Rifle charge in Ark, but without a mount

Several generals looked at each other, and then sat down impatiently. Listening to the sizzling sound of liver being grilled on steel, the battlefield filled with blood and flesh seemed to become quiet. Only their legion commander was humming a song softly.

"Child, child, wade through the snow.

Don't be afraid of the cold, you are a child of the north.

Steel and rock build your body, wind, snow and extreme cold temper your will.

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In extreme excitement, he opened his arms, and then a figure got into his arms. He stretched out his hand and skillfully scratched the other person's chin, and made a very attached purring sound, and began to rub against him in his arms. The sense of familiarity became stronger and stronger, and he couldn't help but ask.

"Heart.?"

The figure in his arms rubbed hard twice in response to his words.

Claude bit his lips, and his excitement almost made him cry. He hugged the figure in his arms tightly, but he didn't notice that the figure was so petite.

'boom! '

The sky was completely dark, and the street lights in the alley lit up on time, allowing Claude to finally see the figure in his arms. Then he fell into extreme shock.

"Heart!! Why did you become a woman?"

Looking at the girl's round cheeks, golden eyes and long hair with golden feathers in the white, Claude was so surprised that he couldn't even close his mouth. This lovely girl was now in his arms, snoring vaguely and rubbing her face in his arms.

But Claude soon recovered from his shock, and just as he was about to ask Hart what was going on, he suddenly discovered that there was an extra person at the exit of the alley.

The figure was tall and had broad shoulders. He took two steps forward and walked into the range of the street lamp. He showed the same long white hair and golden feathers as the girl. His resolute face, which looked like it was carved by a knife, was now cold as ice. He looked at Claude with an extremely unfriendly look, and his thumb could not help but rub the mouth of the long knife in his hand repeatedly.

The Rise of the Integration Movement: Chapter 90: Big Misunderstanding

Claude's eyes turned cold. He felt a strong aura coming from the newcomer. He didn't know this person, so he must be coming for Hart. He stretched out his hand to protect Hart behind him, then drew his sword. The blade flowed like mercury, and then turned into a ferocious beheading sword, with scarlet blood flowing on it.

The sword hummed in dissatisfaction, as if protesting against its master for not letting it drink blood for so long. It was looking forward to cutting flesh and breaking bones and enjoying the sweet blood.

I don’t know if it was an illusion, but after I protected Hart behind me, the man opposite me actually softened for a moment.

"I don't know who you are, but if your target is this child, you'd better retreat. Otherwise, I will have to end your life here."

The sharp sword in Claude's hand was pointed at the opponent's body. The heavy vortex sword was lighter than a feather in his hand.

The man opposite had his face completely hidden in the shadows, and he couldn't see his face clearly. Claude could only see him draw out the long sword in his hand without saying a word. The long sword in his hand was as tall as a man, with a slender blade and a slightly curved blade, which flashed with a chilling light. He held the handle with both hands and took a stance.

Claude no longer hesitated and pointed the blade of the voluptuous sword in his hand at the opponent's head. Once he confirmed that the person was an enemy, he would show no mercy.

Just when the two sides were on the verge of a fight, Claude suddenly felt someone pulling his clothes. He turned around and saw that it was Hart. She was pulling his clothes and shaking her head at him anxiously.

Claude realized something in an instant, but before he could think about it, the opponent had already attacked. In a life-and-death fight, there was no room for distraction, so he also went forward.

Both sides swung their swords with flashes of snow-like light, their blades tangled with each other, and a large number of sparks were rubbed off. Their movements were so fast that they left a series of afterimages, and the air currents caused by the swords tearing through the air even rolled up the fallen leaves on the ground. The hair-raising sword light illuminated the alley.

Claude swung a fierce horizontal slash, aiming at the opponent's waist. As long as the sword hits the opponent, he can easily cut the opponent in half. The vortex sword emits a death whistle and hits the opponent's upright long sword with terrible force. The heavy vortex sword undoubtedly took advantage. The opponent's slender long sword bent under this blow and was about to be broken. But at this moment, he made an extremely clever deflection, letting the sword blade pass by his blade, bringing out a series of sparks.

But then Claude kicked him hard in the abdomen. Before he swung the sword, he had already thought of several ways to deal with it. This attack undoubtedly destroyed his balance, causing him to stagger back a step. But he also reacted quickly and did not let Claude's counterattack succeed.

Claude couldn't help but frown. The other party was holding back. He could feel that the other party didn't use his full strength, and there was no murderous intent when he drew his sword. So he subconsciously held back, otherwise the flaw just now would be enough to seriously injure the other party. Seeing that the other party was about to attack again, he didn't think about it anymore. At most, he would subdue the other party and then figure out everything.

