The Riddler Get Out of Terra

——Only Faust can break this rule of silence, but looking at the expression of the only disciple of Tartarus, he clearly likes the current silent atmosphere.

So the crowd had no choice but to wait. The old, weak, sick and disabled who had not been given cotton-padded clothes were shivering in the increasingly lower temperature at night. However, they saw Tartarus motionless, so they had no choice but to follow suit and remain motionless.

How long can these old, weak, sick and disabled people endure in the wilderness without these young and strong people who can forage for food from the tundra?

No one wants to know the numbers on this time.

Chapter 50 Mine Trip ([-])

How long can a silence last?

No one would want to know.

But under the pressure of Tartarus, the infected were forced to explore this.

The young and strong infected people who returned to the team were led motionless by the senior people. The old, weak, sick and disabled were also infected by the heavy atmosphere. They could not speak and did not dare to move. They were mixed with the evergreen pine trees in the ice and snow.

However, humans have limits.

Before being stopped by the infected people led by Tartarus, this group of infected people were still looking for food. They had not had time to absorb a trace of energy. Coupled with the cold wind raging in the plains, they were already on the verge of reaching their limit.

——In Kazdaele in the south, freezing to death is just a joke, it is anger against the bad weather, but in the cold weather

of Ursus, which is a description of a manner of death.

The young and strong can wear the cotton-padded clothes and trousers of the picket team to keep warm and can hold on for a while. What about the old, weak, sick and disabled without these?

Finally, among the crowd, a child of the same age as Faust and Mephistopheles could not hold on and staggered to the ground in the snow.

Kachi-

The weak sound was too obvious at the moment when even the wind had stopped making noise, so that everyone present noticed the little one's difficulty in supporting himself.

Even Tartarus, who was standing in front of everyone and didn't know what he was thinking, noticed that the red dragon suddenly came back from stillness, startling everyone who was paying attention to the child and secretly paying attention to him with the corners of their eyes. .

The young and strong team was obviously in a commotion for a moment, but they were stared at coldly by the senior people beside them, recalling the horror of Tartarus killing all the pickets with a single movement.

So they could only stop their activities and watch with eyes wide open as Tartarus slowly walked up to the little one.

Click, click—

The little one heard the sound of Tartarus approaching. The sound of the friction between the snow and the soles of his shoes was so terrifying at the moment, as if it was connected to his heart. Alex knelt on the ground in despair, watching Tartarus step by step. Enter.

You managed to escape from the mine with great difficulty, are you about to lose your life now?

The little boy stared desperately at Tartarus's slender calves, watching the two curvaceous white jade pillars one after another in front of him, and then, a beautiful face with a smile suddenly appeared in his sight.

—It’s Tartarus!

The red dragon looked at Alex's dirty little face without hesitation. He had shown two kinds of smiles not long ago, one was calm and calm after killing the pickets, and the other was Faustian. The encouragement and appreciation after defeating the strong leader, and what was now presented to Alex was the third one.

This is a very warm and sad smile.

Alex couldn't understand the wave of sadness in this smile, but he understood the compassion that couldn't be hidden in the curve of Tartarus's lips, so he finally gained the courage and boldly apologized to the new leader who squatted down:

"Yes, I'm sorry! Leader, I didn't mean it! I just, I just..."

"You're just too hungry and too cold."

Tartarus looked at Alex's stuttering explanation and spoke very directly.

Alex didn't speak. He just stared at Tartarus blankly, watching his thin and red lips like maple leaves spit out realistic and cruel words:

"You're just too cold and too hungry. It's not easy for infected people to live in the tundra. If I'm not wrong in my estimation, you have been without food for two days. A carefree and unsheltered child like you may have never had enough to eat. .”

"In other words, no one here, young or old, strong or weak, has ever had enough to eat."

Alex's eyes were red, and he didn't know why, but after Tartarus revealed this cold reality, the white-haired bear's nose became sore and his eyes became hot, and tears could not be suppressed and streaked down the bridge of his nose. On "clothes" that are no different from rags.

Ever since he was dragged out of his home by those vicious inspectors, he had been living in danger and without enough food to eat.

During the days when he was imprisoned, tortured, sent to the mines, and whipped, pain and exhaustion were his eternal friends.

Alex was unable to escape from the mine despite all the hard work. The surrounding area was deserted and flat, with every black spot conspicuous. The soldiers in the mine each had a steel crossbow.

He was saved by a passing lady.

Alex will never forget the scene of the beautiful woman who called herself "Shizuka" accelerating a kilometer away, easily avoiding a volley of veterans and dense crossbows hitting the mine directly.

She descended from the sky like a god, killing all the vicious soldiers with three punches and two kicks. Her extremely powerful body violently shattered the air, and every time she punched or kicked, there was a thunderous explosion!

