Othua's War Banner

Chapter 558 0406: Giving or Wisdom

"Contentment can look a little stupid."

Ken looked at the corpse on the ground, and expressed his opinion in a regretful tone. "But at least I can survive..."

He looked up, and the mountain monsters were all shivering in the pervasive fear, and all the eyes lost the thing called wildness, because the will of the wolf began to pervade and overwhelm everything.

Ken repeated the movement of swinging the steel sword, the heavy good steel was fiddled with easily, and he clenched it again...

Blood lines covered the corpse, and thin red spots made up for the vacancy from the neck to the head of the leader of the mountain monster.

When he raised his head again, all the mountain monsters fled crazily, and jumped into the cloud vortex along the edge of the cliff in a panic, and the thunder began to whip the beast that had lost its backbone.

"It's really embarrassing."

Ken turned around, held the steel sword, and looked at the buildings in the distance.

Those [Crystal Angels] with terrifying faces fell quietly on the ruins of the houses and the remaining pillars of the square. Their quiet appearance was like the rock guards standing on the old castle.

The weird atmosphere began to spread.

The corpses on the ruins were all suspended in the air from the ice.

The cloud vortex that was just stirred by the mountain monster quickly gathered again at this time.

"Everyone who should come has come." Ken said. "To be honest, I really hate that flying thing."

The top of Moni Snow Peak was dead silent among the floating corpses, and the sea of ​​thunderous clouds was rolling. There were similar warnings in Laboao's song and in the scroll given by the blacksmith.

Do not probe to wait and see, let alone guess what is inside.

Crystal Angel could hear her heart.

Ken thought that was bullshit, and if it could hear it, it should have curled up in its den instead of coming out to die.

A monster in the shape of a skeleton flew out of the clouds.

The head is like a sea monster with a thin face, sharp teeth, and sunken eye sockets, which makes people suspect that it is a piece of rotten meat hanging on the surface.

【Enemy: Soul Bell】

【Rank: B】

[Description: Scavenging creatures, in the magical and chaotic Palotusbi, are prone to abnormalities, and things that are out of control will sing in the silent night, calling for wandering souls. 】

A mournful cry escaped from its throat.

The corpse suspended in the air seemed to be inspired, the fragments trembled, and an unknown force was squeezed out of the twisted bones and flesh.

Ken opened his gray vision, and saw the breath of death leaning out from the corpse, all of which got into the monster's eye sockets.

Only a few rustling vibrations were heard, and the huge wings spread out, leaping into the sky.

"It actually has six wings. If it's not ugly, you can consider cultivating them and adding them to the fortifications."

Ken slammed the long-handled steel sword on the ground, resting one hand on the end of the ring handle, and resting the other on his eyes to look out.

The harvest of this trip has far exceeded expectations.

He even wanted to laugh, but due to the eerie scene around him, he didn't grin after all...

Ken didn't pay attention to the sudden appearance of the soul bell at all, and after absorbing the power from the dead soul's corpse, the monster just kept hovering high in the sky and didn't attack for a long time...

"It's smarter than the troll, but it's too greedy."

The soul clock has already noticed something, and it appeared this time to absorb some scattered magic and take away the accumulated soul by the way.

It didn't want to attack.

Can't help it.

For a moment, the silence was broken,

The ice blocks under the snow-covered Xuefeng exploded violently, and countless smoke and dust roared into the square and gathered into a storm.

Frost Spirit shook his head to split the dust, and once again stood firmly on the ground.

The corpses floating in the air seemed to be cursed, and they began to tremble one after another. Two shadows loomed in the dusty sky, and then suddenly spread around the legendary creature.

Under the nourishment of the 【Rock Wheel Disc】, Frost Spirit has regrown its wings!

It is like a knight commander returning from victory, waving its rear wings proudly.

The ruins condensed into parallel ice cones in the cold wind, and the suspended limbs were blown to pieces. The [Crystal Angel] staying on it could no longer maintain its balance, and after breaking up, it screamed and flew to the sky.

The monsters are like frightened bats in the cave, rushing towards the soul clock in a disorderly manner, as if they are defending it to leave.

Facing such provocations...

The proud Frost Spirit injected strength into his regenerated wings.

