Othua's War Banner

Chapter 71 0071: Beast and ambition
The defense's eyelids twitched.

The two of them followed Stephen very early, had seen the world, and were mature enough to know that Ken was reorganizing his team.

"What do you think?"

"It's ruthless and skilled, like an army's method, but the way it speaks..."

Stephen asked his subordinates to be careful in their words and deeds.

Therefore, the other guard folded his arms and looked at each other tacitly. The two of them understood, but didn't say it out loud.

The maid standing in the corner listened to all the conversation.

She spoke suddenly.

"Like a banner."

The guards didn't dare to answer, coughed twice, and turned back into a statue again.

When Baiwujia was sorting out the information, there was news that Ken was the ruler of a certain tribe in the northern border, and he was suspected of being a war banner.

Such a young, southern Xinjiang face.

There is no evidence now, but the name "Ken Bouvier" will be highlighted, and along with it, one must always pay attention to the movements of "Thornton Kaya".

Black market, master information and turn it into resources.

The maid continued to observe, she wanted to collect enough information and report back to Stephen.

【Unwilling spearhead】

Ken saw the anger in his heart, the exhaustion of living, and the determination to revenge. All kinds of emotions were intertwined, which made the spearhead grit his teeth and did not beg for mercy.

"Come on, kill... me."

"Must it be like this?" Ken let go of his hand, squatted down, and watched the other party grab the iron piece. "Who caused your suffering? Bandits, mercenaries, kingdom troops, hostile tribes... Qi Bing apostle?"

When it comes to this word...

His fingers gripping the edge of the blade tensed instantly, and the blood overflowed from the gap, covered in dust and unable to disperse.

"Hey, You."

A shout came from behind Ken.

He turned around and found that all the prisoners were holding on to the fence, and their eyes converged here.

This group of people is indeed different. They suppress their anger, bear blood debts, and the shame of defeat and the tragedy of their families have not completely distorted their will.

The fence directly ahead was slapped violently.

The cell was very large, and the prisoners in it were not small in size.

Ken glanced at the number on the wall, took off the corresponding copper key and threw it over.

The prisoner fluttered his nostrils and panted heavily. He scratched the ground twice with his thick fingers before picking up the key. While staring at Ken, he clumsily pried open the fence.

"Which bastard wants to buy me?"

He is a giant descended from a remote area in the north, with dark blue and gray skin and messy hair scattered behind his head.

"It's nothing to bully a little guy. If you can beat me in a fight, you will adopt a Culumbona beast. If you lose, you will put down the whole bunch of keys, and..."

The giant's eyes drifted to Ken's shoulder.

"Is this ax half-weight? I want it too! You are allowed to use it when you fight!"

The garrison in front of the stairs was short of breath.

Their heartbeats are fast, coming, coming, the expected situation, without the constraints of poison and spells, if you want to tame the team, you must face doubts and resistance.

The eyes of the audience became hot.

Ken gave up the spear leader and walked towards the giant, keeping his face expressionless all the time, and raised his hand to remove [Cheng Hun] from his back...

But what happened next was beyond everyone's expectations!
Ken swung the weapon down to the right, then raised his arm, and threw the tomahawk at the opponent as if rewarding an object!

The giant roared a foul word.

He faced the cold light on the face of the axe, the cold in the morning, the chill in the evening, all kinds of hallucinations were like the heavy snow in Palotusbi, overwhelming him.

Well, heavy!
The moment the battle ax fell into his palm, he felt a strange weight.

Half of the giant's body was lowered towards the side of the axe. He wanted to forcefully control it with his arms, but he used the weapon in a mess, and even the basic grip was awkward.

Ken came forward with steady steps.

The giant raised his weapon and slashed, the roar was deafening, as if he was about to chop off the armor in the next moment, and bombard the flesh and blood to the surroundings...

The audience's heart tightened.

Then, they saw: the leather on the handle came apart, the ax slipped, and the blade shifted strangely in the air.

The giants had a lot of momentum, but they only contributed a bad blow.

The ax hit the floor, scratching it a bit, and he even hurt his wrist from the recoil.

【Never underestimate your own weapons. Morning and evening are from spirit craftsmen. Their growth and specificity are extraordinary. It has its own pride, and not everyone can control it. 】

Ken didn't wait for the giant to stand up.

Through the gloves, the blue flame changed the color of the light plated on the prison.

The heavy punch was like a rock exposed on the frozen soil of the wasteland, and it hit the giant's second left rib hard. Under this piece of skin was his smallest lung.

【Ancient Battle Technique】

It wasn't just muscle memory that grew in Ken's mind, but also combat experience, which included the weaknesses of many races in the North.

The giant stared and opened his mouth, and the air was rushing in his belly.

The pain caused him to bend down quickly, and his ugly nose, whistling wildly, hit the armor of Ken's knee. There was a crisp sound of bone cracking, plasma burst, and the iron block left marks on the dark blue skin.

The giant let go of his weapon, covered his mouth and nose and lay back.

Ken didn't wait, and directly threw himself on the opponent's broad and strong chest and hammered continuously.

In fact, he was under a lot of pressure. He had just improved his stats, cooperated with the [Evidence of War Banner] to explode, used [Ancient Memory] to find the right time, and aimed at the weak point. Such a full-strength bombardment full of advantages-it didn't make the opponent faint past?

The frost flower is dissolving, its magic power is limited, and it must be pursued by victory.

The giant was choking on blood foam, his mouth and nose were injured, his lungs were in severe pain, and his breathing was severely hindered. Every time he opened his eyes to look for opportunities, he could only see fists.

The shock in Ken's heart kept adding up.

Giants, the racial defense is too high!
He would accept it as soon as it was good. If the fight continued, the opponent's life would be threatened, and it would be bad if it turned into a battle of trapped beasts.

"Ah, ahh!"

The giant roared and wanted to get up, but saw Ken holding the weapon, the dark battle ax was covered in blue flames, and the blade exuded an extremely dangerous aura...

This slash will never fail.

The giant thought.

"Beast," Ken said with cold eyes and a deep voice. "Allegiance to my ambition."

Pooh, pooh.

He exhaled the blood in his nasal cavity, and declared defeat in a dejected and powerless manner.

"Listen to you."

Pledging an oath of allegiance is a tradition after a failed captive challenge.

"Kulun Bona, Shenyan Tribe, Guaotidom Langz."

The giants report their clans and names.

He stained his blood with his fists, bent down and lowered his head, and beat the floor tiles in front of him heavily.

[Since the employer has accepted the 'commodity' bet and recognized the dignity of the other party, it is natural to reap loyalty and oath after victory. 】

Under normal circumstances, only people in the northern border respect this rule, and employers in southern Xinjiang who come to buy captives often turn the "challenge" into a show of killing chickens and monkeys.

According to the notes, Ken raised his hand and brushed the giant's rough hair.

"Thornton Kaya."

He pressed the opponent's head and announced in a deep voice:

"Ken Bouvier."

　RNG! !
　　Golden rain! !
　　Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
　　Damn, how is it green rain!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)