Othua's War Banner

The huge roar and the deflagrating fire illuminated the side of the ridge, and the long teams walking below turned their heads in surprise, looking at the billowing smoke rising in the direction of the former homeland.

Heila was worried, and Mag also had a dignified expression.

She felt uneasy, but she couldn't convince herself—Ken's judgment and control of the situation surpassed everyone else's, and he was the one who successfully deduced the war goals of Flengundo and Hawser with limited information.

Ken ordered the people to evacuate, who could not obey?
"Zhanjing said that the orcs wanted to make him king and would not kill him. We would only increase casualties if we stayed. Zhanjing didn't want this to happen."

Collins repeated again.

But the faces of him, Kuema and others were still full of worries.

The Hanqi brothers came to the rear to distribute food, slightly hard fish velvet bread, the raw material was the first batch of crops produced in the Santon Kaya Plantation, catalyzed by various magic items and superb planting techniques, they Finally ushered in the first harvest.

The same seeds mature earlier than the fields of many large tribes, perhaps because of Mother Winter's favor, perhaps because of meticulous care, or other reasons...

The people of Santon Kaya gnawed on the bread, and the dry, cold and hard starch was transformed into negligible sweetness in the mouth. The fish was cooked very fragrantly, and one could feel the yearning of the producers for life.

The tribal life came to an end, and the land that once lived was being trampled on by the orc army. The flames were soaring into the sky, and the threat of death forced every wanderer who had just settled down to start again.

Meg was overwhelmed by the oppressive atmosphere. She looked around and saw the villagers enjoying their food in silence without saying a word.

Burke had taught her—defense is no matter the cost, and the determination to break through can protect what is vital.

A thick hand stretched out in front of her eyes.

A tall, strong and honest giant handed her the distributed food, and the two Han Qi brothers were responsible for the material management during the evacuation.

Mag thanked politely, looked at the orc with a simple and honest smile, suddenly thought of something, and immediately got up and walked towards the middle of the crowd.

Meng and Collins were talking, but when they saw Mag walking in a hurry, they subconsciously followed.

She passed through the taciturn crowd, and came to the most unremarkable but heavily protected carriages in the middle of the corner.

The animal trainer who was seriously injured and unconscious was receiving treatment.

In another smaller carriage, John, a little orc, was sitting cross-legged in the driver's seat, beside him were Langz and Quema, and a little further away were the other two Heila.

Judging from the guard lineup, it can reflect the importance of the girl inside.

Mag nodded to several of them, then opened the carriage door.

Joan was lying in the carpeted carriage, and fell into a deep sleep with special aromatherapy and hypnotic magic, and this was the order of the battle signal to ensure that she would not wake up before arriving at Ambera Ice Port.

"For a girl, Mr. Ken's methods are a bit cruel." McGonagall criticized mercilessly.

She saw Joan in the carriage frowning, breathing rapidly, as if having a very terrible nightmare.

Kuima came over and said, "Joan has the best relationship with Zhanjing, and has a deep affection for Thornton Kaya..."

"Then it shouldn't be done, I think there is a problem."

McGonagall interrupted and looked around. "I'm uneasy in my heart. Mr. Ken is the gentlest to Joan, which is obvious to all, and this kind of hypnotic and lethargic behavior is too cruel. She will never refuse Zhan Jing, which is a bit unnecessary."

"You mean?" John narrowed his eyes.

When he left Thornton Kaya, he was ordered by Zhan Jing to take care of him, and even prepared a fortune to find the whistleblower and let Selina temporarily protect Joan and Mag.

Zhan Jing said that he could discuss everything with Mag during the journey, obviously trusting the wisdom of this female scholar.

Mag always felt that this evacuation was against harmony and something was wrong.

She felt that there were fatal loopholes in Ken's plan, but the whole practical process was at the expense of the construction of the Santon Kaya tribe.

McGonagall knew that Joan was the most innocent girl and the person who knew Ken best.

Joan was controlled by magic to fall asleep, not to take care of her emotions, but because the girl would find out what the problem was!
"Wake up Joan, it's very important, I'm afraid it will be too late!"

McGonagall yelled at Han directly, and she now believed in her own ideas.

Heila looked at each other, the little orc scratched his long-haired ears, and seemed a bit uncomfortable, so he looked at Kuima again.

McGonagall turned directly to Quema and said: "Ken's plan has loopholes. He knew the risks but didn't tell us. Joan knew that, so she was controlled. Wake her up and we'll find out!"

Quema is the oldest follower, McGonagall is the advice provider, and John is the actual business executive.

They thought for a moment and nodded.

John took out an incomplete fluorite pendant from his close-fitting leather jacket. It was a magic weapon purchased on the ancient business road, and it was also the core of hypnotic magic. The thing swayed in front of the aromatherapy furnace.

The mist swirls around the fluorite, and it gradually becomes brighter. Under the illumination of a circle of light, the mist penetrates into Joan's closed eyes, nostrils and mouth. Almost at the same time, the girl's whole body is straight, Yoshiki sat up as if he was having a nightmare.

She was short of breath, and two lines of tears flowed down involuntarily.

