Othua's War Banner

The space is stable and full of vitality.

Josefini held up a round of magic ball steadily, the starlight filled the whole room, shining like a galaxy hanging upside down, the trees continued to stretch and rise, and the elf magic flowed among them, there was an illusion of taking root in the forbidden seal.

She can tell the whole story about the ceremony.

Josefini felt a little regretful, because Ken showed a dazed and thoughtful expression—yes, it is extremely difficult to reshape the body, and he should do it himself.

Ken is definitely not a competitive and brave person. He did not give up, which means that there is still a turning point, and he does not need to worry.

This is also part of testing and observation.

Ken reorganized his thinking. The body and strength system are very complicated. The more entangled, the more you will be frightened by the difficulty. Think about the good, there are notes, and the details are no problem.

It would be nice to have a reference, wait, a template?

Remarks can quantify the data, transform the illusory combat power into visualized values, magic, fighting, racial talents, special fetters...

Different cultivation directions, different numerical panels.

From the characters he has come into contact with, Ken chooses a growth direction that is most suitable for Meng, so it’s fine to copy it!

Has a beast spirit, a one-handed weapon, and majors in agility.

Isn't that just yourself?
Ken breathed a sigh of relief, kept his focus and sank into his inner world, called up his own data as a template, and then began to physically reshape Meng according to his accumulated experience.

His hands are flying.

The firm green cocoon collapsed in all directions, thousands of sharp steel threads shuttled through Meng's body.

Josefini could barely stand.

So bold!

This is the most cutting-edge magic operation in the Usua continent.

Ken didn't ask her, and directly drove the scattered beast spirit power in the room, like an artist, with exaggerated movements and focused expression.

Soul toughness, magic background, and physical strength are all the most difficult knowledge in the high-end field.

Josefini watched his operation from the sidelines, entering himself from time to time.

In an instant, the room was eerily quiet.

"Without you, he would have become a rising legendary warrior in the northern border. Well, you have to train Meng well."

"What does it have to do with me?"

"Thornton Kaya is yours. He has no reason to betray you. The upper limit is fixed."

"Why do you have to be a battle banner?" Ken was doing the most top-notch magic operation.

This is a creation, a physical reconstruction that makes all the secret art academies in southern Xinjiang envious, but he still has the energy to chat.

Josefini observed for a moment before continuing to speak: "The banner has a special meaning. Only in this position can the mysteries of the northern border and a bigger stage unfold. There is no upper limit to talents and talents, and a bigger battlefield is waiting for you." ..."

"Waiting to kill?" Ken interrupted.

The whole room fell into a brief silence.

Ken sighed heavily and asked wearily:
"What is the significance of the war we are facing? Palotus is surrounded by blood, like an avalanche, and everyone is grabbing all resources to find a chance to survive."

Josefini's attention was drawn from the ceremony.

She turned her gaze from under the mask to Ken, whose eyes seemed to stay in the air through the blurred lines.

"We stay awake, as if we are fleeing, but where is the source of the sense of urgency? Is it the invasion of southern Xinjiang, resource constraints, or something else..."

"Mr. Ken, what did you see in the Moorland?"

Jose Fini had a direct showdown.

She paid a heavy price, nothing more than building trust, proving her own strength and position, and also an investment, and from a reasonable point of view, Ken should not hide it.

He paused for a moment, as if he didn't know where to start.

Josefini placed his robe regretfully: "There will be time for us to talk later, so go ahead."

She can feel:

Ken holds the "power" of simplifying, and the "sense of disobedience" reminds her of some dusty proverbs.

Josefini collected himself and did not speak again.

Until the sun shines outside the window.

The pack of wolves raised their heads in the thawing snow, and with a long howl of joy, they turned back vigorously and disappeared, leaving only countless dense footprints.

Ken adjusted his breathing, held his arms, and slowly placed Meng, who was suspended in the air, on the ground.

The wolf came over and turned its head sideways to guard its master.

It devoured the power of the wasteland mound, lost its body, and transformed into a part of the wolf spirit, becoming bigger and faster.

When Meng opened his eyes, he could see the intertwined ceiling and the scattered starlight floating upwards in his blurred vision. He seemed to be lying in a vibrant and uneven forest.

He stood up, stomped his feet in a daze, then stared at the wolf beside him, and murmured:

"Man, I've never felt so good, ah, you look fierce, hey, I'm fine, just a little headache, dreams and hallucinations... Well, I'm fully recovered."

"Cherish it, and get used to it."

Ken patted him on the shoulder and led Josefini away.

Before the Uncoverer left, he re-imposed restrictions on the windows, and the surrounding area of ​​the room was already occupied by overgrown trees. The pale light shone through the seal to illuminate a man and a wolf. The scattered dust and a few branches and leaves were shaking slightly.

The Lone Wolf Feather Blade is silent here, wrapped in twisted wood.

The back of the jet-black alloy blade has dark red lines, and the crystals used to absorb magic power refract sunlight.

Meng stared at it for a long time, opened his mouth with a confident smile and exhaled before reaching out to the scabbard.

……

Main building reception room.

Josefini picked up Selena's tea set again, and part of the blood color returned to the withered palm. Compared with the normal color, it was still terribly old.

Ken stood by the window with his hands behind his back, staring at the waking and busy tribe in the morning light. "Now we can talk about pay and other things."

"Why do you have to do business? Mr. Ken, we shouldn't be so strange to each other. After all, any of my identities can have a relationship with you."

"You have no reason to help me for this sake."

Ken felt that it shouldn't be so cold, so he sighed instead and spoke in a calm tone. "Whether you represent Uncoverer or whoever you are, I appreciate your help and would like to reciprocate."

"The Unmasker only takes information and knowledge."

Josefini complied with his request and continued. "You have an organizational medal, and you can submit information anytime, anywhere, whether it's secrets or knowledge, we will judge the value."

Ken once excavated the evidence of the loyalty of the Selderling family in the Ambera Ice Harbor, and also solved the mystery of the Proverbs outside the Red Maple Heights, obtained the ring of the law, and even witnessed the destruction of the oven legacy...

This information is a memory for ordinary adventurers, but it is a resource for the Uncoverer.

They chase history and have ample knowledge.

For example, the information provided by Ken can help them find clues to Selderlin's treasure.

In the eyes of the revealers, money is the most shallow part, and the secrets of Selderlin and the precipitation of the dwarven age are the most precious treasures.