door.

The werewolf leader raised his head and stretched out his armor to block the iron objects flying in the air.

The sound of metal clashing was very short, but it was enough to make Lorgar's ears ring. His strength was a bit behind, and the guys Zhan Jing came into contact with were becoming more and more dangerous.

Kuima thoughtfully handed over a ball of hare fleece, which was originally used as a fire starter material, but now it can also be used to protect ears.

The leader of the werewolf was a little out of breath, and he had not recovered from his serious injuries, and the person who attacked mercilessly was the furnace owner, who had already walked out of the spacious and tall workshop.

[Character: Alcott]

[Identity: Blacksmith]

【Attitude: Vigilance】

[Description: The survivor of the catastrophe, the top craftsman left in Laboao. 】

Appearing in front of everyone was an orc taller than Langz, with a dark complexion and a hideous appearance. He was wearing simple-style leg armor, and his naked muscles were covered with scars.

Collins was a little taken aback.

Huge burns extended from his head to half of his chest, as if he could see how he had fallen heavily into the hot magma, and the cheekbones characteristic of an orc were somewhat unnatural, and his right eye was also blind.

Rumor has it that the top-notch blacksmith has such a "wild" appearance?

Alcott's voice was like thunder, completely ignoring the small human next to him, staring at the leader of the werewolf and roaring: "I have already said that your set of claws can't kill the Frost Spirit at all, it is a legendary creature!"

"Your advice is sound, but I need its blood."

"I don't even need to ask you the result, you damn fool, it's hell that you come back alive!" Alcott would wave his arms when he spoke, and the thick calluses could be vaguely seen.

"I know, hey, I know..."

The werewolf leader's momentum faltered. "We lost a lot of people."

Alcott was furious that he had ignored the advice, but the "served it" remained silent.

He knew that high-ranking werewolves had a hard time, especially in the past few years, the situation in Palotusbi was turbulent, and there were not a few guys like Flamel who were eager to change the predicament.

After Alcott tilted his anger, he suddenly realized that there was a group of people beside him.

His voice echoed in the towering plants in front of the workshop. His accent was a bit strange. It was different from the common Uma language on the mainland. It was mixed with the taste of the deep north, a bit close to the Rockfist tribe.

"What are you doing, little one?"

Alcott turned around and asked the other party why he came, and the two steel leggings made a sound like rolling stones.

The leader of the werewolves introduced: "We met in front of Raboao's gate, and the frost spirit almost ate us. It was this mercenary leader who helped, and he cast magical magic to save me, Bigger, and others. "

He stretched out his hairy paws, wanting to introduce, but suddenly realized that he didn't know.

Flamel was a little embarrassed.

Alcott put his hands on his chest and saw the sharp-eyed young man walk out of the line.

He smiled at the werewolf and took the initiative to introduce: "Ken Bouvier, I came down from Red Maple Heights."

The sound of falling metal pierced through the air, and the orcs forging in front of the furnace stopped their work one after another.

The werewolf Flamel and the blacksmith Alcott were all frozen in place at this moment.

Intensive eyes fell on Ken, followed by sizing up and talking in a low voice.

Alcott touched his head with a thick palm, and stepped back half a step with his brows furrowed, uttering obscene words, while observing the young man in front of him repeatedly.

"What a fucking thing, are you the Ken that was rumored outside? The kid who was declared war by that bastard Frengundo."

"Well...it should be."

Ken pouted.

He didn't deliberately understand the rumors, and he didn't know how he was portrayed in those news.

Ken was actually a little surprised. After all, the Bloodborn was in charge of the black market news, and the information in his hands was accurate and timely. It was not surprising that the Warringers had just returned from Red Maple Heights to various places in Palotusby.

But La Boao is located in a remote place, surrounded by a snowstorm, and even knows his own name.

Alcott began to pay attention to the young man in front of him, and said, "What do you want from me?"

"I want anything that increases the odds," Ken replied.

Alcott's contorted cheeks began to twitch, and he struggled to make any expression other than anger. "Hahaha, do you want my craftsmanship to accompany your funeral? It's really interesting."