Just when they were about to fight again, a figure stood among them with a determined expression on his face and stretched out his hands to stop them. It was Hart.

Seeing that the opponent was about to approach Hart, Claude suddenly became anxious. He no longer cared about holding back, and violent lightning began to wrap around the sword in his hand. Then... he stopped.

Hart threw himself into the man's arms, and the man sighed and threw the long knife in his hand to the ground. He reached out and gently stroked Hart's hair. But Hart punched the man hard in the chest, causing him to step back two steps, cough twice, but only let out a bitter laugh.

The expression on Claude's face changed drastically. At that moment, he figured out everything. He also smiled bitterly and put away the sword in his hand.

"Come here, young man, and talk to me. Tell me how you managed to take my daughter away without my knowledge."

The other person walked under the street light, revealing a face that was 70% similar to Hart. His sharp eyebrows were looking at Claude carefully, from head to toe.

This was a handsome middle-aged man with long white hair and golden feathers. He looked like a Liberian, but his smooth and slender tail dispelled Claude's idea. There was no doubt that the race of the man in front of him was the former ruler of Ursus, the Hippogriff.

Now, there was no doubt that he was Hart's father in this world, and he and Hart had just had a ridiculous conflict, and someone was almost injured. Moreover, the other party had obviously misunderstood the relationship between him and Hart, thinking that he was a wild boy who came from nowhere and seduced his daughter.

This strange situation made Claude not know how to deal with it for a while, but inexplicably, Claude felt that he absolutely could not retreat now. So he walked towards Hart and her father without hesitation.

When she came to the other person, Hart saw that she showed a joyful expression, but the middle-aged man firmly grasped her shoulders and prevented her from going to Claude. And Claude noticed that Hart had not said a word from beginning to end.

"My daughter is a poor child. Her mother died very early, and I raised her alone. She was born with physical defects and can't speak. I know how innocent my daughter is, and you... Sir, I have never met you before. How did you get to know her under such circumstances? And what sweet words did you use to make her trust you in such a short time?"

Hearing what the other party said, Claude's expression became very strange. He didn't know how to explain to this father. No matter what he said, he couldn't explain why Hart was so close to him when he first met him. And looking at the other party's expression, if he didn't give him an explanation today, he would definitely not let it go.

Claude could completely understand the other party. After all, as a father of a single-parent family, he saw his daughter flirting with a wild boy he had never met before. If it were him, he would have wanted to kill this boy.

But now the protagonist of the story has become him... Claude hesitated. The other party is Hart's father and should be trustworthy.

"Sir, have you ever heard of past lives?"

Rise of the Reunion: Chapter 91: Hellagur

"You may find it ridiculous to tell you this, but in fact, this child and I both have memories of our past lives. In our past lives, we were the closest comrades-in-arms."

Claude himself felt that such words were nonsense, just like a not-so-clever charlatan trying to defraud something from the victim, saying that we were friends in the previous life. Although he was telling the truth, he still felt very guilty, especially since the man in front of him didn't seem to believe what he said easily.

Hart nodded vigorously in his arms. This scene really opened Claude's eyes. Hart's character has never been gentle. It is the most violent griffin in their group, and it is also the largest and most bloodthirsty. Except for Claude, it will not allow any other knights or fellows to get close to it. It has very rich emotions. If Claude hadn't restrained it on the battlefield, it would probably be dominated by its own emotions and rush into the enemy to fight to its heart's content.

But now Hart was in the middle-aged man's arms, quietly staying there, without any sign of struggling.

The handsome middle-aged man frowned and thought carefully when he heard his words. He seemed to believe it a little, which surprised Claude. He himself didn't expect that his words could make others believe him.

After a long time, the middle-aged man sighed, and the resolute expression on his face softened.

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"Although your words are very bizarre, I have to believe them."

Claude showed a curious look, and the other party continued.

"My daughter was born different. When she was three years old, she suddenly disappeared from home one day. Her mother and I were very worried and looked for her everywhere. When we found her in the bushes, she was drinking the blood of a hound... She tore off the hound's head with her bare hands."

He paused, a strange look on his face.

"I will never forget that scene. She was such a young child, but her hands were softer than cotton, yet she was able to tear the hound's head off. The expression on her face was so ferocious, as if she was drinking milk and guzzling fresh blood. My daughter is like a natural top predator, and she has mastered the skills of hunting since she was born."

He reached out, picked a fallen leaf off Hart's head, and ruffled his daughter's hair lovingly.

