Arknights: Studying medicine can't save Terra

"This child..."

Qi turned back to look into the depths of the ocean, a hint of emotion flashing in his eyes.

When he turned to look at Zaro again, Qi had already regained his composure:

"I can't answer your question either. If you really care, as a concession, I can personally take you to see Qi Yan to get to the bottom of it, even though I seriously doubt he can figure it out."

Zaro's nerves, which had just been relieved by his verbal sparring with Ducarre, tightened again.

He hunched over and bared his teeth.

This is a threat, isn't it!

This is absolutely a blatant threat!

Do you really think I'm afraid of that bastard named Qi Yan?!

“There’s no need for that.” Zaro’s eyes suddenly cleared. “Actually, after thinking it over, we’re all compatriots, it’s just that your existence is a little bit special.”

Qi tilted his head and remained silent.

Zhalo crouched down, crept closer to Qi, sniffed Qi's scent from bottom to top, and then quickly moved away.

"We've already exchanged scents, we're compatriots, so let's not say such formal things, okay? If anyone brings it up again, I'll get mad at them!"

Zaro's main tactic is to create a way out when none exists: "Since Texas is your friend, why bring up any agreements? Saving her was the best decision I've ever made since I was born. Look at Zaro, there's absolutely nothing wrong with your judgment!"

Everyone: "..."

The lack of audience support did not hinder Zaro's performance at all, as he launched into his talkative mode.

He nodded to Qi Lin and the others, saying, "I have something to do today, so I'll head back first."

Texas, I've watched her grow up since she was little. Whenever she wants to go back, she can go back anytime.

Our Wolf Lord's game in Syracuse is about to begin, and I need to get back quickly, so I won't linger here any longer. Just one thing: if you ever come to Syracuse, feel free to look for me. If there's anything I can do to help, I, Zaro, will definitely do it without hesitation. You all understand!

Ducarre curled his lip in disdain amidst the crowd.

Zaro's crimson eyes locked onto him instantly, and he bared his teeth, saying, "Except for you, you blood worm!"

“Your tail is tucked between your legs,” Ducarre pointed out deliberately.

Zaro, outwardly strong but inwardly weak, let out a wolf howl and forcibly raised his tail high.

Qi watched silently as Zaro relieved his tense nerves in this outrageous way, and suddenly an idea popped into his head:

"Actually, you can stay for a while. I'd be happy to exchange ideas with you. Also, if you witness Qi Yan's actions firsthand, it might help you resolve your doubts."

Yela instantly caught up with Qi Fuwei's rhythm, clapping her hands lightly and smiling as she said:

"Welcome Wolf Lord to our audience! We've gathered here because Qi Yan is challenging the being in the ocean to a duel."

"Is that so?" Zaro's damn curiosity was successfully piqued.

Texas lowered her head slightly to hide the corners of her mouth that were about to spiral out of control.

Although Zaro was badly screwed over by these guys, she actually felt really good watching it!

Carmen, hiding in the crowd, put in a tremendous effort to control her expression.

Although this is not appropriate and clearly unbecoming of Iberia as a major power, please give me a little more!

"Of course, I should also state this in advance."

Yela raised her hand, making the classic 'fingertip universe' gesture: "After all, that's a coordinated attack, and the audience will be slightly impacted. We'll need to work together to fight it off."

"It's fine!"

Zaro's tail finally started to swirl.

You see, these wolf lords were just bored out of their minds, so they came up with this trick of breeding fanged crickets to play fighting games to relieve their boredom.

With such great fun right in front of Him, how could He refuse?

When I get back and tell the other wolf lords, I guarantee they'll be green with envy!

"I'm in! With our lineup, catching the aftermath is a piece of cake!" Zaro swung his tail more and more enthusiastically. "But one thing, don't even think about letting me protect that bloodworm!"

Although Ducarre had a 'discretion' that he was falling behind the others, he still proudly raised his chin:

"Likewise, I have absolutely no interest in protecting dogs that have fallen into the water."

The man and the wolf once again engaged in a fierce standoff.

Chapter 1119 Frozen Lake Hot Pot

A figure stood on the frozen lake.

He had been waiting here for a long time; his thick down jacket was frozen solid, the snow covered him, and his graying blue hair was no longer able to respond to the wind's call.

Holding the Originium, the Doctor and Surtr arrived at the edge of the frozen lake and gazed together at the haggard-looking warrior.

“He’s dangerous,” Surtr warned.

"He has scales on his face," the doctor pointed out.

Surtr gripped his greatsword tightly, his eyes narrowing slightly.

Based on the other party's racial characteristics and the fact that he was in this location, she could easily determine that he was a soldier from the Northern Front.

He did not collapse, but instead fell into another predicament.

The bloodline from the ocean is devouring him, transforming him into the embodiment of another crisis.

Ektilniel's dry lips moved slightly: "Kill...me, kill...us."

Surtr warily held his greatsword horizontally in front of him.

The ice on the lake surface kept breaking, and with a dull cracking sound, it seemed as if something was about to emerge from beneath the surface.

Surtr turned to warn the Doctor to step back, only to find that he had lost his voice.

The sound of the wind disappeared, the sound of the ice breaking disappeared, and only a damp, ethereal ballad echoed here.

Surtr clicked her tongue inwardly as blazing flames danced across the blade of her sword.

She swung her sword, unleashing a sword aura that enveloped the entire frozen lake in orange-red flames.

