The Riddler Get Out of Terra

This is not to say that they have experienced many battles or small-scale battles of the same level, but that they have seen and caused death so many times that they then searched for the remaining finances, stripped off their clothes, and then searched for the remaining finances with several crossbows full of arrows. He casually threw the poor man's body into a snowdrift and did it with ease.

——The infected rebels who have been harvested one after another in the Ursus tundra are the best weapons for training. As long as they are not unlucky enough to encounter the terrifying Patriot squad in the tundra, the soldiers of Ursus have plenty of opportunities. Cut off the infected person's head and play with it.

Of course, people with conscience and ability have other choices. People without conscience and ability have other choices.

People who have no conscience and no ability are like a fish in water here, people with conscience and no ability can't survive in the Ursus army, people without conscience and no ability... aren't they being heavily armed to harvest the "lucky ones" who ran away from the mobile city?

"Oh, she's so thin and dark, even the brothels will lose money if they take her!"

The soldier snatched a few crumpled bills from the hands of the skinny woman whose original appearance could no longer be seen, and only the tattered skeleton left to prove that she was a person. The soldier stared at her rib-like body and scanned it up and down, and spat in disgust.

"Hey, brother, are you still interested? It's a pity that those bitches with infected people will easily get sick if they interact with them. Otherwise, who would be short of women!"

The soldier next to him, who was peeling off the boy's clothes that were still stained with dust, looked at him with a bad look on his face. He picked up a saber and stabbed the boy's body, while telling dirty jokes nonchalantly.

"That's true. I don't know how they look so good, but there are actually a few who are so fat!"

The soldier who had already removed one of the shoemaker's arms laughed and continued.

The infected in the mine always look miserable, but the infected who escape from the mine begin to behave in all kinds of strange ways. Those who are tough enough among them will unite together and hide in the depths of the tundra to establish wandering communities. They communicated with each other, relying on the natural conditions of being infected, and barely survived Ursus's malice.

——Then it was directly cleaned by the Ursus war group who came from time to time to clean up, leaving pale corpses and putrid internal organs waiting in the snow for ferocious beasts to pick up food.

After killing a lot, it was natural that they would meet a few infected people with extraordinary talents. The harsh living conditions, natural disasters that struck from time to time, the malicious intentions of normal people's farms spread across the tundra, and the long-term displacement did not completely destroy them. Beautiful, the lucky ones among the wanderers still have the opportunity to bloom with the color of life.

But being found and seen by the Ursus Chapter was the greatest misfortune in their lives.

"Recently, there have been fewer and fewer infected people, and there has been less and less news about the mines. Those towns in the tundra that deal in origin stones have actually started to do leather and meat business and sell mutton sheep!"

Another soldier who came to help casually mentioned the strange phenomena in the eastern tundra. He chuckled and spouted out his favorite things to do in the tundra before being transferred back:

"But those big white sheep are so young! They have a good temperament and wild eyes. I don't know where they got the good stuff!"

"Oh, that's because you haven't seen the good stuff inside." A well-informed veteran retorted disdainfully, lowering his voice and saying mysteriously: "Don't look at the variety of stuff we usually have fun with. , the really powerful ones are kept in black cloth cages and trained carefully by them!"

"Hey! What do you say, how do you say it?!"

Someone immediately became interested and encouraged the veteran to tell the secrets of the eastern tundra.

"Those women look like they are from noble families. Their skin is as white as snow. Their eyes look beautiful even if they shed tears. They have big breasts, perky butts, and thin waists. They are all beauties!"

The old soldier also became interested, and began to point his fingers and tell the wonderful things about the slaves he met, making each of the big-headed soldiers who had not eaten meat for a long time after leaving the eastern tundra made them eager to move.

"Then why don't those people take out those things?! Do they look down on us?!"

A young and impetuous guy got angry and stamped his boots hard, causing a sticky layer of wet dust to float on the ground stained with the blood of the shoemaker's family.

"what are you saying?!"

However, what awaited him was not approval, but looks from most soldiers that looked like they were mentally retarded.

"Those slaves are all gifts to the nobles. Otherwise, why do you think the eastern tundra is so popular even after there are no Origin Stone resources? We still have to spend money to go to the tundra towns. Isn't it because there are big nobles supporting them?"

Someone couldn't help but sarcastically told the truth of the world, and the veterans looked at each other in tacit understanding, and the Crossbow Team laughed after the search was completed.

As for where those slaves came from, who cares?

It doesn't matter to them whether she is the daughter of a noble in trouble or an ordinary woman who has been carefully trained.