He pointed to Ken's back: "Show me this axe."

Alcott's hatred for Frengundor is obvious, and when the orc tribe declared war on Kenn, he did not resist at all, which shows that his relationship with Red Maple Heights is not good.

Ken took off [Dawn and Twilight] and handed it to the other party.

Alcott held a [Legendary]-level battle ax in one hand, as if he was playing with a toy that didn't fit his hand.

He glanced at the lines and styles of [Dawn and Twilight] first, so he was sure that the forger was related to the dwarves, and judging from the quality of the furnace and the forging process, the flame specifications used were not low.

"The Dua tribe, I haven't visited it for a long time, but the things they make are getting better and better."

Alcott brought [Dawn and Twilight] to his eyes, and felt resistance and incoordination during the short swing, so his eyes became focused and sharp, and he looked at it in silence for a long time.

Ken understood what was special about his weapon. "Both spiritsmiths and blacksmiths have skills."

Alcott let out an "oh", he understood the mystery, so he had a better impression of this weapon.

The giant Langz carried the peeled antlers and put the things on the open space in front of the blacksmith shop. A few attendants rushed over from the workshop to check the color and quality of the things with enchanted knives.

"You come with me, other people can play casually, don't touch things that you are not sure about, and you have to be responsible if you touch them."

Alcott carried the antlers and greeted Ken back to his workshop.

The thing laid on the ground is not sand, but finely crushed ore, which can be slowly crushed when walking on it with combat boots. When I walked to the workshop, I saw several different kinds of raw ore.

Alcott gives people the feeling of a very traditional orc, not as gloomy as Frengundor.

He suddenly stopped and said to Ken with squinted eyes: "My scars are left by him. Before he became the battle banner, I don't know how many orc habitats were slaughtered."

Ken had heard Collins tell it on the way here. "I thought Frengundal had brought the fire."

"Probably." Alcott stared at his palm. "No one knows how he did it, but from the day he came down from the summit, we suddenly figured out a lot of things."

He clenches his fingers into a fist, making a grinding and bone-cracking sound. "But he also brought destruction."

When Flengundor achieved internal unity, he used very violent means, and countless people were displaced. Many branches were unwilling to succumb to his despotic power, and chose a way out other than Red Maple Heights.

The antlers are placed on tops of rocks that are cracked and have mottled patterns.

Ken could hear the other party's hatred, so he asked, "Will you help me?"

Alcott said: "Hehe, like I said, you have no chance of winning. You'd better roll as far as possible while you can still breathe."

He didn't wait for an answer for a long time, turned around, and found that the young man was staring at him without changing his face - amber eyes, with a kind of unimaginable determination.

"There are more and more people who are not afraid of death."

Alcott muttered, but he had already started working.

Dawn and Dusk were placed on another forging platform, and two flames were guided from the furnace to the surface of the weapon, followed by tentative knocking.

The space inside the blacksmith workshop is huge, and this independent operation room is only used by Alcott. The weapons hanging on the walls are of very high quality, and most of them are not suitable for humans.

After a brief inspection, he asserted: "Your weapon has great potential, but unfortunately, it can't withstand the slashing of beast blood."

The [Beast Blood] Alcott mentioned was the saber in Frengundo's hand.

The craftsman-level artifact comes from the [Ancient Furnace] of the Dewar tribe. Every ten years, the most skilled blacksmiths in Palotusbi will be gathered to forge equipment for the most prestigious war banner.

Frengundo already owns several pieces, and his position in the northern border has been unshakable in the past few decades.

"Since you are determined to die, I will help you reforge this battle axe. This will make it more resistant to beast blood, at the cost of shortening the lifespan of the weapon."

Alcott's advice is crystal clear.

Ken walked to the front of the stage and picked up his weapon. Looking at the edge of the blade, he seemed to be able to feel its determination.

"I will not compromise. If this battle is my funeral, then I will not expect the next sunrise."

He put the Twilight back on and ran his hand over the leather handle.

There is no room for chance in war.

Ken wasn't naive enough to think he'd be able to ride out the storm without paying anything.

(End of this chapter)