Othua's War Banner

Chapter 17: 0017: War Jing

Ken looked back into the cave.

Joan closed her eyes, shook her head and hummed winter rhymes, those words were so beautiful in the Uma language context.

【Score Collection: Poems of Thornton Kaya】

【Quality: C】

[Effect: Pleasure, calmness, and singing can reduce the hostility of residents. 】

"The igloos are lined up, every chimney will spit out ash, the whole box of berries and frozen pears is placed next to the grid, those sand patterns and ridges, a lot of fish are hanging under the eaves."

Joan's eyes were not opened, her eyebrows were flying, and there was a look of happiness on her face.

"At the end of each season, there will be caravans passing by for a rest. We entertain them, exchange spices and furs, hear all kinds of strange stories, get rewards for wine, and eat pastries from southern Xinjiang."

Call ~
She breathed frost flowers, and Ken seemed to be able to see it in the twilight: during the sunset and hunting season, the war banner would lead the brave warriors of the tribe to triumph.

The children gathered around in surprise and joy.

The elder leaned over and picked her up, and put her on top of the frost bear. The mane was very long, but when it stretched into the neck, you could feel the warm and soft velvet...

All sights and laughter dissipated.

The immature face overlapped with the young and timid girl in front of him.

Ken thought for a long time, then showed a warm smile, got up, walked to Joan's side and squatted down, tapping the little head.

"I believe it is more beautiful than I imagined."

Joan blinked and didn't know what to answer, so she could only falter and say: "I, I don't want to leave here."

"Then let's not go!"

Ken grabbed her wrist, which was too thin, as if he was holding a straw, and it seemed that he would break it with any force.

Joan felt herself being dragged to her feet, out of the cave, into the slice of sunlight, the crisp wind making her feet falter.

Walk past the collapsed outpost.

Walk through the bloody and muddy square.

Walk past rows of collapsed and burned houses.

Joan stepped on a broken knife and felt strange chills all over her body, but as long as she looked at the back in front of her, she would feel much better.

"Ken, Mr. Ken, where are you taking me?"

"Go to the altar and send Hamsin off."

Joan's eyes were filled with loneliness again.

Soon, she heard Ken's voice: "I will do my best for my goal until the last moment of my life. Before, I just wanted to live, but now, I think this goal will be more interesting."

He saw Ken turn his head, the amber pupils were as calm as ice, but so clear and determined.

"I'm going to try to restore the Santon Kaya in my imagination."

Joan froze in place.

A verse comes to mind:
Frost fell on the ground, and the ice crystals that should have melted were scooped up and sprinkled into the sky, turning into heavy snow that never melted for years.

"arrive."

She regained consciousness, the flame was burning to its strongest moment.

There are many people standing in front of me, but it seems so lonely for this mud brick open space where the "Thousands of People Welcome the Spring Festival" was once held.

Brother Hankey looked over from the cargo box.

Quema leaned on his battle axe, and behind him, tribe warriors and hunters scattered among the villagers.

The flames were blown to one side, and the ashen-faced and unkempt crowd became extremely quiet at this moment.

Ken walked to the altar alone.

[Mission: Thornton Kaya in the Firelight]

【Progress: Completed】

It turns out that mission rewards are not all settled on the spot, and the content is not determined when it is promulgated. It will give corresponding rewards according to the actual situation that has happened.

Ken adjusted his breathing, and while stepping forward, slowly unsheathed the steel sword.

There are light-colored gray imprints on Ke-wen steel, and lords and kings would often hold a saber made of this material on ceremonial occasions to add majesty.

sieve!
The blade is beveled and clean.

Ken stood still slowly, raised it above his head, and everyone's eyes focused on it.

The snowflake in his palm began to emerge.

At the same time, all the pumice stones above the altar began to shake, and the moss and green plants were shaken off, revealing the original colors with clear scratches.

The snowflakes began to bloom, and the familiar and sacred new wind blew around.

The people of the Santon Kaya tribe had already felt that connection, and they knelt on one knee in conviction, watching the man with sincere and excited eyes.

Ken felt the heat, the forces fighting for his sword.

As this confrontation gradually became more intense, his right arm centered on the snowflake, and began to show black lines of varying thickness.

They are vivid and vivid, overlapping and interlacing and extending continuously, slowly outlining half of the forearm.

boom!
The smallest pumice stone exploded, and an exclamation came from behind. No one had ever seen such a vision, so they could only continue to stare at it.

boom! boom! boom!
The stones suspended over the altar for more than a hundred years had their magic power completely exhausted, and they were blown into powder one by one.

The pumice stone will also regenerate as long as the altar is intact.

Ken's fingertips kept flickering, and the power slowly moistened all parts of his body. The blue light shot up into the sky, and it didn't last long. It just penetrated into the clouds and never disappeared.

If let him describe by himself.

It should be said that the power left by [Winter Mother] was completely expelled.

The crowd's cries reached a climax, they didn't understand the connotation, they only knew that Ken alone activated the altar and created the breath of the winter mother.

"Look, his arm!"

I don't know who shouted.

Lost eyes found focus again, only to see that the brilliance dissipated, and the ice flower disappeared, but the black tattoo wrapped around it was extremely clear.

【Reputation +70】

That's the hallmark of Sandon Kaya!
Inherited from the ancestors, the symbol engraved on the battle flag from generation to generation!
Quima's eyes widened.

"But, but he's not even from Palotusbi!"

Some people raised doubts, not doubts, but expressions of shock.

【Evidence of Battle Banner】

[The highest position in the tribe is only given to those who can shoulder enough respect and responsibility. 】

Ken was short of breath.

He frowned and looked at the lines on the palm of his hand, the wind became softer, and he could hear the sound of melting snow, which was the recognition from this land.

[Qualification: 3.0 Wisdom 2.7]

That surging mighty power was completely transformed into attributes.

But he also found that the skill of [Winter Mother Sacrifice] disappeared, but the ice flower in his body was still there. If he was quiet enough, he could feel the ripple-like magic power slowly reverberating inside.

This also means that he has crossed the threshold of magic and has the foundation to learn various secret arts!

[Character: Ken Bouvier]

[Identity: Battle Flag]

In a sense, Zhan Jing is the leader of the tribe, responsible to all subjects, but not subject to belief.

【Sandon Kaya tribe (occupied)】

[Prosperity Level: E]

【Number of Residents: 11】

[Number of Troops: 8]

Ken abandoned distracting thoughts, focused on his engraving, and imagined gathering power on the blade.

He took a deep breath, and under the watchful eyes of everyone, a blue flame without temperature exploded, wrapping around both ends of the blade.

At that moment, even the bonfire that soared into the sky had to be slightly avoided.

The discussion in the crowd died away.

Everyone stood quietly, waiting for Zhan Jing to point out their future path.

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