Othua's War Banner

Chapter 559 0407: Closed

"Then you also know who the enemy I am facing..."

Ken's eyes grew deeper. "Hugh Locke Flamel."

The animal pupils of the high-level werewolf twitched, shrinking and stretching, as if surprised that the other party remembered his complicated family name after only hearing it once.

But this is not difficult for Ken.

He put another heavy, mottled and bigger ice sculpture on the ground, the blood inside was very dirty, and it was a gift he was going to bring to the orc blacksmith [Alcott].

Holding the Frost Spirit's blood, the high-ranking werewolf bent his legs so that the ice cube would rest firmly on his lap.

His behavior is actually a disguised expression of respect and admiration to Ken.

The werewolf's head dropped, and strength rushed into his strong body again.

It stared at the weapon next to it, and said softly, "Do you want us to join the battle? Facing Frengundur and his elite Iron Rider Law Enforcement Officer."

"Yes." Ken said immediately.

The high-ranking werewolf fell silent.

But the flame in its eyes did not go out.

Flamel didn't think about how to decline or escape in the quiet air. On the contrary, he even flashed a little decisiveness, just like it led the people to the top of Monixue Peak.

Although it's not clear what's going on in the mysterious corner of Palotusby...

But the current living environment of the high-level werewolves is worrying, and the blood of the frost spirit is very important to them.

[Flamel] is willing to exchange his life for the blood of Frost Spirit, and Ken gave it something, then Flamel is willing to sacrifice his life for Ken.

It seemed to have made up its mind and was about to speak when it heard a soft laugh.

The young man in front of him continued: "But I won't ask you to do this."

"Mr. Ken," the high-ranking werewolf begged. "I have not shied away from my promise, and I will not ignore your generosity. Our people will be willing..."

"no need."

Ken shook his head, interrupting its explanation.

His voice was calm and well proportioned, but it was more powerful than the storm surrounding the city. "Although the challenges I face...are related to the life and death of my entire tribe, I feel that your situation is not much better than mine."

The high-ranking werewolf tightened his claws, and his tense muscles were revealing his inner emotions.

"You did a great job."

Ken said. "I saw the shining qualities of the high-level werewolves, and I was also shocked by your unity and integrity. I hope that I can share these noble things, which makes me feel empowered."

[Flamel] It's hard to say.

It was ashamed that it could not give back to Ken.

Ken sighed, and hinted to Kuema in the distance to bring people back. Before leaving, he looked at the high-ranking werewolf again: "I walked from Santon Kaya to La Boao, and you are better than most of the people I have seen. Humans have a greater sense of honor."

"Ken Bouvier."

He introduced himself formally, in recognition of it, and reached out into a fist, touching Flamel's armor. "If I survive, I shall await your visit in Thornton Kaya."

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

[Reputation increase, war lock, prestige increase is invalid. 】

……

Ken rode Fei Wolf King into the periphery of [Labao].

The huge ice sculpture was on the saddle of the Parmelo boar.

The team did not choose to enter the center of the city, but sent someone to send a message to the stationed team, preparing to leave for Alcott's workshop. There was a spacious place outside for the troops to station.

Ken can see the prosperity of this city from the traces that have been eroded by the years and wind.

The Wolf King Fei was tall and mighty. After the battle between the clans, his stature and strength continued to expand. He could be compared with the Parmenro wild boar, and he was even more symmetrical and shocking.

Unknowingly, only Lorgar followed nearby.

Ken asked him in a chatty tone, "What are you thinking?"

"War...boss."

Lorgar almost blurted out.

Ken asked his cronies not to call himself by his identity outside.

Lorgar was always cautious, and rarely lost his mind to this level.

He wrapped the winter horse's rein around his wrist half a turn, and replied with a serious face: "I'm learning from your decision, thinking carefully about the deep meaning behind everything."

Boom, boom boom boom.

Quema rode to the front on his wolf to scout the way, leaving room for them to talk.

"Come on, let's talk." Ken's tone was hard to distinguish between joy and sadness. "I wonder what you can learn from that."

