Othua's War Banner

Chapter 85 0085 Body
"Is the rumor true?"

Mon asked out of breath.

He stood in the same place, dragging the corpse of a monster with his left hand, and the reins of the war horse with his right hand. The mount was covered with scars, and his naked body was also dripping with blood. It seemed that he had experienced a bloody battle.

He wore crude and battered armor, a curly bone-handled knife sheathed at his hip.

Ken and Quema discovered Mon at the same time.

Kuima remembered Zhan Jing's instructions and took the initiative to avoid contact, so she left early.

Ken watched calmly as the other walked through the barracks buildings and strode towards him.

Meng's movements were stiff, trembling weakly, blood was all over his body, and the tightly tied whip was scattered in several places.

His left eye was bruised, and he barely opened his right eye to look at the road. All you can see from it is stubbornness.

"What rumors are you referring to?"

Ken was still serious, but the corners of his lips were full of admiration.

"I killed it in Luojun Tundra."

As Meng said, he threw out a corpse, a robust adult [Jinglan Beast], its gnarled body was ripped apart.

"The person in charge of the food didn't dare to take it, so I took it to the Military Supply Department. The people there said that killing a monster can customize a weapon...Is it true?"

Lanz laughed, and rushed to answer.

"You have to go to Arthur. He is very skilled and fast. He can get you good things in two full meals!"

Meng glanced at the giant descendant, but his attention stopped on the stone stick in the opponent's hand.

After hearing this, he turned around and wanted to leave.

Ken suddenly called out.

"Lonzi, take the horse away, and take the things with you."

He stepped forward to pick up the [Jinglan Beast]'s body, threw it on the giant's shoulder, and signaled the spear leader to follow him.

Meng did so.

"What weapon are you planning to use? Talk while walking, I just happened to be looking for Arthur."

"Battle knife."

Meng replied weakly but solemnly.

He dodged under Ken's gaze, afraid that the other party would point out his impulse and expose the fact that he was competitive.

"Your fighting spirit is a very precious asset in the northern border."

When Ken spoke the Uma language, he had an elegant accent from southern Xinjiang. This kind of accent combined with the icy cold wind in the northern border had an indescribable taste.

"We're going home, do you know what that means?"

He put his hand on Meng's shoulder, and raised the horrible blood bar slightly.

Meng turned his head to the other side, spat a mouthful of blood into the snow, and endured the pain of wound healing and said: "It means that we are about to face the Apostle Qi Bing, and the blood debt of the Dongge tribe can finally be repaid!"

"Correct."

Ken's eyebrows were filled with pain.

Meng looked at him with anticipation in his eyes. He admired the strength and tenacity of this man, but he still hadn't figured it out. What did he want to learn from him?
"Unfortunately……"

Ken looked at the familiar snowflakes in the sky, and asked calmly: "Qi Bing's apostles can't be killed. Sooner or later, you will die and become a cold corpse in the wasteland. Then?"

He looked over calmly and asked.

"Meng, besides revenge, why are you alive?"

"A person who speaks wise words is a coward except for a magic stick. A brave man never shies away from fighting!"

Meng retorted excitedly, his eyes were piercing and fierce.

"Brave you, why do you avoid the question? I'm curious, what is left under this scarred skin?"

Ken waved his hands after speaking, and did not continue to listen to the other party's answer, as if all the words just now were his own thoughts.

The two remained silent at the same time, and the atmosphere eased down.

The two of them turned to the supply camp, and among the consumables left by the bandits, picked out a few pieces of the best steel, a bone of a crystallized mutated mammoth.

Arthur forged a tribal sword about three feathers in length for Mon.

"I need some time to make it when I arrive at Santon Kaya."

Meng nodded, he didn't know whether he was looking forward to a weapon or an unknown village.

Ken was already at the front of the line.

Arthur, the blacksmith, didn't like to talk either, and the surroundings fell silent. He occasionally stared at the flames of the temporary furnace, and occasionally raised his head, as if he wanted to look for stars in the daytime.

Meng also raised his head.

The sunshine in the north was as gentle as veil, the snowflakes suddenly disappeared, and the cold wind was blowing the mighty team.

The refugees set out in awe of the land.

The detour from Ke'e Village to Santon Kaya needs to pass through the open tundra outside the [Luojun Valley]. The wandering bandits dare not harass them, and the hunters and caravans are also watching from afar.

They headed south and then west.

At noon the next day, the ground beneath their feet began to loosen, and the woodland and birds and beasts became rich.

The familiar village, Tantu, was far away. The sentry soldiers crawled on the top of the hill, stood up, but did not dare to approach, but stared at the front of the team in shock, carefully identifying the appearance of the leader.

Ken lifted off his black furry cloak.

He was wearing a battle armor, holding the saddle of King Feiwolf, his short beard and mud showed that the journey was difficult.

"Battle banner."

The wolf rider walked up to him and bowed in salute, not knowing what expression to show.

Ken passed by, patted him on the shoulder, and stepped into the trail leading into the village first. He raised an arm and shouted excitedly:

"Brothers and sisters, go home."

How to explain happiness to a group of people who have lost their homes, it is actually very simple, familiar winter wooden houses, neat and regular city walls, and sufficient warm food.

Residents of Sandton Kaya gathered around the gate.

They welcomed the return of the war banner excitedly, and the scholars of Norin Kingdom also stood on the brand new watchtower and waved, and the [Singers] in the team raised their arms and waved in response.

"How was the trip?"

"Oh my god, that's great!"

"Nonsense, you almost froze to death within a few days of going out, hehe, me too, but this trip is awesome..."

Excited, the two scholars of the Kingdom of Norrin recounted to curious audiences the hardships and perils of their journey, and the frightful deeds of Warspear.

The bloody battle in Ke'e Village, the grand occasion of the Duva Tribe, and Mandi covering the sky are like the thunder of the doomsday...

The assembled audience included many Sandton Kaya residents.

The gates of the village are wide open.

Burke and Mag stood at the entrance of the village and directed them. They were responsible for clearing the crowd, allocating wooden houses to families in need, and organizing people who could work together to hold the banquet tonight.

The number of people is increasing.

There are not enough houses to live in, and the spacious warehouses are full.

McGonagall fell silent, and the capital of Norin Kingdom would never see such a scene:
The refugees had tears in their eyes, withered bodies, and pale cheeks. All the desperate souls were soaked in hope at this time.

"Huh~ Teacher, is the letter to the king still there?"

Mag looked at Burke beside him.

The chief engineer of Norin Kingdom just smiled and said nothing.

He looked in front of Sandon Kaya, considering whether to advance the road reconstruction. After all, there were too many people, and the queue was like a river, gathering in this small village.

(End of this chapter)