"That can't be explained by talent or anything else. No one taught her, but she was able to hunt wild animals skillfully. No matter where we locked her up, she would find a chance to escape. In less than a month, she killed all the hounds in the town. She was more like a wild animal than a human, able to tear the skin and flesh of her prey with her not-so-sharp teeth and nails."

"It took us a long time to get this child to slowly change those habits, but I know very well that her nature is still that powerful hunter."

"And this child is so close to you, I can't think of any other explanation except this. After all, she won't let anyone get close to her except me and her mother. So... sir, who was a comrade-in-arms with my daughter in her previous life, I believe what you say."

Claude was immediately relieved. Hart's father was unexpectedly reasonable.

"Thank you for your trust... So sir, what is your name?"

"Herag, just call me Herag. I'm just a warrior."

The white-haired middle-aged man picked up his long sword from the ground and put it into the sheath. He was wearing a thick black cloak that wrapped his whole body and hid the sword in his hand.

"My name in this world is Claude Aite. Just call me Claude."

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Charles placed his heavy battle axe on the edge of the table. The terrible weight made the floor make an ominous crackling sound. He quickly picked up the axe, squatted down again, touched the floor, and found that nothing was wrong. He learned his lesson this time and placed the axe flat on the ground. Sure enough, this time there was no unusual sound.

He heaved a sigh of relief and stood up. The heavy armor on his body made him look like a huge rock, with a terrifying momentum and heaviness.

This is the town hall of Chernobyl, and also his duty station. Today the general said he wanted to go out for a walk and refused his request to follow him, so he suddenly had nothing to do and simply stood guard here. Now it was night, and the next iron guard had replaced him, so he could take this rare time to rest.

He walked into a room, which was a temporary canteen where all soldiers on duty at the town hall could eat. He didn't find a chair to sit down, because no chair could withstand his weight after putting on armor, so he simply ate standing up, leaning on the counter and knocking, and the chef soon noticed him.

"What's wrong Char? Changing shifts so soon?"

He rolled his eyes and couldn't help but say.

"What do you mean by fast? I've been standing here for a whole day, and you're the only one who hasn't been out for a whole day."

"What would you like to eat? The general should be back soon, and you'll have a lot to do then."

"Meat, of course! Big chunks of meat! I'm starving, give me two glasses of beer too."

Charles yelled loudly.

"You only know how to eat meat. Don't you want to eat something else?"

"Eating meat will give you strength. Eating those tasteless things all day will make you weak!!"

The chef covered his head with a look of pain. This guy has always been extremely stubborn.

"The cracked beasts raised by the Ursus army are more nutritionally balanced than you! If you keep eating like this, sooner or later you will eat yourself into trouble."

Hearing this, the soldiers who were still in the cafeteria couldn't help laughing, and soon the whole cafeteria was filled with a happy atmosphere. And Charles didn't care at all, and even laughed along, continuing to urge his meat.

Soon, two large pieces of leg meat were served in a basin, but they were also served with a lot of green vegetables and taro, and a few pieces of bread were also placed on the side.

Charles looked at the chef helplessly, but the chef had a stern expression on his face, so he could only sigh and eat the taro, vegetables and meat together. After all, no soldier of the Integration Movement would waste food.

He ate very fast, gobbling up all the food like a whirlwind, not even wasting the sauce, and wiped it all up with bread.

After placing the plate on the table, he stood up and was about to say something when the door of the restaurant was suddenly pushed open. When he saw the man coming in, his expression immediately became serious, and his whole demeanor changed. If he was just as simple and honest as a silly boy in the village, now he exuded a ferocious aura like the most ferocious beast.

"Char, are you here too?"

His general, his master opened the door and walked in. He quickly stood up and stood behind the general naturally, also to guard against the two strangers who broke in.

"Don't worry, Charles. They are both my friends. Give them something to eat. I want some, too."

Claude took off his gloves, dusted them off, and asked Hellagur and Hart to sit down.

The Rise of the Integration Movement: Chapter 92: Confession

Herag was in shock at the moment. The young man his daughter met on the street turned out to be the current ruler of this city, the general of the Reunion Movement. Although he had long seen that the young man was extraordinary and had a terrifying murderous aura and majesty, he did not expect that the other party's identity was so shocking.

Herag is the head of a secret clinic in Chernobyl, called Azazel, which provides services for infected people. Although he is the head, he has no medical skills or management skills. The only thing he can do is to ensure that the clinic can continue. So during the days of the war, he strictly ordered all patients and doctors to stay in the clinic and not run around. His adopted daughter Nayin was responsible for managing the daily affairs of the clinic, while he was on guard against possible saboteurs around the clinic.

