Rifle charge in Ark, but without a mount

Yan Kingdom, Longmen and Victoria: Chapter 3 Wolf ()

Claude used this method to cut in line and suddenly reached the front of the team. He delivered the Lappland in his hand to the tent, and luckily, the doctor on duty here was his acquaintance, so he didn't waste any time explaining and quickly got the people he brought treated.

The person in charge of leading this medical team is a little Sarkaz girl named Fleur. When they were in Rhodes Island, Claude got along very well with Ceobe. He could often see the two of them hanging out together after their classes. After being poisoned by knowledge, this friend who came to see her would often make Ceobe very happy.

And every time he came back, he would mention this little girl to Claude, and after a while they became familiar with each other.

"Quick! Send her back to our ship for treatment! We don't have the medical facilities to treat her here."

After checking Lappland's physical condition, Furong suddenly became flustered and ordered her team members to push the other party away on a stretcher. Claude also followed just in case, and this medical checkpoint was taken over by another idle team.

Seeing the medical operators of Rhodes Island frantically putting on oxygen masks and life monitors for Lappland, although the Luper girl still looked indifferent, she did not refuse the help. After all, who would easily end their own life if it was not necessary.

"Mr. Claude, could you tell us about the patient's basic condition? This is the information Dr. Kal'tsit asked us to file."

Furong made a very reasonable request, but the key point was that Claude didn't know the specific information of the girl, so he could only turn his head and look at the patient on the bed.

Laplander had an oxygen mask on his face. Although his body was in severe pain, he took off the mask and said:

"I came from Syracuse... I am now a wanderer, and I have no other identity."

As soon as Lapland finished speaking, Furong immediately put on the oxygen mask and said:

"Lie down nicely, your oripathy is about to break out! From now on, you must fully cooperate with us."

Probably everyone will feel guilty when facing a doctor, but the ferocious-looking Lappland just kept his mouth shut. They rushed all the way to Rhodes Island along the bridge of the port, and the guarding operators had no intention of stopping them. As early as on the way, Furong had already sent a message to the ship of Rhodes Island. At this moment, the senior doctor team was on full alert and soon received this extremely dangerous patient from the medical team.

Seeing that Gavial and Kal'tsit accepted Lappland, Claude was finally relieved: this girl would not be able to cause any trouble here again.

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The part of the body that generates power in most living things is the muscles. The contraction of countless strong muscle fibers brings the power to drive the body to move. Generally speaking, the dimension and density of the muscle fibers determine the amount of power that the body can burst out, but creatures like griffins seem to be born to violate this law.

A sturdy adult griffin does not have exaggerated muscle dimensions. In order to fly, they will even try to reduce unnecessary weight, so their body does not feel bloated at all. There are smooth muscle lines under the gorgeous golden or bright brown fur. Just looking at the appearance, no one would have thought that this creature could tear a forkedhorn as tall as a hill in half.

The size difference between the griffin and the pronghorn is huge, but this huge land beast has no ability to fight back in front of the griffin. The only beast that can compete with it in strength, the Behemoth, has a huge body, so the power of the griffin is even more difficult to understand.

This noble beast is highly praised in the empire, and many families choose to use the griffin as their emblem. The emblem law established by the emperor himself clearly stipulates that in order to use the griffin as a family emblem, the direct nobles of this family must achieve sufficient merits in three major battles to obtain this supreme honor.

Children's favorite thing is to make toys that look like griffins. Knights always want to carve griffins on their armor. Griffin eggs are always the most valuable items on the black market. They are precious enough to make some nobles take risks and even violate the emperor's laws to get them.

The air knights riding griffins have a high status both in the army and among the people. Their repeated victories have made the griffin, a powerful and noble beast, a unique cultural symbol, symbolizing the power and lofty glory of victory, and have made everyone in the empire like griffins.