It held its head high and its limbs bent.

Two wings comparable to canvas were raised above his head, and the corner of the top of the snow peak lost sunlight. Then Frost Spirit twitched violently, and his whole body shot out like a steel spear off the string.

Ken's fingers holding the steel sword were slightly harder.

If the line of sight is far enough to overlook the entire top of the snow peak, you can clearly see a circle of ripples, which are all snow and wreckage on the top.

All things fell into the cloud vortex, but the frost spirit kept rising.

It rushed away from the crystal angel, and the monsters passing by were frozen into ice sculptures, ending their lives...

The heavy ice fell down in a mighty way, a small part smashed and rolled to the outside of the cliff, most of them fell on the original platform of Moni Snow Peak, smashed into pieces...

The huge corpse and Bengfei's tiny skates all brushed past Ken.

These things did not pose any threat to him, but they also gave him an inspiration and awakened certain things.

Ken walked towards the place where Frost Spirit was struggling, not caring about what happened above his head, but only felt that no matter how much [Soul Bell] struggled, he would be crippled by Frost Spirit's attack in an instant.

Before he could reach it, the amount of ice falling around him decreased.

The Frost Spirit actually went back and forth like this, without even a few breaths, and those crystal angel ice sculptures that fell naturally were also blown away by its wings.

"That's neat, I expect you to fight for a while." Ken muttered.

"You climbed more stone steps than the animals I've seen. If it wasn't for my weakness and the fact that I just fought with a group of high-ranking werewolves, I wouldn't have fallen into your trap so easily..."

Frost Spirit's voice was like a bell, echoing in his chest, and seemed to be speaking in Ken's mind.

He smiled and said, "I don't walk up the steps, I was teleported up."

Although the Frost Spirit has extremely high intelligence, compared with legendary creatures and unnatural life, it does not have such a thorough understanding of human humor.

Ken didn't expect the other party to continue, but squatted down, waved his palm, and used the enchanted air wave to lift off the ice cover on the surface.

[Material: Dirty frost spirit blood]

Ken cast ice magic to strengthen the already frozen part, then stretched out his hand to the ground and lifted the entire ice sculpture.

Frost Spirit frowned first, and then sneered: "You sign a contract with me, do you still care about this little thing? Besides, it's all leftovers from my transformation when I recovered from my injury. Only the current state can make those adventurers go crazy..."

It raised its three heads, spread its wings to cover the sun, and its flowing hair gave it a "sacred" feeling.

"Thank you, I'm glad you took the initiative to bring this up."

Ken held the ice pick in his left hand and the steel sword in his right, showing a meaningful smile.

Before Frost Spirit could ask him what that meant, he saw Ken twitch his weapon and scratched its thick muscles.

Then a few severed hairs fell to the ground, some blood overflowed from the skin and flesh, the color was bright, and there was even a very subtle magic breath in the air.

"Ken Bouvier!"

Frost Spirit shook his head, and an angry echo exploded in his spiritual world.

The two sides are bound to the chain of life, and there is no need to care about a few injuries.

It doesn't really mind, it just hates itself as a resource.

Ken patted its wound with a smile, healed it with the remaining source of life, and then said: "I have an idea."

"You want to..."

Frost Spirit seemed a little irritable, before he could speak, he immediately interrupted with narrowed eyes, and closed his eyelids. "Don't say it, I'm not interested in listening, and don't expect me to cooperate."

Ken smiled.

……

Lanz was watching the orcs working in the workshop.

The blacksmith under Alcott is maintaining the armor of its mount. The material is believed to be a special product of La Boao, because when it was first taken out of the iron bucket, there were still oily spots on it, which may be some kind of biological fat.

The surface of the owner's armor of Parmenero was wiped, and he began to prepare for other armors.

Alcott offered to look at his and Quema's weapons as well, but the cautious [Heila] resolutely refused before the battle banner came back.

Lorgar had heard that the leader of the werewolves was of high birth among the race.

They lost a lot on this trip, and even so, they didn't get what they wanted.

The werewolf leader and his accompanying companions stared at their weapons in a daze, depressed, making the atmosphere in a corner very depressing, and the blacksmith Alcott seemed to have a good relationship with him, but he could only fold his arms and shake his head. Talk more.