To his surprise, after the enemy captured the city, there was no massacre or destruction. The city was like it had never changed its owner, and it took only a short time to resume its daily operations, which also allowed him to relax his control over the clinic.

His uneasy biological daughter took this opportunity to sneak out. If it was normal, he would not worry too much about his daughter's safety, after all, he knew the child's strength. If a bad guy wanted to do something to her, the only outcome would be to be torn into pieces by her. But now is different from the past. Chernobyl has just experienced a war and it is a time of chaos. The city is full of well-equipped and fully armed soldiers. If his daughter clashed with them, the consequences would be disastrous, so he chased her out without hesitation.

But things always develop beyond his expectations. The general of the Reunion Movement has never shown up. Who would have thought...

All the soldiers he met along the way took the initiative to salute Claude. He obviously had a very high status in this organization. Moreover, the fanaticism and admiration in the eyes of those soldiers were so obvious that even he could easily see that Claude was the absolute soul of this legion.

The main purpose of following him was to listen to what he said about his daughter's past life. Although his identity surprised him, he could not forget the truth of why he came here. Thinking of this, Herag put down the knife and fork in his hand and began to brew his words in his mind.

At this time, Claude was dealing with Hart. After being apart for so long, Hart seemed very enthusiastic. The child wanted to get into Claude's arms as soon as he got the chance, but now they were in the cafeteria during meal time, and there were people everywhere. If they saw this scene, he would have no way to explain it.

So he could only push Hart's head back again and again, but Hart thought that Claude was playing with her, and she happily got into his arms again and again. The soldiers would have noticed him, the general, and Hart's behavior attracted more and more attention. Seeing that they had finished their meal, he immediately stood up and called Herag and Hart to follow him.

Herag immediately understood, pulled his noisy daughter, and followed Claude away.

It was not until they arrived at Claude's office that the two men breathed a sigh of relief. The solid wood carved wooden door had good sound insulation and the noise outside was immediately isolated. In the situation just now, they had no way of having a good talk.

"Please take a seat, Mr. Hellagur."

Claude pointed to the solid wooden chair opposite him, and Herag also sat on it. At this time, Hart was unexpectedly quiet and took a chair from the side and sat on it.

"First of all, I want to thank you, sir, for taking care of Hart for so many years. I know this guy's character..."

" Hart? Is this my daughter's name in her previous life?"

"That's right... Mr. Herag, I need you to swear on your warrior's honor that you must not reveal what I'm going to tell you next. Otherwise, I'm sorry I can't tell you."

Herag's expression suddenly became serious. He didn't think that the other party, as a general, would say anything absurd, so it must be a very important secret.

"I swear on my sword that I will never reveal anything I learn next."

Claude nodded slightly, acknowledging the other party's oath, then he stood up, walked to the door, and knocked on an inconspicuous pattern with his finger joints. The next moment, the whole room was dyed a faint blue by the light of the rune. Countless dazzling and complex patterns lit up on the wall, and it was unknown what effect they had.

After doing all this, Claude sat down in his seat and began to formulate his words.

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"Mr. Hellagur, I was not from this world in my previous life. I lived in another world. Hart was like me. She was my closest comrade-in-arms and my griffin. We have fought and died together on the battlefield countless times. For both of us, friendship in life and death is not enough to describe this relationship."

Claude reached out and scratched Hart's chin, which was her favorite action when she was a griffin. Hart rubbed her round face in his hand, proving how much she trusted the man in front of her. She was willing to entrust her vitals to this man without any defense.

Herag watched all this in silence. The irrefutable, ironclad facts were right in front of him: his daughter trusted Claude so much, just as she trusted herself.

She had only just met this young man, but he had been her daughter for more than ten years.

"We have fought in that world for our entire lives, and we can't even remember how many injuries we have suffered. Now that I think about it, we are really lucky. When we were far from being that powerful, we were lucky enough to survive..."

"Like I told you, Hart was not a human before this. She was my griffin. And I am the leader of the First Legion of the Human Empire. I have lived for 76 years, 60 of which I have been fighting. And in the last war. I don't know if I suddenly traveled through time or died of old age in my bed. Anyway, I appeared in the Knight Arena of Casimir as soon as I opened my eyes."

"I never thought that Hart could come into this world. I thought it would be a new beginning, but I didn't expect to meet my old friend again. This is probably the fate between us. Even though we are thousands of miles apart in this vast land, fate will still connect us and make us meet again in the end."