The ice melted instantly, and a large amount of water vapor began to spread. From beneath the boiling water, strange creatures covered with hideous tentacles leaped out, attempting to pounce on Surtr, but were ignited by the heat wave halfway through.

Surtr stood alone with her sword, flames swirling around her, her eyes filled with an aura of dominance that looked down upon all things.

How can one person ensure the safety of a doctoral candidate amidst a large army?

It's very simple, just burn all the enemies to ashes!

As long as she kills fast enough, there is no difference between killing ten thousand people and killing one!

Surtr raised her greatsword with one hand, the burning tip pointing at her feet, ready to evaporate the lake water and her enemies in one fell swoop, when she noticed the Doctor beside her move.

The Doctor stepped out of the area protected by Surtr's flames and went straight into the lake.

Just as Surtr was trying to stop him, he was shocked to find that a large number of Originium crystal clusters suddenly grew in the lake beneath the doctor's feet, forming a bridge made of active Originium on the lake surface.

Even Surtr couldn't help but take a half step back when he saw this.

Such active Originium clusters are so dangerous that ordinary people would start their countdown to exploding into powder just by touching them, let alone getting close to them.

"What's going on? When did the doctor acquire this ability?"

Surtr muttered something to himself before realizing that the voice that had disappeared had returned.

On the lake, the Doctor had already approached Ektilnir, which was floating on the water.

The warrior was clearly enduring some kind of pain, and some kind of voice from within him urged him to fight for survival and drive away all the enemies he saw.

But human reason is also roaring, reminding him that he is transforming from one monster into another.

“Kill…me,” Ektilniel struggled as the doctor approached.

The doctor glanced at him.

The next second, a large number of cone-shaped active source stones pierced out from the bottom of the lake, instantly penetrating all the sea creatures in the lake.

Ektilnir was not spared either; a thick, active Originium cone pierced his abdomen, leaving him suspended high above the lake.

His eyes widened, and he spat out a mouthful of green blood.

Before leaving, Isamara used her blood to transform him into a blood relative, eliminating his collapse and transforming his body into a sea creature.

Now, with the active source stone running through his body, it has brought him new suffering.

The Originium clusters, symbolizing Oripathy, are growing on Ectilnir's body at a visible rate.

Ektilniel: "..."

Amidst the endless pain, he even felt a strange urge to laugh.

He actually experienced all three of the long-standing calamities that had plagued this land.

"I only glanced at him and didn't agree to his request," the doctor muttered to the air beside him.

The Originium cone that pierced through Ektilnir instantly disintegrated.

Ektilniel floated helplessly on the water, the blood gushing from his wounds gradually turning from green to red, and the calls from within him gradually weakened.

"Great, another one saved. I should be able to get an etched badge."

The doctor chuckled and continued walking on the bridge paved with Originium.

Precys gently held the doctor's hand, showing no resentment at being used.

She was willing to do her best to fulfill any request the Doctor made, and now that the Doctor was willing to complete this outrageous game, she was willing to provide all the help.

Surtr, standing by the lake, glanced at the receding Doctor, then at Ectilnir drifting towards them, sighed, and resignedly took over the cleanup work.

Swinging his greatsword to unleash a fireball that blasted Ectilnir to his feet, Surtr tried to recall the few medical skills he had as a Rhodes Island operator, and directly pressed the scorching greatsword against Ectilnir's wound.

The aroma of roasted meat wafted up instantly.

Ektilniel: "..."

His body convulsed uncontrollably from the excruciating pain, and he said in a trembling voice:

"Girl... this injury won't kill me... I can actually take care of it myself."

Surtr was taken aback, and hurriedly and awkwardly sheathed his greatsword, hiding it behind his back as if he were burying his head in the sand.

Ektilniel: "...Thank you both for your rescue. The danger from the ocean is ahead. Don't act rashly. We need to gather more warriors to fight together."

Surtr glanced at the Doctor, who had already reached the other side of the lake, and said somewhat urgently:

"The doctor will handle everything. You've been given a second chance at life, so you should hurry back to your tribe and recuperate."

Ektilniel's eyes showed even more pain as he glanced across the misty lake surface.

Because of Surtr's heating, the lake has turned into a giant natural hot pot, with a large amount of half-cooked protein churning inside, and active Originium spreading as seasoning.

“My people are all here,” Ektilnir whispered.

Surtr looked even more embarrassed and decisively kicked the greatsword behind him away.

Greatsword: "..."

“I have no intention of blaming you,” Ektilnir explained. “My people did not survive the torment of the two calamities, but it was your intervention that freed them. The Father of the Ancestral Spirits and Anma will embrace their spirits.”

"You are all respectable warriors, but I'm afraid you will not be able to participate in the battles that follow."

Surtr advised, "If you are still able to move, you should return to the rear immediately. The defenses there need a leader and the intelligence you carry."

Ektilnier clutched the already ripened wound on his abdomen and stood up, enduring the excruciating pain.

Surtr watched the other's movements with trepidation, fearing that he would witness the horrific sight of the man's internal organs spilling out of his wounds at any moment.

Fortunately, that scene did not occur.

Ektilniel's formidable physique and willpower allowed him to survive the three cataclysmic disasters, and now, facing this near-fatal penetrating wound, he felt a sense of utter contempt, as if it were nothing to him.

"Hey, be careful. Or should I help you treat your wound?" Surtr said nervously.

Ektilniel refused without even thinking.

This warrior, who could face any disaster without flinching, surprisingly spoke with a hint of fear when he refused.