Lorgar's expression became more serious. "Although I don't know what happened above, the materials you gave are very precious. Judging from the disappointed expression of the werewolf, perhaps you have already got all the resources in your hands."

Ken remained silent, looking forward with calm eyes.

The [Title Mission] hanging on Lorgar's body has never had a clue, and he always misses the opportunity to become stronger, looking a little depressed.

Ken wanted to find some clues to the problem through this chat.

"I'm very sorry, boss, that might have offended me."

"You know I don't care about this kind of thing." Ken replied very simply.

Lorgar seemed relieved, and continued to immerse himself in his deduction, saying: "The high-ranking werewolf tried his best to snatch it, although you got it by accident, but if you don't give it, maybe there will be Fierce battle."

He raised his head, his eyes wandering, as if analyzing the consequences of his choice.

"But if we give it away easily, we will be coveted. Excessive kindness is added to a weak friendship, and there is no way to calculate their actions."

Lorgar's eyes fell on Zhan Jing, and he looked at Ken with awe.

"Use the right benefits to avoid potential enemies and develop them into our future aid."

What he said was very reasonable. Even if he called [Collins] who had a clear mind, he might not be able to refute his point of view.

But Lorgar was also confused, and it was something he had never learned from Zhan Jing. Taking this opportunity, he dared to ask the man riding on the back of the giant wolf next to him.

"Why can you control people's hearts every time? Every decision is clear and natural, and you do it so skillfully..."

Luo Jia is also an extremely thoughtful guy, but compared with the state of Zhan Jing, he seems so childish and despicable.

"call--"

After listening to him, Ken let out the breath that was stuck in his chest.

Fei Wolf King took a step forward, then stopped until the group was far away, making sure that no one could hear his words.

He turned to stare at one of his most trusted subordinates, with surprise and sudden surprise in his eyes: "Lorgar, I finally understand your question, no, no, no, I'm not talking about high-ranking werewolves, but about your business."

Luo Jia felt that Zhan Jing's gaze was firmly locked on him, his shoulders became very heavy, and even his breathing was adjusted subconsciously.

"The secret to being convincing is not to try to play people."

There was no reproach in Ken's tone, but meaningful advice. "It's a gift to see the thoughts behind those emotions, but you can't turn that talent into a tool or a weapon."

Lorgar looked into Zhan Jing's eyes.

so long...

He regards Ken as the most awe-inspiring king, and he will repeatedly interpret and learn every word of Zhanjing, and he has never slowed down to follow.

"Maybe you still can't understand, maybe you're also impatient, because the brothers and sisters of the tribe are getting stronger and stronger."

Ken easily sees through Lorgar's long-simmering affair.

But he didn't comfort, criticize, or encourage, but said naturally: "Actually, your growth rate is beyond imagination."

"You don't have to take care of my thoughts, the gap between me and Lowndes is obvious to all."

"Are you referring to the mount, the equipment, the strength of the body, or the thinking of fighting? God, Lorgar, how can I tell you to understand..."

Ken sighed regretfully.

After a moment of silence, he said solemnly: "You have more rare talents than these, but your thinking is a bit extreme, and you haven't found a chance to reconcile with yourself like Meng did."

Lorgar wanted to say something more, but suddenly heard Zhan Jing say.

"Do you believe me?"

"I'm terrified, boss." Lorgar closed his eyes and patted the hilt of his sword lightly. "Even if you order me to die, I will never turn back."

Ken was condescending, breaking his tense shoulders.

Then he said: "I have a hunch your talent will save Thornton Kaya."

Ken bent down and slowly pulled out Lorgar's long sword. The sound of the sharp blade rubbing against the scabbard was very clear, and then he placed the dangerous weapon by Lorgar's neck.

Lorgar was indeed as he said, there was no trace of panic or fear in his eyes.

Ken straightened his arms and looked serious: "For you, trust is a rule that can be slaughtered. I also believe in you, but my trust is to let you hold the weapon and then give up the rear without any worries."

The sharp blade hummed lightly in the air, and the high-quality Noren raw steel was matched with good craftsmanship.