Suddenly, conversations stopped in several places, and heads were raised in unison.

Kuima reached out and drew out the spear, turned over and rode on her Feilang.

But there was someone who moved faster than him, and a black shadow jumped out ahead of him.

It wasn't until Quema sped up that he realized that it was a high-ranking werewolf.

Just now there was a rapidly approaching force, as if something had fallen from the dome, and among all the people present, only those warriors with extremely keen senses or their own strength could detect it.

Feilang's speed was extremely fast, but he could barely keep up with him.

Just when he felt that he was about to be thrown away, the high-ranking werewolf in front suddenly stopped, and turned around and shouted: "Get down!"

Quema followed her instincts.

That force fell not far away, the explosion was deafening, wood chips and flying black gravel splashed everywhere, billowing thick smoke drowned Kuima and the high-ranking werewolf at the same time.

Quema has excellent dynamic vision and experience handling chaotic situations.

He found that the high-level werewolf did not rush in, but retreated to his side, raised the armor on his arm to block a few sharp stone fragments.

Kuima pretended not to see it, pretended to cough a few times, and looked very embarrassed to conceal his strength.

The high-ranking werewolf didn't urge him either, but waited until the surrounding dust had settled before cautiously walking into the depths of the stone forest with Kuima.

Ken stood on the spot and patted his armor. The steel sword was inserted into the sheath on the back, and his left and right hands were full to hold something. It seemed to be a few pieces of ice with a particularly dark color?
The high-ranking werewolf was a little surprised: "Why did you appear here?"

Ken pouted, impatiently trying to explain. "It's complicated."

Kuima got off the saddle, walked to the huge pit the size of a beast sailboat, and asked suspiciously, "Boss, what happened here?"

Ken thought for a while and said, "I made some attempts..."

Both the high-ranking werewolf and Quema wanted to know the details, but seeing Ken's expression, they wisely gave up.

Rumbling--

Lowndes and Lorgar followed closely behind.

They were shocked when they came in and saw the scale of the pit.

Ken asked Heila to take the body of the mountain monster leader at the bottom of the pit back to the blacksmith shop, intending to give it to [Alcott] as a research material.

When he passed by the frowning werewolf, the other party hesitated to speak, and chose to grit his teeth after preparing his emotions.

Lorgar is a very delicate subordinate.

He could see the concealment of the battle banner, so he gathered all the people who followed him into the pit, deliberately stirring up a topic to discuss the corpse of the leader of the mountain monster.

Ken stopped a few steps behind the high-ranking werewolf, turned around and said, "Frost Spirit will no longer appear in Moni Snow Peak."

These words seemed to break the leader's psychological defense.

Its original fatigue became more obvious, and even the hair outside the skin became dimmed visible to the naked eye.

The high-level werewolf seemed to be laughing at himself: "We have fought so many compatriots to death, and you made up for the last part that was missing."

Ken asked directly, "Do you hate me, do you want revenge? Or I will tell you where the body is, and you can get the materials you want."

"You saved my life and the lives of my compatriots." The high-ranking werewolf's tone was somewhat complicated. "Now...it's too late, the purity of the blood we need must be taken out immediately."

When Ken heard the reason, he smiled knowingly.

He kicked the werewolf's naturally curled legs with his combat boots, and said, "You can smell frost spirit on me, why don't you take a good look at me, not even the things I bring."

The high-ranking werewolf instantly turned his gaze away.

Ken handed over the block that was sealed in solid ice. It was not light, with a thick protective layer on the outside, and a liquid glowing with magic could be vaguely seen inside.

"How do you do this? It's more pure than the ones we bought in Tamuhui!"

"Is this enough for you?"

"I……"

The high-ranking werewolf knew that it contained frost spirit blood.

It took off the arm guards with sharp blades, and took the huge ice cube with its long-haired, slender hands.

It couldn't help breathing quickly, talking to itself that it wanted to stay where it was and guard the ice until its companion brought a special container.

The high-level werewolf suddenly remembered that Ken was still waiting in front of him for a reply.

It said in a sincere tone:
"Thank you for your generosity, it can even be said to be alms. Do you ask for it? I have only heard stories about you outside."

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