Othua's War Banner

Chapter 72 0072: Dark coat of arms
[Giants join your team. 】

"Ranz, open the cell."

Ken handed the other party the rattling brass key.

He wouldn't foolishly call the giants by their names. Kulunbona is very remote, and the names and taboos of primitive tribes are basically passed down. The strange pronunciation, after being translated into Uma, becomes even more awkward.

"Those who want to challenge line up, I accept all of them, but move quickly, there is no time to delay in this ghostly place now."

Ken picked up the tomahawk, Tiehan fell into the shadows, and no one dared to speak.

Seeing that there was no one to fight, he went back to the spear-leader.

Cold sweat had soaked the other party's hemp clothes, and his whole body was wrapped in dust into a gray ball.

"Not at all, boss."

The giant man wants to ask for love, but he is relatively simple, showing a simple and honest spirit.

"Calm down, when the little one is raised well, there will be more labor force to bear the load."

The spear leader didn't say a word, his face flushed red from the intense pain, and he pressed his arms under his body, as if he was still a little impulsive to fight another round.

Ken picked up the opponent and poured experience points into it.

The spear leader stood up again with sound limbs, he clenched the iron plate tightly, and just as he made a move, he was firmly pressed against the cage fence by the giant.

"Mon, that's enough."

The strength and attitude of employers has been clearly expressed.

The Spearman couldn't break free.

He wanted to glare at his opponent, but he met Ken's calm and indifferent eyes. His thoughts were instantly seen through, his fists trembled, but his anger kept fading.

"Not reconciled? To me, or to Apostle Qi Bing..."

"There are times when everyone is helpless."

Ken walked slowly towards the steps, his tone was calm, but it pierced into the hearts of every prisoner.

"Failure, trough, weakness."

The boots clacked on the stone bricks, and they climbed up the stairs.

"According to the usual practice, you are the captives I bought. As the employer, I ask you to escort a group of people to the Santon Kaya tribe."

Ken stood tall enough to turn and look down on everyone, including the giant.

The black-skinned maid and the guard made way for the wall, ensuring that every guy who climbed out of the fence could immediately see the appearance of the speaker.

"I promise!"

He suddenly drank violently, like thunder falling on the wilderness.

"This will be the most difficult task in your life. It's a long way to go, and the only ones you protect are refugees. They are hungry, tired, and weak... just like your brothers and sisters who were slaughtered!"

The dungeon is dark and oppressive, the prisoner's eyes reflect fire

"Same village, same life, same enemy coming."

Ken growled at the bowing prisoners.

"Be grateful, not everyone has the opportunity to make up for their regrets."

Every sentence is tearing the scab in his heart, but he has to do it - only those who bleed and hurt will live more cherished.

The defense was silent, and the strange atmosphere made their bones numb.

The maid was secretly surprised, she found:

This group of captives is brewing a terrible power, like a smoldering coal fire, and Ken, who is standing on a high place and preaching, is the hottest flame.

This young man has more leadership than any employer she has ever met!
Just listen to him continue.

"The dead souls who woke up from the wasteland recalled blood and remorse, recalled the lingering shadows when they fell asleep in the middle of the night, and now, these refugees outside are uneasy, and their hope of survival will be on your shoulders..."

Ken let out a long breath.

The prisoner grasped the chain, as if he felt a void responsibility. At the same time, complex emotions surged in his heart. The two forces were intertwined, ready to tear his decadent skin apart at any time.

"Hope belongs to refugees. For you, the journey ahead is only ice and redemption!"

Ken's tone calmed down, but the power in his words remained undiminished.

"I know that not all of you faced the war voluntarily, but freedom itself requires a price, and you have experienced so many inhuman sufferings...

This time, don't lose again. "

The totems on the ceiling and floor tiles shone, and the dim light made the dungeon look like a purgatory in the illusion.

For a long time, no other sound was heard.

I don't know whose tears rolled into the dust first, and whose sobs broke the deadlock.

Then the prisoners moved, bowed their heads and formed a long line.

"Severe and decisive methods, wonderful speeches."

The black-skinned maid came back to her senses, and she bowed to Ken, expressing her admiration sincerely.

The guard unlocked the cabinet on the wall and took out various ironware from inside.

When the two of them walked around Ken, they lowered their heads subconsciously. It was completely different from when they first entered the secret passage. The little sense of superiority brought about by following Stephen in their hearts... was completely shattered.

Can't afford to offend.

The captives have been resold many times, and they are well versed in the process of buying transactions. Since they took the initiative to line up, it shows that they are willing to accept the employer's logo.

The guard selected a few pieces of cold-colored metal, buckled them into the card slot, and then locked them tightly to form a whole.

Their shapes are made into an ancient language in the north, and after abbreviation, symbolization, and translation, they just represent the identity of "Ken Bouvier".

The black-skinned maid picked up the porcelain vase on the table.

She mixed various complex potions to prepare a special liquid, and then applied it to the surface of the metal characters.

"This hand, don't cover the original part."

The prisoner at the front of the line spoke while offering his right arm sideways.

[Palotus is more particular about tattoos, which represent everyone's identity, past deeds, and firm beliefs. 】

Ken was sitting on the steps, and he was attracted by the other's right arm at a glance—this was an orphan of Qi Wen, a warrior who believed in Winter Mother.

He is a tribal battle banner, and under the glove is the coat of arms of Thornton Kaya passed down from generation to generation. When the giant descendant was beaten just now, the great power of the old god brought out by the blue flame seemed to be felt by the other party.

But the soldiers didn't say anything, they just took the lead in lining up, and they were the first to choose surrender.

The iron block coated with potion kissed his skin, the venom and the secret technique brought a little sting, and when the thing was removed, the coat of arms had been left in the corresponding position.

Dark and clear, representing loyalty.

The soldier turned around and walked to the side to wait quietly. He saluted Ken far away, not only to his employer, but also to the old god in his heart.

Defensive pressure is high.

They had never seen such a slave trade scene:
There are no heavily armed thugs next to them, the prisoners are honest and obedient, no sighs or communication can be heard, everyone just looks down at the shackles, checks the scars, and looks back at their past lives.

The jet-black coat of arms seems to have a huge attraction.

The prisoners took the initiative to go up and solemnly put it on their arms, backs of hands, even on their chests and necks, and no one showed any resistance.

[With your own charm, you have successfully gathered a group of sincerely convinced warriors. 】

A note popped out before Ken's eyes.

Based on past experience, he guessed that he would unlock new permissions again.

[As a battle flag with outstanding talent in the northern border, you can name the team you formed yourself, which is convenient for restraint and training, and also increases the sense of belonging. 】

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