The Flag Signal of the Blackwater War Banner

This thing was honestly a little disgusting, but Zong Shen could not afford to care about that now.

With chainmail gauntlets on, he simply raised his hand and caught it.

Even through the chainmail glove, Zong Shen could feel the sticky texture of the saliva.

He took out a bucket of clean water and poured it over the strange token in his hand, giving it a thorough wash.

The Gray Shadow Avatar controlled by Firelick Carlrig raised its head. Perhaps, in its view, humans truly were an overly fussy species.

To the bold Dark Orcs, let alone saliva, even more disgusting bodily fluids would not bother them. That was simply because they were thick-skinned, and because of their uninhibited customs and temperament.

Put nicely, it was called not sweating the small stuff; put poorly, it was called having no standards.

But no matter what, Zong Shen simply could not put up with it. Disgusting was disgusting—it was merely a matter of differing standards.

Once he had finished washing it, he pinched the thing between his fingers and examined it.

It was actually a tiny banner.

Its lower half consisted of a flagpole and base, about fifteen centimeters long, with a black velvet banner at the top.

It was not actually that small in Zong Shen's hand. After all, Zong Shen's build was not on the same scale as that of a Dark Orc Knight with Behemoth bloodline.

Thus, something that looked like a chess piece in a Dark Orc Knight's hand appeared somewhat larger in Zong Shen's hand. An object's size was always relative.

"Grrgl..."

The Gray Shadow Avatar spoke at just the right moment.

"This is a token of the Blackwater Battle Banner. There are only three in total."

"As long as you carry it, you can ignore the