Everything ended quickly. At that time, Alex fell to the ground sickly. The guard viciously stepped on his back and whipped him. Alex felt his body light up. When he looked up again, he realized that it was just the lady punching her in the air. The effect - with a bang, the Ursus guard who was more than 20 meters away from her was blown to pieces.

The rot of flesh and blood was smeared all over the floor, and Alex's clothes and pants were covered with the smelly blood of the guards, but he no longer cared about this:

"The food depot is over there. Grab what you can carry and run!"

The lady yelled at the infected people who were surviving the disaster.

Then...the crowd suddenly changed!

Everyone ran towards the food area like crazy. The originally timid prisoner was as crazy and excited as an evil spirit. Only Alex suddenly turned around in the crowd and asked the lady's name as she walked towards the mining area.

"I don't want to change my name, but I don't want to change my surname. The Yan Kingdom talks about Shizuka. If the Ursus people want to take revenge, let these filthy beasts come to me!"

Alex was very, very grateful to that woman. Without her, he would have just rotted in the mine. In the end, he was executed by the guards before being seriously infected and exploded, and died a worthless death.

But life outside...is also hard.

There is no food or shelter here, just the hostility of ordinary residents and the endless pursuit of pickets. Even though he receives a lot of care from this group of infected people, Alex the little bear still doesn't have enough to eat.

Tartarus's truth was the last straw that life gave him.

"Cry, cry," Tartarus comforted him in a voice as gentle as a lullaby: "If you cry, you won't feel uncomfortable anymore. If you cry, you won't have to fight hard to hold on."

The red dragon looked with pity at the old, weak, sick and disabled people who were barely surviving in front of them. He looked at their frail bodies so thin that their bones were exposed, and saw their timid demeanor, which made them tremble with fear even when being looked at.

He wasn't angry or disappointed, he just sighed and snapped his fingers——

The warm realm rose, the ice and snow melted, the cold wind warmed, and Alex's body that was frozen by the cold continued to be released. He looked at Tartarus who had caused all this, and his cries gradually faded away.

In his domain, coldness lost its existence, and the infected people struggling on the tundra tasted warmth.

Under the astonishment of the newly surrendered infected and the familiar eyes of the seniors, Tartarus stood up straight, turned his gaze to the west, smiled and said:

"finally come."

Chapter 51 Mine Trip ([-])

The people who came rushing all the way in the dark were wearing cotton-padded clothes that were different from those of the pickets, but the thick fabric and dull color were no less than the former.

In the tundra, there are very few organizations that can wear such clothes.

As the team got closer and closer, the infected people mixed in the "pickets" became more and more noisy. Even the women, children and elderly people next to Qiao Lun began to tremble, and uneasiness continued to spread throughout the team.

As one of the largest clusters of infected people in this area, people are no strangers to the organization wearing these clothes.

——The Slave Catchers, with their shameless viciousness no less than the pickets, compete with the former for the existence of the three notorious organizations in the tundra.

How did they come?

The silent crowd began to whisper, like countless ghosts wandering in the snowfield, facing inevitable natural disasters with fear and anxiety.

But not everyone is anxious and fearful.

The infected who originally followed Tartarus didn't move, Faust didn't move, and Tartarus didn't move either. The slave-catching team stopped as a whole less than a hundred meters away from the gathering place. The leader stopped in front of everyone. He stood in front of him and recited the mantra, and soon, a strange fluid with radiant colors appeared.

They are his subordinates!

The young men who stayed in the "picket team" reacted quickly. They looked at the picket team uniforms they were wearing, and then looked at the cotton-padded clothes of the slave catching team on the opposite side, and they quickly came to a certain understanding in their hearts.

"The three serial numbers of the infected group of the courier team are here! A new batch of supplies has been brought. The convoy is half a kilometer away. It has enough fuel and can reach the nearest base at any time!"

The man who released the fluid strode forward. Before the person arrived, a powerful roar could be heard. The infected people wearing picket cotton-padded clothes looked at him with shame, and were impressed by the confident temperament of the man who was also an infected person. Feel strange.

But Tartarus didn't care about this. He just waved his hand and pointed at the women, children and old people in front of him. Then the infected messenger team wearing the cotton-padded clothes of the slave catching team quickly approached. The team dispersed for a while, revealing the central position holding a big man in his arms. The messenger of the incubator——

After being completely reunited, they quickly split up. The smaller group walked towards the "pickets" that were standing neatly, while the larger group approached Tartarus without even listening.

Snapped--

The messengers opened the incubator, and the charming aroma of wheat spread like a storm, catching everyone's nostrils late at night. The heat condensed into white mist in the cold tundra night, and when it hit people's faces, there was a faint layer of mist. water droplets.

No one found this offensive. The infected people who were accustomed to living without food and clothing opened their nostrils and smelled the abundant food. The soft aroma of wheat that was completely different from cold and hard dry food was something that many people did not dare to hope for in their dreams. They watched. The box in the arms of the messenger team has a longing for pilgrimage.