In Ursus, there are many nobles who have lost power. The brutal strife between the old and new nobles after the Wudong War has created so many broken families that noble slaves once became a popular commodity in the dark market.

Oh, then you must not have thought that these women are the slave-catching team and comrades who were just assigned to you not long ago.

Under the muddy ground full of blood, a strange, dark liquid was moving quietly. When most of the soldiers left, leaving only a few unlucky ones who picked up the bodies and threw them into the snowdrifts, a wisp of mottled liquid appeared on the surface. Densely packed eyes appear on the surface.

He calmly glanced at the three corpses that had been stripped of their clothes without dignity several times. After a moment of hesitation, he finally selected the thinnest piece of rotten meat and soaked it in without anyone noticing.

The soldier holding the dead boy's spine looked down doubtfully:

Did the corpse tremble just now?

This is not dead? !

He stared at it for a few times, thought about it, and then took out his knife and struck it a few more times. The sharp blade pried open the boy's skull, and even the brain was mixed into mud.

This time I was lucky enough to survive and die.

The soldier made a rare joke and threw the body with splattered brains on the snowdrift with a bang.

After a round of heavy snow, all sins will be buried.

No.20 Two

Chapter My name is Joseph (End)

Ursus deserves no sympathy.

When Joseph Dzhugashvili woke up from death again, the consciousness in his body had changed.

This short Ursus boy had been stabbed through the heart by thousands of arrows just now, and his skull was cut open by the scimitar of the Ursus soldiers. His brains were spattered and he lost a lot of blood. It looked like he was unlikely to return from death, but he At this moment, he was really standing on this land, silently staring at the two relatives in front of him who had the same experience as him.

Their willpower and Origin Stone skill bonus were not enough to turn them into steel-colored feathers like Joseph in the baptism of [Blood Is Not Cold]. They were just two solitary white feathers that could be seen everywhere in [Jolan].

Like the role they play in Ursus.

Joseph stiffly twitched the corners of his mouth, trying his best to awaken the long-lost humanity in his thoughts through the sting of his soul.

His current state is very strange, like a normal adult being stuffed into children's clothing that can only be worn by children. His muscles are bulging with caution for fear of breaking the body. The perspective seems to be divided into two, one is in the mobile city. One person silently stared at a pool of flesh and blood in the distance outside the snowy field, while the other person stared at the entire scene indifferently, indifferent to what Joseph had experienced and suffered.

Joseph is tearing his heart apart, taking from his memory the rare sentimentality of Ursus people, stimulating the indifferent god a little bit, and letting insignificant joys, angers, sorrows and joys emerge from his thoughts as calm as the sea.

What is divinity?It is to overlook all kinds of strange things and countless clues and suddenly realize that these have nothing to do with you. It is to be able to see the context of an entire era and capture every personality who tried their best in the wave of the times but was crushed by history.

It was the smile when he discovered that Aslan Pasha, the first generation of Victoria, was still shouting in the psychic sea. It was the sudden coldness when he observed Victoria and found that Aslan Pasha's commitment and persistence were ignored by future generations like farts. Breath of Kings is a legend created by Aslan in Victoria, but his indifference is the most obvious and inferior truth under the skin of Victoria civilization.

It was when he observed the warriors of Dayan chanting joys, sorrows, joys, sorrows, grievances and hatreds, and looking around at the court and the enemy chieftains, that ordinary people without force and knowledge were like weeds, living in silence and unable to control their lives. , a martial artist who is skilled in martial arts carries his burden and climbs mountains and crosses mountains as if walking on flat ground. He feels that he, who has been trained and trained hard since childhood, is the most common sample in the entire Yan Kingdom - and has not considered at all that just the medicinal materials teachers needed for him to practice martial arts when he was young. , it takes some people to save up without eating or drinking for a year.

I saw Ursus blindly singing a history of killing. Nobles, soldiers, and even most ordinary citizens were nostalgic for the days of massacre of other races and wanton plundering of other countries' resources, while desperately squeezing the infected who were comrades in the history of killing. The absurdity is reflected in the contempt and meanness of those who watch Ursus, from old to young, including a certain immortal who was bred by their desires, eager to create death and war wantonly.

There are also Colombia, Rem Billiton, Letania, Casimir, Syracuse, Lateran, Sami...etc., etc., humans cannot see the inner logic that they cannot understand in their lifetime, [ It doesn’t even take a day to observe it go from glory to desolation.

One thing might inspire sympathy, but what about thousands of the same things happening over and over again?

In the past, there were countless stories that were more miserable and more desperate than those experienced offline; in the future, it will be an endless cycle without learning a single lesson. The blood will eventually cool down and the enthusiasm will no longer exist. One person’s commitment represents He cannot observe the entire era, but [God] is an individual who is separated from the era and observes the entire ethnic group.

