Othua's War Banner

Chapter 86 0086: The night of the home
Many feared that Ken was gone and never returned.

The newly gathered confidence of the Santon Kaya tribe has been exhausted in the past two weeks without any news. Everyone forced themselves to work and use exhaustion to relieve panic. Almost no one dared to imagine that the battle banner could be brought back So many refugees.

Burke's rich reading experience told him:

Even if there are many difficulties, Ken will not die outside easily.

Now, overcrowded residents filled the houses, and for the first time since the bandits came, so many smiles could be seen in Sandon Kaya.

The rising bonfire illuminates the busy crowd.

The refugees didn't feel sorry for their strength when they were busy. When everyone was carrying the goods, they were still wiping sweat a moment ago, but suddenly they shed tears, and the people around them would consciously step forward to comfort them.

Joan walked along the edge of the fire with her clothes in her arms.

She still remembers the lively scene of the last time, when the old warring of Thornton Kaya was not dead, Hamsin would introduce himself to the uncles of the hunting team, and the feast of celebration would always last until sunrise hour.

Through food and fire, people can forget their pain and live stronger after venting.

But this time, Hamsin was not there either, he died on the altar of Winter Mother, in the battle against the Qi Bing apostle's striker.

"I heard that he is a battle flag."

"From now on, we belong to Thornton Kaya, and he is also our banner."

The refugees cooking soup and sawing logs are chatting.

Joan walked quickly, and along the way, almost all the topics revolved around Mr. Ken, even the ten ferocious warriors with coats of arms, called "Heila", were all convinced by Zhan Jing.

She deftly opened the side door of the public bathroom.

It's still early, and no one will come here in advance except for the cleaning village women.

The bathroom designed and built by Ken is quite warm, and the hot and humid air makes people short of breath. As long as they stay here long enough, all fatigue can be completely washed away.

Joan tucks the dry laundry into a waterproof leather bag, within easy reach of the freestanding tub.

She paused for a moment.

Being alone is the most tormenting, a quiet environment will force people to look directly into their hearts, and the worries of the past period will surge up uncontrollably.

"Phew~ everything is fine, it's good to be back."

There were so many things she wanted to tell him, from beautiful frost flowers to rows of fences.

There were so many things she wanted to ask him, from the hardships of the journey to the unhealed wounds.

But first, the banner is Thornton Kaya's first night back home, and there are more people who need Ken Bouvier.

Joan exited through the side door.

The sound of the banquet was one after another, and the smell of food wafted from every corner. The fishing team who had been notified had just left the ice, and looked at the bustling village in amazement.

All the things to be happy about have been collected...

Time to laugh.

"Hey, there you are. Mrs. Tennyson was looking for you just now."

Meg passed by.

She seldom saw Joan smiling. This kind of clean and clear expression can comfort people in the cold wind in the north.

The two girls walked side by side to where the cheers rose.

In the distance, the snow in Santon Kaya turned light gray, and the scenery of Xinglang Yunshu was quiet and charming. Arthur was lying on the luggage quietly in a daze, holding a bottle of spirits corked tightly with a barn.

"Stars, beautiful."

He avoids the light of the campfire and enjoys the purest night sky.

The sky is dark under the eternal frozen waterfall. During the long and boring learning process, the dwarf artisan recalled the moonlight of the old times countless times. The sky is full of magnificent and dazzling wonders, and the powerful and huge monsters can block the stars.

"The more beautiful something is, the easier it is to break it."

Meng said coldly beside him.

Except for Langz who was feasting in front of the bonfire, everyone else in Heila didn't like excitement. The laughter of the village residents would silence them, and the happiness they once had would tear the scabs from their hearts.

Arthur closed his eyes and said nothing.

Meng withdrew his gaze, and turned his attention back to his hand, a steel knife with a crystal bone handle, with the bear seal of the Donggege tribe tattooed on it.

He looked at it carefully for a moment, then put the thing into the sheath.

The rotating sentry has returned. Who would bear to miss such a grand feast?
Moreover, the assembly of troops means that the defense is gathered to the most compact state, and the village where the battle flag is located is not afraid of any challenges.

Mon left disappointed.

He didn't allow himself to feel the warmth, every companion who died tragically in his memory was screaming, and the mutilated soul was urging him to take revenge.

Sandton Kaya is surrounded by construction sites.

A few dummies were inserted in the shadows in the distance, and the rags swayed in the wind, as if provoking the lonely beast.

whoosh-

Meng used his foot to hook up the prongs next to him, and hit one of them precisely.

When he saw this kind of grass target, he thought of the archers in training, and naturally thought of Kuima, who was trusted by Ken and could control a formation by himself.

The Winterge Tribe values ​​independence.

Meng has been instilled with a sense of competition since he was a child. The pride of a fighter will not harm his teammates, but he will force himself to work hard and surpass everyone around him.

"The strong are worthy of respect."

He felt hot again in his chest, and the snow was rustling when he stepped on it. This place had deviated from the main road of the village and was on the edge of the forest.

Meng adjusted his breathing and listened carefully to any slight sound in the wind.

He inquired about a very important thing in the afternoon:

The Fei wolf king that Ken was riding was the leader of the clan, and there were more than ten wolf cubs with him. When the wolf riders were formed in Santon Kaya, because soldiers were scarce, there was only the last Fei wolf left. .

It is kept in the wild and occasionally spotted by patrolling sentinels.

When Meng heard the news, he pressed the other party for more details on the spot. He vowed to get this Fei wolf before anyone else and turn it into his own mount.

Blades of grass are blown, and snow is crushed into thin ice.

Meng's chest was heaving, his blood was boiling, but his thoughts and senses were strangely clear—here the beast came.

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