Othua's War Banner

Chapter 76 0076 Hunter

"Let's act separately."

Ken picked out a strong and energetic war horse from the army, and then handed over the task of finding the stone spirit to the fisherman, and then turned back to tell everyone.

"We're running out of time, get it done!"

The Heila raised their heads in unison, like Cangcuo snakes curled up in the valley, gazing at their prey, their gazes crossing the snowflakes all over the sky.

Thick-winged eagles soar high into the sky.

The icy new wind carried it up, but it couldn't penetrate the thick black long feathers, nor could it blow away the black smoke from its neck and eye sockets.

This flying monster, as strong as a calf, was staring at the refugees.

The manipulator behind it is a team of mystics affiliated with Elwe.

Ivan, the son of the lord, has always held a grudge since he was threatened by Ken in the tavern and lost the chance to obtain the spiritsmith's weapon.

Elwe is a small city-state bordered by a wall of permafrost.

Pistonke once incorporated it into the territory, and later the Heili cavalry staged a coup, and the "Imperial Comet" known as the blood plot chose to assist the new king, and Pistonke's territory continued to be disputed.

Elwe took the opportunity to declare independence amidst the chaos.

Ivan's father, an old lord, didn't have the energy to seize this opportunity to develop the city-state, and even indulged the strife among his retainers.

"Without weapons, you lose the bargaining chip to win over the northern tribes, damn it!"

Ivan paced and cursed in his simple tent.

He was spoiled by the corrupt aristocratic life, narrow vision, and a head occupied by jealousy, which made him not outstanding in the struggle for power.

The subordinates knew that even the mercenaries were unwilling to go along with the employer's frequent complaints.

The tinker's eyelids were twitching, and he was holding back his fire, watching Ivan break one plate after another, and listening to his meaningless roar.

"Ken, right, when I contact the Huolanta tribe, the battle banners in the north will crush the bug sooner or later, and the village will kneel down and beg for mercy, and kill it!"

Ivan cursed angrily.

Everyone knows that "Horanta" is one of the oldest tribes in Palotusbi, and it can check and balance the existence of Frengondo, so how can it bestow friendship on a small city-state like "Elwe"?
It's just that the rumors are magnified and the authorities are paralyzed.

The occultist concentrated on guiding the magic, and a little consciousness was linked to the sky above the northern border. The thick-winged eagle flapped its wings, and its mottled pupils turned slightly, looking for traces of the refugees on the ground.

Suddenly, several sharp arrows shot from tricky angles!

Just when the attack is about to hit...

The thick-winged eagle's limbs were separated, and the steel arrowheads that sneaked in passed through the gaps in its body, and the surging magic power shook Luoxue away.

It reassembled its wings and flew high into the sky.

"Screw up."

Kuima lifted the cover and revealed an assembled crossbow.

He commanded the formation under his command, made bowstrings from vines in moss, and built this anti-aircraft weapon according to Arthur's drawings.

"Our means are limited, and we cannot catch up with the speed of others' turning."

Quema caught a glimpse of the beast trainer's smile and said rather complainingly.

"You should have reminded me it's capable of this, instead of sniggering after the fact and making me look like a fool!"

The beast tamer turned away half of the destroyed face.

"It doesn't matter, it's here."

He picked up two falling black feathers in the snow and brought them to the tip of his nose. He immediately smelled a strong beast smell. He rubbed the roots with his fingers to confirm that there was still a thin skin sac on them.

Quema expected the old man to be deflated.

On the back of the snow slope behind him, the stone slingers under his command breathed out into a fog.

The training of the expedition made the farmers more tenacious. They quickly disassembled the equipment, and they cooperated tacitly, but it was not enough. Otherwise, they would have definitely killed the thick-winged eagle just now.

The troops set out early in the morning.

Wild thorns were wrapped around the wheels, the carriages and camels snorted, and the refugees pushed their belongings forward on the icy and slippery ice slag.

Ken led the scouts to find the way.

Along with the strongest group, he carves out space in the waist-deep snow cover.

The courage of the leader to shake the wasteland inspired the team.

All complaints were bitten between the teeth.

The refugees suddenly believed in Santon Kaya's happy life. No one dared to repent. The only way out was death. They could only drain the last strength of their bodies and keep moving forward in order to survive.

The team is like the remnants of cloth eroded by rain and snow.

Long and narrow, messy, and drifting in the wind, it seems to wind up the mountain road.

The name of the snow peak in front of him is Oujia.

It was a node in the Flynn Trail, named after some dead banner, passed down by savages and old priests.

On the cliff of the second peak.

[Lontz] Backed by solid ice, the cold cannot penetrate the giant's thick skin.

Meng ran up for two steps, stepped on his shoulder and leaped high, climbed over a few fairly simple bumps, and threw himself onto the unprotected cliff.

He managed to grasp an extremely small ice lump.

The Heila onlookers were unmoved, their team did not reduce their numbers, they just nodded lightly, as if saving the trouble of collecting the corpses.

Meng wants to support his body with four fingers, like a precarious ice pick.

The beast tamer opened his mouth and urged loudly: "Be quicker, if the owner of the lair returns early, let go of your hands, at least the death will not be so painful."

Meng ignored it.

Top hunters learn to eliminate distractions.

He reached out his hand to find the feather of the thick-winged eagle in his pocket, pulled up his upper limbs, and put it into the cave at the top of the cliff.

Breathe, balance, feel.

Meng's left arm was frozen red from the ice, but the abyss under his feet didn't allow him to tremble. He couldn't look up and groped in the space without vision.

He carefully exhaled the air, and put the two eggs he found into the bag.

"Watch out for the top of your head."

The warrior who believed in Winter Mother suddenly spoke out.

The Heila also caught a glimpse of the shadows approaching from far away, the taunts and jokes disappeared in an instant, and the crowd hid themselves, but they were all silently paying attention to the cliff.

Meng is too young and too impulsive.

He knew that time was running out, so he kicked straight, like an argali leaping between mountains.

"madman."

The beast tamer muttered.

Heila frowned and looked at the distance between him and the safety zone. Fortunately, this kid was strong and agile enough to touch the rock.

But, next second!
His frozen fingers were not flexible enough, so he brushed it directly, breaking the ice pick with his entire upper body, and then fell rapidly towards the cliff!
Several people stepped forward.

Ken issued an over-death order, not allowing team members to die because of this kind of mission, and would rather abandon all resources when necessary.

Meng burst out with a fierce force.

He snapped off the iron piece around his neck, gripped it tightly and plunged into the gap in the ice, finding his balance strangely in the air to change direction.

He sank into the snowcap, a few ivory tusks falling from the lanyard, and fell into the cold and dark abyss.

The giant man stepped through the snowflakes in two steps, and dragged his companion back from the edge of the cliff like a lamb.

Meng hid in the bunker, and his mouth was a reprimand.

"If you make more noise, you can send me down directly! Stupid, cough, cough..."

The warrior raised his elbow and bombarded Meng's ribs, and then said to the giant, "I think what he meant was, thank you."

Counting the time in the dungeon, it was the second time that Langz had stood up for Meng, and he should not be blamed in any way.

Meng wanted to fight back.

The animal trainer waved his hand to stop him, and he signaled for silence with his eyes.

　One more chapter, wait a minute

　　
　
(End of this chapter)