She looked at Mag outside the car door, and there were countless familiar figures. She didn't ask where she was or what happened, and she didn't even care that she was controlled by magic...

Joan eagerly said to the Heila:
"Mr. Ken will die, he is very dangerous now, save him quickly, where is the battle flag, save him..."

Both Meng and Collins kept silent, and Quema took the initiative to explain the current situation and arrangement, but Joan didn't seem to listen.

He said helplessly, "Son, according to Zhan Jing's arrangement..."

"No, damn it, how could I not think of such a simple point." Mag suddenly exclaimed, figured out the key to the problem, and everyone's eyes focused on her again.

She said: "The orcs don't kill Ken, they want to be elected as the king according to the Old Testament of the Northern Territory, but if the Santon Kaya tribe escapes and the villagers leave, it means fleeing and fighting cowardly, according to the rigidity of the Old Testament Say, you won't be forgiven!"

John nodded. He was the person who knew the Old Testament best among the people present, and he also frowned and licked the animal's teeth at this time.

McGonagall was born in the royal capital and knew the truth about the majesty and inviolability of the kingdom.

She said: "Thornton Kaya has not withstood the test, and Ken has lost the qualification to form a tribal alliance, so he is useless to the orcs. Since he will never be recognized by the ancient traditions, then he has no impact on the situation in the North." Speaking of it, it’s useless!”

Mag said in a cold sweat: "Then what is left of him? The rest is to be officially declared war by Frengundor. The orc battle banner is willing to sacrifice its majesty in order to praise Ken. Now there is no chance, so out of Dignity and tradition, he also has to go all out to kill the enemy."

She covered her mouth and breathed heavily: "Ken is useless to orcs, he will really be killed!"

The Heila panicked immediately.

McGonagall continued in disbelief:
"Ken has known for a long time that his so-called giving up the most important opportunity is actually sacrificing himself. He stayed to buy time for the residents of Thornton Kaya to escape. He knew the consequences, he knew..."

Meng and Langz immediately turned and left, and everyone followed.

"Stop!" Que Ma stopped everyone. "This is the order of Zhanjing." The second half of the sentence seemed a little heavy when he said it.

It was only now that he knew of Zhan Jing's decision, but when he remembered the instructions before leaving, he always felt that there was a sense of determination in it, maybe going back now would not be what Zhan Jing wanted.

Collins, who was silent, finally spoke.

He is the commander, and he knows the situation well: "This war cannot be won, we will lose, Thornton Kaya's demise is expected by the warring, but only this choice can save strength, Thornton Kaya will win, Zhan Jing will lose, this is what he told me before leaving, now I understand."

Meng and Langz didn't speak, they just glanced at the crowd and turned around to continue walking.

Collins stood a little further away, forced him to stop with his eyes, and asked, "As many people go back now, as many people will die. The orc tribe will slaughter the residents of the entire village. Regardless of the wishes of the battle banner, they will also follow the old covenant."

He paused. "Maybe it's even worse. Fighting is already a fact. Frengundo will kill everyone, including the battle flag. The sacrifice of the war flag and a series of arrangements will be meaningless. There will never be a shortage of blood and tears in the land of the northern border." ,Do you understand?"

"I'm from the north, and I understand better than you." Meng waited for him to speak, but left after saying that, and Langz followed suit.

Everyone knows the problem, but they can't make decisions for so many people.

Joan got off the carriage and headed in the direction Meng left, but was stopped by Collins.

He is the commander, every decision will affect countless lives, Zhanjing has made the most critical layout and decision, Thornton Kaya must survive, this is not cowardice, sometimes it takes more courage to survive.

But Collins still decided to stop Joan: "If you go back, you will only be a hindrance to the banner, and let the person he cares about most in this world die."

The repeated quarrels attracted the attention of many villagers. The migration road was already tight and hidden. At this time, many people had already gathered a little distance away to watch.

Snapped!
In the surprised eyes of everyone, they saw the always gentle Joan raised his other hand and slapped Collins hard.

It didn't hurt at all, and I didn't even want to avoid it.

Collins pursed his lips, but said in a low voice, "This is what the battle flag means."

Joan stared at Collins, staring at him like never before: "Yes, you will only escape if Mr. Ken agrees, I know very well."

Her eyes were very red, but there were no tears left. "Who is qualified to force his battle banner to show mercy? He established Thornton Kaya, and we regard it as our homeland. I don't understand the rules and pros and cons of what you said, but wars break out in Palotusbi every day, Tribes are being attacked every day..."

Joan withdrew her hand and said, "The war has come to Thornton Kaya, and we have abandoned our homeland and our king."

she left.

That petite body is not even a grass.

Heila felt that their chests were so congested that they could not speak. Collins looked at the surrounding villagers and riders, and let out a long breath.

Batley is the wolf rider, standing behind their respective teams, comforting the wolf, and Bedi in the distance is also silent. After a long while, Snow turned around, looked at the wolf riders, did not speak, stepped on own mount.

This seems to be a signal.

Almost at the same time, all the soldiers stepped onto their horses and took up their weapons.