When Lorgar regained his composure, the dagger had returned to his hand, and Zhan Jing had already followed the troops away by himself.

Ken didn't look back, nor did he take any precautions.

……

"Oh son of a bitch, I haven't seen this thing in ages."

Alcott held the huge crystal and couldn't put it down.

There are a lot of impurities inside, and the color of the condensed blood varies, indicating that the purity is also uneven.

But the blacksmith was very happy.

The blood of this frost spirit is the best forging material.

Ken said he could get purer blood, but Alcott wasn't interested.

The orc's thick arms were propped on the height of the ice-covered hearth, and he bent down to stare at the cold fire that was burning inside.

He said: "Extreme things do not mean the best. Although pure Frost Spirit blood is rare, it is not a completely extinct material in Labao."

Alcott's upper body was naked, and the terrible burns were slightly hideous in the light of the cold fire.

He was afraid that Ken would misunderstand him and thought he was making excuses for being lazy, so he explained to Ken:
"The extremely pure Frost Spirit's blood is too powerful. If it is mixed into weapons, it will change a lot of things. Either it will directly fry the furnace, or the resulting weapons will be as brittle as thin ice. Very few equipment can adapt to it."

Alcott laughed again after speaking.

"What's your axe called? Twilight, oh, it's from the forging valley, I met Marungu when I was young, and he wasn't a furnace master back then, but he couldn't wield such a weapon in his life, So I'm curious who the craftsman behind it is."

"Arthur, a very young craftsman." Ken replied.

Alcott did not speak, but raised his eyes and nodded to indicate that he would remember the name.

He turned to stare at the cold fire in the hearth again, and said: "It comes from the Dewar tribe, born from the embers of the ancient furnace, that kind of thing is the extreme blood of the frost spirit, understand..."

Ken seemed to understand, but he still asked, "Understand what?"

Alcott's eyes finally showed emotion:

"I don't know how many adventurers have visited Labao over the years. There are always people who think that their weapons can hold the frost spirit's blood, feel that the blood mixed with impurities is not good enough, and blindly believe in their own luck and strength."

"Ha, well, I didn't expect you to play charades, too."

Although Ken didn't get along with Alcott for a long time, he also sat down on his black stone bench.

The orc blacksmith still frowned.

He saw the same thing in the young man as he did in the Warlord.

unwilling to give up.

But Ken pursed his lips and spread his hands: "You knew Frengundo earlier than me, so you also know that I have no choice. Since war is inevitable, I will never be caught without a fight."

"It's not a bad thing to be afraid and give up, boy, look up at La Boao."

Alcott walked slowly to the window of the workshop, looking out at the black boulder.

There is no residual warmth of the earth in the cold air, and at the end of the line of sight is always the gloomy sky, with faintly audible thunder.

Two of his animal teeth had been broken for many years.

La Boao's downfall was as old as Alcott's scars.

He turned to stare at Ken: "The weapon I forged for you can limit beast blood, but there is still a big gap overall. The power of that weapon is beyond your imagination, child, don't think you can compete with it. "

"I know, I've seen it chop off a dragon's bone."

Ken's answer made the blacksmith's mood sink into a valley, as if recalling many bad memories.

Alcott returned to the hearth, saw the blood ice sculpture given to him by the young man, and asked, "What happened to that frost spirit? Is it a high-ranking werewolf, or did you end its life?"

Ken leaned back and stared at the blacksmith's figure for a long time.

It wasn't until Alcott turned around that he came back to his senses and said, "I gave it freedom."

The blacksmith turned back again, as if he was concerned about the things in the hearth, but he still spoke vaguely: "Oh, so, has it left here? It's good..."

Ken finally understood where the sense of disobedience was.

He looked at Alcott's figure leaning against the hearth, as if he had seen Frost Spirit climbing to the top of the snow peak repeatedly.

Ken sighed deeply.

He understands.

Alcott understood, too.

Ken was able to free [Frost Spirit], but he couldn't free Alcott.

The orc, like his scars all over his body, has been polished by the years, but has been sealed in the past forever.

(End of this chapter)