Othua's War Banner

Chapter 96 0095: Ice Front Picker

Before nightfall, Kuima rode a wolf at the village entrance of Santon Kaya.

A mount studded with horseshoes, stepping on peaceful land.

The busy laborers around and the late-returning fishing team all turned their heads and waved excitedly to the team.

Burke himself designed a mud brick.

Under the special cold wind in the north, it is hard and solid, and the materials are cheap, but it can expand the main road to a spacious and grand style.

"It's so beautiful, it's as tidy as Mule King's Bazaar."

Langz was wearing a piece of plate armor against his favorite stick. As he spoke, he rubbed his bare feet on the engraved floor tiles.

"Yes, it's beautiful."

Kuima also smiled, patted the mount's silver fur, and asked the breeder to take it away.

His ranks were dusty, with mud and blood staining everyone's cloaks.

The soldiers hadn't lamented for a long time. Training and conquest made their eyes dark and sharp.

The team was led by a wolf rider, followed by a heavy crossbow. The archer straddled various styles of weapons on his back and carried the spoils on his shoulders-mostly equipment, food, and steel and other materials.

The giant Langz glanced at Kuima, coughed and comforted him:
"My condolences, death is an unavoidable thing for soldiers. My father would say some decent words when he was not drunk, for example, where there is snow, there will be blood..."

The two of them were talking while looking at the center of the team, where there were two pairs of animal skins wrapped in vines, and inside were the dead.

Among the stubborn bandits was a demon priest, who hid behind the chariot and threw a fully charged ice blast to the team.

"Uh, I'm stupid. Generally speaking, this matter is not bad for you."

Langz pursed his broad lips, which was already exhausting eloquence to comfort him, and he could even touch himself in another role, but Kuema closed his eyes and sighed, and he said slowly: "I will confess to Zhan Jing. "

"What does this have to do with the boss?"

Quima opened her eyes and looked to the side.

Meng was sitting with his arms crossed on a rock in the shade.

Behind him was a mighty wolf crawling, both pairs of eyes were staring at him.

"His face is so ugly. Hey, what's waiting for me...it might be a good thing."

"How did the two of you get married?"

No one answered the giant's questioning.

He followed Kuima and added: "Meng is actually not as bad as you think. In the dungeon, he often fights with the guards for the sake of slaves, and he is injured all over his body. Otherwise, the boss would not be so easy to catch this kid."

Quema smiled but didn't answer.

He came to the altar as instructed and saw a neat team.

The cavalry stood in two rows, laying out the path to welcome the triumphant return. The fey wolves and the snow lizards were all crawling in the flames—a circle of small fires had already been lit at this time, and in the firewood pond in the center of the altar, criss-crossing The ground was filled with martyrs.

"Go home, rest in peace."

A steady and powerful voice sounded.

Ken wore his most stately black suede cloak.

The Albert battle armor on his body was already scarred, but those eyes became more determined in the wind and dust along the way.

Zhan Jing's words were not spoken to living people.

The ancient teachings of the Northern Territory clearly require that the return ceremony should let the dead go first. This is a respect for the homeland and a comfort for the living.

Quema knelt down and stood in the first place of prayer according to the tribal tradition, watching his subordinates cremated with his own eyes.

Black embers drifted into the distance with the cold wind.

Ken ended the silence.

He dispelled the grief in his heart and turned around.

On the outermost edge of the altar, the residents of Santon Kaya have gathered here.

They didn't all believe in the Winter Mother, but they still respected the ceremony, and they looked hopefully at the steps where the battle banner stood.

"We cannot bring the dead back to life. Grief is inevitable, but we must grow stronger for those who are still alive."

Ken pulled out [Dawn and Twilight], and received the power of the battle banner, filling the altar with dazzling light.

The floating stones began to rumble, they spiraled upward, spread out, and slowly rotated around the central fire pit.

[The altar can activate the magic container, and the active "spirit" will send the power contained in it to the selected person. 】

"I am ashamed."

Kuima sat kneeling on the steps, her body was straight, her head was drooping, and her beard was full of vicissitudes.

"The sneak attacking enemy is right in front of me. I draw the bow, but I am one step too late. The explosion blows away the arrowhead. I can only watch them die. Our compatriots... right in front of me..."

His lips and teeth were dry, and he clenched his teeth, but he did not shed tears.

Ken dropped the face of the morning and evening ax on the damaged shoulder armor of Quema. From the outside, this scene looked like a threat before execution, but in Palotusbi's sacrifice, it was a sense of ritual before reward.

The falconer's fists were clenched, with bandages wrapped around frayed knuckles.

Every inch of the bright red cloth is soaked with deep unwillingness.

"This is my promise to you, accept it and protect more people."

After the battle banner said, he bestowed a transparent crystal.

Kuima took it with both hands, and at the same time, the battle banner's sharp ax pierced the air, and the crisp cracking sound sounded before his eyes.

boom--

The lingering sound of the dissipated fragments echoed in my ears.

Kuima opened her mouth in surprise, and an extremely powerful force poured in from the wound, flowing through the whole body along with the blood...

"Cough, um."

He coughed in pain, every inch of his muscles trembled with the violent panting, and he calmed down quickly. If he had to describe it, it was as if a storm had just formed in his body, and a huge force flowed from every pore overflowed out.

　Happy weekend everyone.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)