Othua's War Banner

Chapter 35 0035: Formal Takeover

Where is he from?
The male soldier frowned and trembled.

Around the altar, everyone shut up and stared nervously at the young man.

Ken thought he didn't need to say much, because the blood and fear in the air had already made it clear enough.

【You broke into the funeral in Kee Village, and the villagers looked at you in horror. 】

Even so, before the last step, the soldiers still blocked him with a battle formation full of flaws.

"Who do you believe in?"

Ken asked in a cold voice, in a calm tone, without pausing.

The spear moved away when it was approaching the throat, and no one had the courage to make a move, because the team behind him all walked into the flames, and all the people who came were warriors riding wolves, with weapons in their hands, and there was only one order left. .

Ken stood in front of the altar and clicked his tongue.

The male warrior seemed to be aware of his dissatisfaction, and almost subconsciously said: "We serve Mother Winter and pray to the old gods for abundance."

Ken glanced back at him.

That gaze was very steady, with faint approval, and the oppression of being in a high position.

He got the answer he wanted, so he lifted his winter jacket and raised the battle banner on his right arm. Amidst the rising blue flames, the onlookers retreated from the platform one after another.

All kinds of exclamations.

Old people, children, women and children, soldiers, civilian husbands...

Under the gaze of everyone, the altar was lit with blue light, and the flames formed a snowflake with crystal petals.

The pumice becomes translucent and bright.Rotating continuously with Ken as the center, the mighty power it guided was like a dam breaking, and the flood flooded, drowning everyone present.

But the crowd is not suffocating, but very comfortable.

Mother Winter's hands soothed their uneasiness, the howling storm in the night was tamed, and the snowflakes in the sky were shining with gentle light, like falling stars.

【Reputation +80】

[Village Kee: Friendly attitude]

Ken's five fingers clenched into a fist.

The brilliance was shattered, the altar stopped turning, the cold wind poured in again, snowflakes slowly fell on the heads of everyone, and the bonfire lit at the funeral was still hunting and burning, illuminating the expressions of everyone present.

"Mother Dong is here."

An old man spoke, and then led the two priests to kneel down.

【Unconvincing village head】

[Attitude: in awe]

Ken saw a crowd of people kneeling in front of him, most of them were frightened, they didn't know what they were doing and why they were doing it.

The repeated ravages of war and faith have numbed man.

Survival instincts are driving their behaviour.

Herd mentality plays a huge role in this moment.

"Stand up, count the number of survivors, and gather all those who can take up arms to me."

Ken began to order in a deep voice.

His order came so directly and without euphemism, it was power in the hearts of the crowd.

"But……"

A doubt.

Everyone stopped again.

It was still the thin village chief, who said, "You must at least tell us how to communicate with Winter Mother. As people from the north, we also want to hear the voice of the old god. This is Kee, and Not Thornton Kaya, we need to have a good talk."

The male warrior clenched his spear, gritted his teeth and closed his eyes.

At this moment, he felt a shame he had never felt before. It was like this every time. When someone made a decision, there would always be voices of doubt or opposition.

He stared up at the young man, shouting in his heart.

Don't compromise, don't hesitate, be strong!
I saw Ken turn around, the condescending shadow overwhelmed him, and slammed the ground with a cold question: "The power just now, is it the old god you serve?"

The village chief's tongue was numb.

"Yes……"

He wanted to change the subject, to refute, and to get the respect he deserved from the visitor.

Ken took half a step forward.

A cold light flashed on the metal handle of the steel sword.

The village chief pretended to cough and ran down from the altar.

"Prayers and sorrows are over." Ken turned to face the crowd. "There are still enemies out there, we don't have any time to waste, count people out, grab your weapons, and I'll lead you to live, it's as simple as that."

Ken's voice shook the stone floor.

There is nothing wrong with the feeling of the male warrior, this is the strong tone he expects, the unparalleled courage he wants to have.

"Shelter, fire, and hot water."

He muttered softly, took a deep breath, and then walked towards the opposing team.

Kuima opened the carriage, and the singer was terribly frozen, his eyes trembling erratically.

The team repaired and found a few houses with complete roofs, and then lit their own fires. The discipline was strict and orderly, which surprised the team in Kee Village.

"food."

Hearing this, the male soldier lowered his head.

"Come with me," Kuema smiled and patted each other on the shoulder. "you misunderstood."

Then they brought out from the carriage two heads of salted venison.

"What does it mean?"

"Food, for all."

Someone spread the news, and the hungry and cold villagers smiled.

Ken looked around, surrounded by the remaining combat power in Kee Village, without too many conversations, counted the number of survivors, and rearranged his weapons.

This kind of thing is done every day, but it has become extraordinarily orderly tonight.

[Tribal Warrior X7 Militia X5 Archer X6 join your team. 】

"Quema!"

he shouted.

The person carrying the [Tendon-Binding Long Bow] ran over in response.

"These shooters are handed over to you. Find a high slope before dawn and make some traps that can be used."

Ken looked at the Khe team that had just suffered a serious setback. Although the number of combatants was twice that of Santon Kaya, they were slightly insufficient in terms of basic quality and combat experience.

They lack a leader, and every time they meet the enemy, they have a narrow escape.

The two teams officially merged.

The Fallen wolves were crouching around the bonfire, the breath of wild beasts could deflect the flames, and the weapons of the Painted Ice Apostles and Marauders were much better than the standard equipment in the village.

The wolf rider, the freelancer, quietly closed his eyes and rested.

Exude the aura that a veteran should have.

Kee's team was miserably mixed in, like a few chickens mixed into the "Rum Giant Bird", so weak that it was conspicuous.

Ken inspects villages along the way, and the villagers murmur their thanks for the food.

【Location: Kee Village】

【Prosperity Level: D】

【Number of Residents: 32】

[Number of Troops: 28]

He accompanied the sentry to climb up to the tallest watchtower, overlooking the whole village from a condescending height. All he could see were the outlines of dark ruins and bumpy fields.

The snowflakes are still falling, and the cold wind is pungent, with moist water vapor.

[Lubeck River] flows quietly in the cold night.

A ten-step-wide bridge crossed it, built with rough wood and stones, with several obvious gaps, and the gaps were filled with invisible arrowheads.

Ken returned to the ground, recalling the lights on the other side of the river, the figures among the tents.

He gave the last order of the night to the long-awaited team: sharpen their weapons, go to sleep quickly, and at sunrise, let the sinners pay their debts with blood!
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