Let such a being feel sympathy and grief for a strange tragedy in front of a small city?

It seems to be difficult.

But what if God himself is cooperating, and can even find a certain obsession in the depths of spirituality that corresponds to Joseph’s trivial emotions?

As Jorum was gradually touched by Joseph's emotions, miracles that were unbelievable even from the perspective of the Immortal of Terra began to appear in him:

The internal organs penetrated by the sharp arrows trembled endlessly in the heart-wrenching creaking sound, and the cracked skull was re-glued under the replacement of "Blood Is Not Cold". It was unclear whether it was flesh and blood or the flesh of something more weird. Filling the mind, what flows through the limbs and bones is no longer blood, but demons singing lamentations.

Destroyed by death and conspiracy, and dumped on the snow like garbage waiting to rot, the human form returned to the earth. He touched the bloody muscles, looked at the internal organs that were beating around without support, and the teeth that were adhered to the flesh and blood. He curved his face without any concealment, revealing a smile that showed his gums.

Ah~Ah~AhAhAh~AhAhAh~AhAh~AhAh~

In the mysterious and beautiful singing, large tracts of fleshy hyphae jumped out from the depths of the body, layer upon layer, densely covering the surface of Joseph's body. His throat burst into laughter, and in an instant, he stayed in Chernobyl. What was outside Gecheng was no longer a pitiful skeleton. No matter where you looked, it should be an Ursus boy appearing in the same place.

No, if the former Joseph was a boy who had grown up but still looked childish due to long-term malnutrition and cowardice, then the man standing here now is already a man.

He has a pair of piercing eyes, but his firm will is more eye-catching than the sparkle in his eyes; a straight bridge of his nose, slightly thick but always pursed lips unique to the Usas people, and sharp edges.

The bone shape has sharp angles and sharp outlines, and the body is a little stronger than the skinny skin...

Joseph was already a warrior, not a boy who had not yet graduated from Chernobog.

'Next, there's Chernobog. '

He stood in front of the mobile city that was about to leave, sniffing out the fear, pain, malice, and meanness that pervaded the entire city. His recovered body lightly patted the ground, and the blood and water wrapped in the soil surrounded him again, slowly. Slowly transforming into an ordinary autumn coat.

A very thick one.

Mephistopheles and Faust were trying to speed up the road to Chicheng. Bodrokast, who realized something was wrong from Chernobog's movement trajectory, followed them closely. Froststar wanted to come together, but was blocked by Tower. Ertalus refused and stayed behind to prepare supplies with Alex.

Several mobile city "sacrifice" including Qicheng are moving to the north of Ursus. Many cities selected by the military early are carrying empty "materials" and ignorant citizens. Crash into Kazdare, and under the force of the well-prepared officers, these Ursus civilians will quickly transform into cannon fodder for the attack on Kazdare.

And I expected all of this.

He narrowed his eyes and walked towards Chernobog.

Chapter 23 The Night Before

"The Ursans are coming!"

A divine light flashed in the darkness, and a pair of fierce eyes suddenly woke up from their sleep!

Hao Zhao straightened up from the bed, and the quilt covering his abdomen and lower body stood up on his own, twisting and folding into square tofu pieces.

The orange cat got up and went to the ground. The sheets straightened out behind him. The tofu cube also jumped forward, grabbed the ignorant pillow and flipped it up. With a bang, the pillow that had been thrown awake immediately puffed up and became as neat as the quilt. Less than half a second after Hao Zhao left, a brand new bed with no wrinkles visible appeared behind him.

Hao Wenyuan, who was in charge of the defense of Athens, didn't care. He tentatively reached out to the clothes hanging on the hanger. The dejected clothes immediately shook his body and jumped off the shelf. His top was floating in the air, and he couldn't find his pants and took off his shoes. He was so angry. He jumped up and walked toward Hao Zhao, twisting and turning.

The orange cat reached out to the clothes that were approaching, and these rickety clothes soon opened their arms to their owners:

The top automatically untied and wrapped around the orange cat's strong chest and abdominal muscles, and the trousers dropped to the ground. As Hao Zhao walked forward, the cat was put on Hao Zhao's body in an orderly manner.

Before the orange cat could continue to issue orders, the military coat that had been waiting on the hanger for a long time automatically rushed towards Hao Zhao, just like the wind and fire repeatedly emphasized in the Tiger and Leopard Cavalry Creed, coming menacingly and directly. Come and go.