None of the commands.

No one is qualified to make decisions for others, but there is not a single soldier stranded, and they are all armed with the fastest speed, even faster than when they settled down and evacuated the residents.

A large number of soldiers and horses galloped past the carriage.

Collins naturally also stepped on the horse. Looking at the black smoke in the sky, he didn't know what to think of.

Zhan Jing stays in the empty home, every piece of dirt and snow is questioning their loyalty!
At this moment, he was ashamed.

The flames soared into the sky, burning two sections of the city wall. In the embers covered in ash, Ken passed through the barrier and fell beside the stone pillar in the square in front of the village.

The morning and evening in his hand flew into the distance, and a rose blue crack appeared on the edge of the battle axe.

Frost Spirit's cry resounded through the clouds.

Frengundo leaped high and crossed the city wall, landing on the cracked stone road, and half of his armor was black, like armor that had been cooled rapidly, and there were bloodstains on both sides of his breastbone.

The power of Frost Spirit is perfectly combined with Ken.

He was a little surprised, and felt sorry for this growth rate and incomprehensible power.

"What a waste, boy."

The power of Frengundo has risen to a terrifying level. Every winter house of the Santon Kaya tribe is burning. Orange light and thick smoke envelope the mountains to the west of the Qiuming Ancient Road, as if to destroy every piece of accumulated land. The snow all melted down.

Ken ignored it, he got up and held the morning and evening tightly, and he didn't know how to defeat the orcs when the wolf spirit was a little exhausted.

He is too strong to be defeated.

A strong surge came from the depths of Thornton Kaya, and the aftermath of magic washed away ripples covering several kilometers.

Flengundo narrowed his eyes.

Ken also tilted his head slightly.

That is the forbidden core reserved in the depths of the cave, the magic circle made by Selina. According to the time inference, the tribe should have evacuated far away now.

The orc striker is not an idiot, he probably arranged for birds and various monsters to hunt them down, and the restriction was also broken.

Ken stood up straight as if relieved.

He will fight without burden, on this battlefield surrounded by flames, facing the most powerful war banner in the north.

An extremely terrifying chill erupted in the morning and evening, and the phantom of the frost spirit and the wolf spirit, like two blue and black afterimages, followed behind Ken and oppressed him.

Frengundur's beast-blood slumped, triggering lava in the fissures each time.

Their battle was turbulent and shocking, but the ending was doomed.

Flen Gunduo strengthened his inner judgment. A tribe with complex beliefs like Santon Kaya lacks a core cohesion, and cowardly escape will be swallowed by the survival rules of the northern border.

Kan's people might survive.

But they will surely fall into endless wandering, become part of the war, and become an inch of vegetation destroyed in the avalanche.

Maybe decades later, when wanderers set foot on the Qiuming Ancient Road again, they will look at the wreckage of Sandon Kaya, and a new village may be established on the scorched land. At that time, someone should think of Ken Bouvier's name, chanting a short but regrettable legend.

This is true of every story in the North.

The orc soldiers suddenly became restless, and the two battle banners in the center stopped again. The flames around the battlefield were so fierce that no one could easily approach them.

But outside the orange-red barrier and the thick black smoke, there seemed to be very dense and complicated footsteps.

Flengundo narrowed his eyes, as if trying to see clearly.

Ken took the opportunity to swing with all his strength, and at the moment he was distracted, he used his soaring speed and teleportation to strike a devastating slash.

There was a scratch on the armor called the Blood Furnace of War.

Blood as thick as magma flowed out.

Frengundo retreated a dozen steps away, not paying too much attention to his injury, but raised his head and looked into the distance.

Among the wreckage of buildings row upon row in Thorndon Kaya, where the flames burned most fiercely, the orc soldiers who were attacked panicked and organized a resistance.

But with the determination to die, their enemies broke through the formation time and time again.

The ferocious expressions of the ferocious wolves crossing over the flames of Santon Kaya all showed fearless eyes. The soldiers rushed into every inch of the ravine, fighting and dying in their own homeland.

They rushed out continuously, the largest number of Sandon Kaya soldiers since the beginning of the war.

Because at the end, it was obvious that there were farmers and village women who had just picked up their weapons. Their movements of holding their weapons were all wrong, but their running speed did not decrease at all.

No one backed away, no one turned and fled before the flames and destruction.

The people of Thornton Kaya have returned.

Ken stared back, and for the first time, an unexpected expression appeared on his blood-stained face.

The orcs also briefly stopped attacking.

An adversary who lived and died with Homeworld, Frengundor had seen it many times, but there was something different about Thornton Kaya.

He couldn't tell the difference.

But Frengundo slowly looked at Ken Bouvier standing in front of him again, watching those ordinary people rushing towards their battle banners desperately...

He found that what he thought Thornton Kaya lacked was actually there.

The burning winter house collapsed.

In Frengundo's eyes, he saw the flaming ruins, the raging flames that seemed to burn the horizon, and the ordinary people struggling in hell.

And Ken Bouvier in the center of the flame.

at that moment.

As if wearing a huge crown of flames. (end of this chapter)