Othua's War Banner

Chapter 44 0044: Restless ambition
Kuima noticed Zhan Jing's expression.

When Ken seldom showed his emotions, at this time he was breathing a little shortly, the corners of his mouth curved into a dangerous arc, his amber pupils were shining brightly, and he was staring at the stone giant in the distance.

He searches his memory for common sense.

Mandi, in the Umma language, is closer to the earth, and when you read it, it will give people a sense of ancient, magnificent, and unattainable vicissitudes.

"call--"

What a sound, it's so noisy, oh, it's my own heartbeat.

Ken was indeed shocked at first, but then, the excitement in his bones couldn't be restrained...

This is a living monster!
On the Usua continent, there are countless monsters and undead, how many legends similar to Mandy are there, how amazing are the complicated and strange secret arts, what kind of power is the original appearance of the old god's great power, and what can humans do? to what extent?
Want to see, want to understand, even want to conquer!

Kuima and the others have lived in the wasteland of Palotusbi for generations. Their ancestors passed on their education, and subconsciously engraved their reverence for the gods and their devotion to the faith. Therefore, in the era when miracles are retreating, they dare not offend them in the slightest. .

Ken was different.

He woke up alone, without stereotypes, and he didn't care about the eyes of others.

What he has is the courage to fear death, the calmness to judge others, the curiosity to spy on the world, and the ambition to realize his dreams.

Even if Ken didn't make a note...

He will probably also become a wandering mercenary, completely traveling the mainland in his memory.

But since God has given convenience and the arrangement of fate is in the palm of his hand, his life will only become more willful.

Ken took a deep look at Mandy.

Perhaps it was an illusion, although the other party was facing the sky, it seemed that he had glanced at him from the corner of his eye.

[Don't use the battle banner certificate. 】

The note popped up instantly, as if trying to prevent a certain tragedy from happening.

"I'm not stupid."

Ken muttered a few words and turned his head.

The war horses and soldiers retreated a bit, even Kuima was too scared to look at Zhan Jing, let alone bear the heat in his eyes.

Ken looked normal, drove the wolf to the center of the crowd, and counted the goods and the number of people.

"Come on, let's go back."

He led the team again and stepped out of the shadow.

In the background is a dim sun, an arcing horizon, and strange giants who remain silent.

The soldier's mind is empty.

They were born in a small tribe in the countryside, and they were so shocked that they felt the call in a trance, and their bodies acted subconsciously, hanging behind the battle banner like ghosts.

……

On the side of the starting point of the Flynn Trail, a temporary camp.

The vendor sitting at the table looked like an ordinary person, with a smile on his face, he kept writing on the ledger with a quill pen.

After the horses and chariots were prepared again, the elf mercenary remained silent in the tent for a moment, as if waiting for the order to set off, because he knew the difficulty of the commission.

"Go away, he may be dead."

The elven blood can perceive nature. Not long ago, there was a commotion in the wind, and many creatures in the plain were frightened.

The vendor shook his head. He put down the quill and stroked his enchanted glasses.

The elf narrowed his eyes, and seemed to recall a lot of past events: "You always use your benefits to tempt others. Those who are brave and greedy will die in your mission."

The vendor leader holds up a finger.

He tore off a page from the account book on his own, and baked it beside the oil lamp. The simple and damaged paper gradually became solid, exquisitely crafted, and had an excellent handle, as if this was its original appearance. .

"Is the interest bad?"

The merchant spoke calmly, and took out a piece of wax from his arms.

"In the face of interests, the courage to meet the challenge, the strategy to assess the situation, the ability to survive in the cracks, and the sense of accepting when you see it..."

The merchant said while printing the signature on the parchment just now.

The wax oil was pressed into shape by the steel seal, and the [Piston Ke] military seal with interlaced swords and shields was completed. The entire parchment entrusted was very similar to the one delivered to Ken.

"Who can assess these contents at the same time? Of course it is a benefit. You will be able to see clearly what kind of person you are."

The vendor sandwiched the parchment into the letterhead and put it away together with the heavy and simple ledger.

After he finished all this, he continued to play with the monocle in his hand, as if it was a gold coin with rich experience and many hands.

"Which number is this?" The elf mercenary crossed his arms. "What's on him?"

"Southern faces," replied the peddler. "The leader of the tribe in the northern border, according to the name, seems to be a battle flag?"

As he was talking, he suddenly laughed, with an unusually friendly face.

"I think this person's way of doing things is very interesting, and his style of leading the team is also different from those idiots in the empire. To be honest, I am willing to introduce a talent for Piston Ke. Of course, the premise is that he can show the corresponding ability. Row."

When the night was darkest, Ken led the team back to the camp.

The booty was quite heavy, and the team was much bigger than before they left. The soldiers unloaded the carts at the main entrance, and the parched horses and Fei wolves were taken to the rear.

Ken strode past and saw a neat line of carriages outside the camp.

The servants and laborers slept nearby, quietly, no one gambled, no one bragged, and no one even brought out the fake wine they had secretly hidden.

The team reflects the level of leadership.

He walked back to his camp and saw the merchants and elf mercenaries waiting here from a distance, and then realized that he might have underestimated that guy.

"You are really an outstanding leader. The order of our caravan has been settled." The merchant in a plain cotton jacket smiled warmly, and seemed to be ignorant of the details, but instead complained. "You don't know, those officers in the barracks may not be as efficient as pack horses, and our delivery schedule is very tight every year...but now it's all right!"

[Kingdom Pistonke: Welcome]

"Frankly speaking, I am the beneficiary."

Ken didn't hide his thoughts, and asked directly: "That mountain-like rock, Mandy, do you know what it is?"

"what?"

The vendor blinked, showing a real sense of bewilderment. After the other party described what happened carefully, he frowned and began to think.

"Hiss, Mr. Ken, you unexpectedly encountered a legendary creature."

He showed the excitement that ordinary merchants should have, repeatedly emphasizing what kind of opportunity this would be, how much force the empire would use to conquer it, and the value of the materials that could be obtained.

Ken's eyes lit up, and he raised his hand to interrupt him.

The flame in his eyes that had been extinguished all the way was ignited again, and his ambition made it difficult for him to maintain the calmness he should have. He almost blurted out: "Can humans defeat legendary creatures?"

The merchant let out a long hiss.

At the end, the other party nodded.

His gaze at Ken became more complicated.

"Of course, as long as you think about it, this road can work."

　Thanks to the vote king "Ebony Fish God" for voting last month.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)