So the messenger team came closer, and with a smile, they handed the steaming bread to each standing "picket".

Faust was also given one, and the bread was warm to the touch. It looked like it had just been made at the nearest base not long ago. It was quickly packed into boxes and moved to prepare for delivery in time to the location where Teacher Tata collected the infected.

Seeing the people around him stuffing the bread into their mouths and wolfing it down, Faust imitated their actions and took a big bite, filling his mouth with the aroma of warm wheat - which also contained dried fruits that are almost extinct in the tundra. , a delicious mess.

The newcomers were not polite when they saw the old man swallowing the food, and they accepted the hot food without any unfamiliarity. Some of them gratefully said thank you to the "slave-catching team", and the latter smiled back.

The team of thin infected people on Alex's side also welcomed the "slave catching team". They also opened the packaging box, but what was inside was not the fruit for the "pickets" who were going to participate in a life-and-death battle tonight. Dry Bread - Inside are white clumps of dough that look like balls cut in half.

If there is a Yanguo person here, he must shout "Steamed buns"!

However, most people in Yan country are willing to stay in their hometown even if they are oppressed. They will not and cannot go to the freezing tundra to find a master. Alex doesn't know the name of this thing at all, but he puts the warm fermentation into it. He devoured it with tears in his eyes as he processed the dough in his mouth.

The hungry swallowing sounds behind him told him that many infected people were desperately putting food into their mouths - they had been hungry for so long that warmth and softness had almost become a beauty that could only be found in dreams.

Good pronoun.

The "slave catchers" did not eat bread or dough, but after the last "picket" member who stood upright in the ice and snow received the bread, the members who distributed the bread trotted closer to Tartarus and handed over the remaining five or six loaves. The box was carefully placed next to the red dragon.

Tartarus smiled at the approaching team members and said:

"Thanks, Vermeer, I'm actually a little hungry tonight."

He randomly picked one out of the incubator and stuffed it into his mouth. While swallowing, he pointed to the team members who were distributing the dough——

"Everyone is a little hungry. Share the bread with the team members who are exhausted on the way here."

He whispered to Vermeer.

Vermeer, who didn't expect that the leader would remember his name, was about to lift the box and continue distributing it, but Tartarus pulled his sleeve. He looked at the leader, only to find that the red dragon used its delicate fingers to remove the bag that he had not bitten. He tore off a large piece from the edge and handed it to him with a smile:

"You're also very tired, so secretly eat a little."

"But you haven't spent a day..."

Vermeer quickly wanted to refuse.

"It's ok."

Tartarus turned around and dug out some clean ice and snow. He didn't see him doing anything. He just held it in his hand. These crystals stored in the tundra for many years quickly melted, and the source of human life soon appeared. Floating three centimeters above his hand.

"Don't worry, if you can, bring me a small half of the steamed buns,"

Tartarus swallowed part of the liquid separated from the water balloon to relieve the dry taste of the flour products: "I'll give it a try. If the process needs to be improved, I can also talk to the old masters at the base."

"Yes, leader!"

Vermeer bowed his head in reverence to the leader, and slowly and slowly approached his colleagues. He spoke a few words to the team members who were distributing dough, no, steamed buns, and soon they were given a whole piece of steamed buns.

"Thank you."

Tartarus smiled at Vermeer, divided the bun into two parts, and handed half to Vermeer.

"No, no, no, leader, I just need to eat half of the bread. The captain took us all the way here in the land vehicle. We didn't rest for a long time. Let's give him this piece!"

Vermeer said shyly.

"It's okay, Vermeer, you can eat first, and you can share the bread in your box with Legier later, please."

Vermeer timidly took the food given to him by the leader, surprised by his gentleness and tolerance towards his subordinates - there are very few such people in the land of Ursus, this land is like a curse, many times There will only be rough and brutal Ursans.

Chapter 52 Mine Trip ([-])

The voracious eating lasted for a short time. When the last infected person swallowed the ice and snow into his mouth to quench his thirst, he tore out his own small half of the steamed bun and gave it to Alex's Qiao Lun, who stood up.

He stared at each infected person who had finished eating the bread or dough, with a mixture of gentleness and intimidation in his bright red pupils. Then the crowd quickly fell silent, and the infected people who had filled their stomachs once again returned to the silence they had before the "slave catching team" came over. .

"Women, children and the elderly follow the messenger team." In the stillness of the night, Qiao Lun issued an order to Alex's team in a low voice:

"The messenger team will take you to the nearest infected base, where there will be hot water, food, and infected people who were also persecuted but have now been rescued."

"Once you get there, you will build your own home."

Qiao Lun's promise still broke the guard of the infected people who had finally fallen silent. People looked at Qiao Lun with hope, and their eyes lit up.

"Also, I would like to ask, does any of us know anything about the nearest mine?"

His next words plunged the atmosphere into dead silence again.

Mine?Mine!

How many infected people have nightmares?