Othua's War Banner

The north wind blows through the village, and there is a layer of wavy ripples on the bluestone, like an elf's phantom feather blowing the chill of the earth.

The flames were burning, and the tribe's altar square was crowded with people.

Ken turned around and looked back at the dense crowd—there were strong woodcutters, footers watching from a distance, mercenaries of different heights, women with messy aprons, and eagerly awaiting children...

It wasn't the first time Ken had climbed onto the high platform in front of the altar of Thornton Kaya.

Every time, there will be a lot of unfamiliar faces, and most of them are anxious and pin their hopes on themselves.

With the passage of time, something called responsibility has penetrated into his bone marrow, and he has become more and more proficient in playing the role of Zhan Jing.

The shadow of war hangs over the sky, and only some of these gathered people have seen him.

Sometimes Ken wonders:
Do they trust themselves, or do they trust this identity?Maybe Thornton Kaya needs a battle banner to protect them, not necessarily herself.

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Something flashed through Ken's mind.

The doubts in Ken's heart dissipated in countless gazes and prayers.

Every cultivated land.

"If a war breaks out, can we win? If we lose, will we go wandering again? No matter how difficult it is for us to find another one... No, only this place is called Santon Kaya."

"I want to make the winter house pretty."

"The food is about to mature, are the orcs really coming to attack our tribe? Hey."

The old gods even asked for help from a southerner with a strange soul.

The huge power of faith rushed into his mind, dragged him into the depths of his consciousness, and came to the snow-covered world.

Ken once felt it on the way back to the village, and that time, he found Beddy in the direction of the sound.

The human beings living in this wasteland have unyielding blood flowing in their blood. Although the fear of death exists, people have motivation if their faith is not destroyed.

【Altar LV3】

Ken can listen to prayers and has touched the power of various gods.

The army is solemn and resolute.

The busy porters, businessmen, and adventurers on the mountain road all felt a little warmth and envy.

The belonging of the homeland, the fate of the struggle.

"Alive."

Heila sat on the bluestone bricks and tiles, facing the altar with blue light soaring into the sky.

The doll, who was less than ten summers away, stared at the blue wave with surprised eyes, and was held by the elders with one hand, and she still didn't forget to turn her head to see it drifting into the distance.

It is still faith that supports their progress, but it is no longer illusory totems and rituals, but a more complex emotion.

These hard-working creations and painstaking efforts have condensed into hope, and they are also treasures that they will sacrifice their lives to defend.

In Santon Kaya, everyone respects each other and clings to each other, empathizes with the sufferings of the past, and jointly manages a shelter on the harsh ice and snow land.

His goal has always been firm, and he created the tribe he wanted, and the people living here also found the meaning of life.

"Rindong's leather is the best. Should I make new clothes, or sell it for some rations?"

But in fact, the tribal people are very calm.

This is enough.

The long and quiet winter rhyme sounded, only the people of Santon Kaya could hear it.

Waves quickly passed under the feet of the villagers, the blue tide was surging, and the whispering crowd raised their palms and began to pray, closing their eyes one after another. The soldiers holding their weapons tightly smiled, while Heila and the wolf rider's eyes became more determined.

"I want to have enough food every day."

The crowd looked at him too.

Does Thornton Kaya need herself?
It does not matter.

Voices roared from all directions, and the small whispers melted in the cold wind, and every snowflake contained thoughts.

The tribal people are afraid because of the war, and they are also united because of the war. Even those mercenaries and people from southern Xinjiang who have just joined are affected by this emotion and drive themselves to do something.

The emblem in Ken's hand began to flicker.

……

【Mother Winter grants you authority, the God-inspired battle banner takes charge of the land and the people, and listens to prayers for the old gods. 】

There is no note, no magic is sensed, but something is indeed breaking into his consciousness.

"I want to protect my family."

He raises the flame in his palm.

The imprint left by the old gods on them has only changed a small part of their living habits.

"It's been half a month since the winter house was built, and grandma is still happy. She said that having a safe room to sleep in is more precious than anything else."

"The broth is really fragrant. The spring hunting season is here. Will there be watermelon this year? I exchanged herbs with the vendors in the south. As long as the copper bell rings, my sister and I can eat one."

"Aqiu picked up a dagger, and his father made a leather case for it. I'm so envious."

Qiuming Ancient Road.

Ken stood in the center of the storm.

The mighty power of the blue old gods rippled outwards, while the sounds of intensive prayers were recycled inwards.

"My family said that other people believe in different gods, and you can't talk nonsense when you encounter rules that you don't understand, but I don't think there is any difference."

Every fish caught.

[People picked up their courage again. 】

"Save a house full of animal skins!"

Every felled tree.

Ken could see the shadows of his followers, and above his head were the stars gathered by the people, and he heard every prayer clearly.

The blue waves rippling around the altar, crushing the chill from the north, and the mighty power of the old gods spread along with the ripples...

"My brother didn't come back, I didn't dare to cry, don't die anymore."

The flame took away the last life in the bones, and freed the sleeping people from being disturbed by hunting and falling.

The appearance of Ken Bouvier propped up a special area in Palotusby, where the living conditions were extremely difficult, and created a tribe that was difficult to reproduce.

Ken looked at them, honestly told about the crisis facing the tribe, and led the shaman and other warlocks to sing for the dead.

The pumice stone on the altar spiraled upwards, exuding purple haze neon, and the thick beam of light rushed into the sky, and a clear reminder appeared in front of him.

At this moment, the patrolling sentries and the scouts sent to the mountain road all reined in, and everyone related to Santon Kaya stopped and looked back in the direction of the tribe.

……

There are many types of beliefs in Santon Kaya. The people of the old gods have abandoned their prejudices, and even the mercenaries of the southern border countries and the northern natives can live in peace.

He looked at the dark crowd.

The North has been in chaos for too long.

Consciousness rises, the square is full of smiling villagers, and the tide covers every inch of land and every living person.

They were surprised by the voice in their hearts, and gradually, they relaxed their shoulders, matching each tone, and their consciousness fell into the mountains and snow.

In his worst prediction, the villagers would be shaken in panic because of the war...

Ken looked at the beam of light gathered by faith, and giant birds and dragons flitted among the clouds at the far end. He raised his hand, and blue and black intertwined flames danced between his fingers.

The road is to go on.

Be firm in your original heart, even if you challenge the order for this, you will never admit defeat.

Because he is Ken Bouvier.

Thornton Kaya's battle banner.