When the orange cat walked out of the living room, in front of the dressing mirror in the entrance hall was the majestic and murderous Athenian guard "Hao Zhao, Hao Wenyuan".

"Uh-huh-?"

It wasn't until he walked to the door that Xi, who was lying sleeping in the sea of ​​consciousness, woke up and dimly saw the huge double moons in the night sky of Athens through Hao Zhao's eyes.

Tonight is the double moon season. The two unknown moons are extremely close to Terra. The huge star covers the entire Athens. The cold moonlight falls on every building in the new city, like dunes composed of endless white sand.

They are like tombs that bury the past of civilization.

"Why did you wake up?"

The little mirage, rubbing its eyes, flicked its tail upwards and asked without interest.

Since settling down in Hao Zhaozhihai, Xibao quickly relaxed as if some shackles were untied. He was eating well and sleeping well. Before the New Year came, he did nothing except painting and occasionally chatting with Hao Zhao. Unlike when the new year comes, Xibao's daily fun will add another element of incarnation to pick up the common ones and run after the new year.

Who made that melon sister inexplicably weak so much that even she couldn't beat her!

Thinking back to those days in the distant past, I was tricked by a street kid into eating Hell's Spicy Hot Pot, I was squatting at home while painting, and a street kid picked up two kicks and blasted open the door, then pulled it out by the corner, okay? It is easy to go to an inaccessible place to paint, only to be caught up by a street kid and burn the painting...

Xibao silently drew out his sword and prepared to exchange feelings with a certain melon sister late at night.

"I don't recommend that you go now. After all, with Nian's personality, he will probably take Kong Ming shopping around in Athens, and from time to time he will visit the training room of Tiger and Leopard Cavalry."

Hao Zhao saw Xi's menacing attitude early and reminded him in time.

Although Kong Ming's character is such a bother, he is too lazy to argue with Xi, not to mention Nian found out that Xi can actually become cheerful, maybe he is reliving the relationship between sisters:

After all, many years ago, the hated Miss Nian really annoyed many brothers and sisters. She was afraid of loneliness and turned into a destructive power. In order to attract the attention of her brothers and sisters, she changed her eldest brother's martial arts inheritance beyond all recognition. True or false, I did a lot of things like replacing my eldest sister’s wine cellar with a chili warehouse.

And as the weakest among Nian Xiang and the easiest for Nian to succeed, Xi will be targeted by her many times...

It can only be said that Miss Nian is more capable than Xi Gua, and can easily suppress this sister Gua who has often stayed in the studio for many years.

In addition, this guy Nian told all her dark history to others, causing Miss Xi to lose face in front of Hao Zhao. With the combination of old and new grudges, her long sword was already thirsty!

Then she heard that Kong Ming was staying with Nian.

"...I'll go on to rest

a while. "

She canceled her incarnation in the outside world with just a hint, and immediately settled into a comfortable curled position in Hao Zhao's sea of ​​consciousness, and lay back down again. When Hao Zhao paid attention again, Xi Bao had already closed his eyes and was ready to enter. Deep, sweet sleep.

Xi was still a little scared of Zhuge Kongming who could make Hao Zhao talk calmly. The Orange Cat Killing Fist could make the old beast and the remains of the real dragon kneel on the ground and meow. Kongming probably also had many powerful and terrifying abilities - —Otherwise, with Xi’s understanding of Nian, this street kid would say he doesn’t like Dayan for one thing or another, but let her leave Dayan?No need to think about it.

As a result, he left Dayan in the next year. If Kong Ming played no role in it, Miss Xi would definitely not believe it.

So how did Kong Ming abduct Nian to Kazdaele?

It can't be that Nian himself was sent to his door out of curiosity and Kong Ming said, "If God is with you, you will be blamed if you don't take the blame", right?

That's just too stupid.

Miss Xi thought of looking for trouble in an aggressive manner, but Miss Nian couldn't help but laugh when she was knocked down and taken away.

With Nian's seemingly carefree but stubborn character, his seemingly arrogant but cautious character, it was hard for her to believe that Nian would make such a mistake.

Let’s ask later.

Before Xi Bao fell into a dreamless and peaceful sleep in Hao Zhao's sea of ​​consciousness, such thoughts flashed through his mind.

Sensing that Xi had fallen into a deep sleep, Hao Zhao let out a breath and walked silently to the top of the Athens city. It was the highest command point of the Tiger and Leopard Cavalry, and it was also the location where Ursus would be most vulnerable to attack once Ursus attacked.

At the speed at which the mobile city on the border of Ursus abandons supplies and travels lightly, Kazdaele will receive the first impact of Ursus as soon as tomorrow.

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