Othua's War Banner

Chapter 584: 0578: War Jing

"The battle flag is back!"

Snow raised the weapon in his hand, his neck was red and blood-stained, his eyes were wide open, and his voice was very hoarse.

At the moment of hearing these words, more than a thousand people shouted like waves at the same time, and it was continuous and agitated, as if their suppressed souls were released.

Amidst the ear-piercing cheers, Snow looked at the back of the wolf riding on him—Meng let out a breath slowly, let go of his shoulders, and looked up at the sky. Knife.

But it's different from every battle in the past...

What is standing here now is a ferocious beast that has completely let go of its responsibilities, broken its shackles, and allowed its anger to spread all over its body. Its whole body exudes dangerous sharpness, and every wound is a sharp claw...

It took only a moment for Snow to recognize him.

This is the real Mon.

The youngest Heila, the most aggressive lone wolf hunter.

He turned into a black lightning, rushed into the battlefield with a shattered fog and shadow, and crossed the shattered ice wall, while the team behind him also joined the battlefield in a mighty manner.

When Snow and Bartley followed him across the ice wall, they suddenly noticed a pinch of tiny ice foam sticking to themselves.

It seems to be some kind of special mark, which is obviously a means left by the battle banner, but at this time it is not clear what its function is.

The war banner is back, and the momentum is like a broken bamboo, and the deterrence brought by the Heili cavalry and the giant beast is fading.

Nansen stared at the figure that appeared not far away.

The latter strode forward with a battle ax in hand, and the city-state coalition army rushed up one after another, and was blasted away by the ruthless ice magic.

[Morning and Twilight] Come out of Alcott's cold fire, it fits perfectly with ice magic, a legendary weapon that has been successfully enchanted, coupled with a monster transformed from a wolf spirit...

A group of light cavalry approached Ken.

The leading spearman appeared, the pier was crooked, the die was spitting, and the rider was holding a steel gun that exuded a cold light, and poked it with the sound of breaking wind and crackling thunder magic...

Ken swung his ax and chopped off the lance, and Thunder scattered across the icy surface.

The ice waterfall rises from the ground, transforming into a magnificent shield wall breaking through the ground along the line he slashed, knocking down the remaining soldiers approaching.

Slashing again and again, one after another ice magic creations stood up.

The magic legion of Heili cavalry moved forward from the rear, and the air was burning with monstrous flames, and the black and red power symbolizing destruction rushed towards him like a curtain covering the sky and the sun.

Ken twitched the morning and evening, smashing the ice shield in front of him.

The flying ballast rose into the sky, suspended in front of him like a silver mottled ribbon.

He stretched out his palms forward, and with the blessing of ice magic, the icy balls above his head began to shine, and then swept across the battlefield like a meteor, and plunged into the black curtain-like fire.

The explosion continued.

The blue airflow whizzed and made the sound of inward swirling wind, like wild beasts roaring and roaring when they were fighting together, and the fire dragon condensed by the magic legion began to recede like this, condensing into pieces of dark rocks and falling down.

Nansen's expression became completely stiff. "It's our turn to fight monsters..."

Ken Bouvier just got stronger.

Nansen guessed that he should have snatched something from the dragon's corpse.

He was about to mobilize more firepower to encircle Ken, when he suddenly noticed something, turned to look at the edge of the battlefield, and suddenly saw a group of reinforcements approaching from the horizon.

"Are you a mercenary? It's okay, let you experience the imperial cavalry."

The team of people crossed the scorched black land and the guarded transport troops in the distance, and it charged straight towards the position of the Heili cavalry like a steel sword drawn from its scabbard.

And at the forefront of this army, there is a black shadow.

Fei Wolf King swept over like a surging storm of beast spirits, and all the mounts of the city-state coalition trembled under its threat.

The soldiers of Thornton Kaya Wolf Rider felt the reins tighten.

Under the call of the king, the Feiwolves under their crotches surged with fighting spirit, their low barking roars were full of anger, every inch of their muscles was full of strength, their hair was shiny and smooth and fluttering in the wind, their condition had never been better!
The riders also showed their weapons and roared happily.

Their repressed emotions were released, and wave after wave rushed into the formation of the city-state coalition army, cutting down the soldiers wearing horned helmets, avenging the dead brothers and feet of the tribe.

Nansen shrank the Heili cavalry.

He used the city-state coalition army as a bait, and let the mercenary team and Thornton Kaya fight together, trying to use the faces of the people from southern Xinjiang to confuse the situation.

But the expected scene did not happen.

The southern border mercenaries and the warriors of Santon Kaya seemed to recognize each other instinctively.

They even broke out tacit cooperation in a very short period of time, overturning some difficult heavy armor soldiers to the ground.

"why!?"

Nansen couldn't believe it. Battle formation identification is a profound and complicated knowledge, which is why he always kept the Heili cavalry by his side and didn't let it out casually to cooperate with the city-state coalition forces.

After careful observation, he discovered the clue:
The ice foam attached to Ken's soldiers can identify each other, and mercenaries are a kind of team that is very adaptable to chaotic environments. Because of the bounty entrustment, they often have to contact other strange legions, even during some long journeys Changed partners several times.

Those who have been able to go from the Red Maple Heights to the present are basically the elites of various guilds. It is not difficult for these ruthless characters to support an obedient and immature army.

The elites of the mercenary guild were excited and nervous.

The parchment journal they carry with them will read:

On a certain day in a certain year, we followed Mr. Keen and fought against the most prestigious legion of the Pistonk Empire in the wilderness of Palotusbi, and we did not lose the wind!

How many years can it blow?
Nansen gritted his teeth, the spirit horse neighed, and the surrounding riders showed their standard steel swords and prepared to fight.

whoosh-

Suddenly an arrow passed by his palm, if the retraction speed was a little slower, it would be pierced by steel.

Nansen looked for the target in the crowd with a stern expression.

They saw each other.

Kuima discarded the Nanjiang Iron Bow he had seized, showing a contemptuous and provocative smile, just like when they first met and passed each other in the Red Maple Heights.

Nansen gritted his teeth: "Dare to come at me, very good, this time you just save your life..."

The flames of the Heili cavalry exploded.

There is a soul awakening in the magic. At this moment, five hundred riders and summoners are facing the direction where the coalition forces are attacking.

They swung their weapons and made a shocking trampling sound in the red torrent...

Nansen's steel sword also hit the spear with a "clang".

Quema snapped the weapon in two, stooped and grazed the opponent's armor, drawing a long, narrow line of sparks before they parted and collided again.

far away.

Ken gripped the tomahawk.

There was already a vacuum around him, and no one dared to approach this warring rashly.

He raised his head and looked at the four steeple-like horns.

[Hostile: Abyss Dragon's Breath Beast]

(End of this chapter)