Hart is a personal beneficiary of this situation. He always likes to sneak out to the nearby farm to find one or two delicious and tender prey for a big meal when Catavials is negligent. The reason why he is so unscrupulous is that he finds that even if those humans see him, they will not do anything to him, and sometimes they will even take the initiative to give him prey to eat.

Then they would take this opportunity to approach him, marveling at the golden feathers on his body, with an unconcealable joy on their faces. Even if Hart didn't understand what they were saying, he could understand what they meant. So this pleasant experience allowed Hart to sneak out of the camp again and again, randomly choosing a large farm to enjoy the hospitality.

Even if that guy scolds me loudly afterwards, I just have to pretend that I don't understand and continue doing my own thing next time.

Like now, this is a great opportunity.

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Ars looked at this guy warily. His own griffin had very beautiful golden fur, without any other colors on its body, as if it was made of gold. It was obviously a huge and ferocious beast, but it had a peculiar sense of refinement. If one only looked at the appearance, his own griffin was undoubtedly the most outstanding.

At the beginning, his colleagues envied him and thought he had the best companion. But soon... he became the unlucky guy that everyone sympathized with. This griffin with excellent appearance had a cunning and shameless character. He always caused a lot of trouble for him, and in the end he had to clean up the mess, and he was whipped more and more.

Having been tricked by this guy for so many times, Ars had an instinctive premonition that as long as the other party was planning something bad, he would notice the clues, just like now: there was obviously a different luster in those huge golden eyes, and the sharp claws were digging the ground unconsciously, easily lifting up the compacted soil on the ground.

So he quietly stepped back two steps, pretending that he hadn't noticed anything, and moved the hay in the warehouse - this kind of thing was certainly not for feeding them, but for making nests for them.

In the corner of his eye, the griffin's strong hind legs had already stretched up, its huge wings were slightly folded, and its head would occasionally turn towards him to observe his reaction. Only after confirming it again and again did it push its hind legs hard and rush out directly, its wings already adjusting the angle to prepare for a short glide.

It seemed to be successful again, Hart was so sure. In just two more seconds, he would be able to rush out of the nest, and then he would be in the sky, and no one would be able to do anything to him.

Although the development of the matter did not go beyond Ars's expectations, he was still about to bite his teeth off. He didn't know what was going on with this griffin. No matter how much he treated it, it was always like this. It was unruly all day long and kept causing trouble for him. When other knights had already started flying training, he was the only one who was still training himself in the use of weapons, because Hart was still unwilling to let him ride on him.

He thought he had done his best in every aspect, the only reason was that this griffin was too difficult to tame, as if it was born to be his enemy and went against him in everything. He thought he could have some peace today...

Ars became more and more angry as he saw the other party preparing to take off. He was immediately furious and reached out to touch a training javelin. He then took a heavy step forward and threw it at the other party with all his strength.

Of course he didn't want to hurt his companions. The training javelin was just a flat-headed weighted wooden pole. It was basically impossible to cause any harm to the thick-skinned griffin. This was just a subconscious vent. If nothing unexpected happened, it would only bounce off the griffin and would not even make the other party feel pain.

But this kind of subconscious action often makes even the person involved unaware of what he will do... He ignored the power in his blood, and the wooden pole was covered with frost the moment it left his hand. The extremely cold mist turned into a whirlwind that wrapped around his body, and the instantly enhanced power made the wooden pole burst out at an astonishing speed, accurately hitting the base of the griffin's wings, making a loud explosion, and a layer of fine ice instantly spread over half of the griffin's body.

This had terrible consequences, because the griffin was completely defenseless at the moment before taking off, so the attacked griffin fell directly to the ground, flapping its huge wings desperately, blowing the dust of the entire training ground into the sky, and the angry and terrified roar resounded through the world.

The thick scarlet liquid quickly dyed the ground of the training ground red. This was the blood of a griffin, with a strong fishy smell... This smell also awakened the dazed Ars, and he knew that he was in big trouble.

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Ars was severely punished. No one in this training camp would let him off because of his identity. The mistake he made was extremely serious. The root of the griffin's wings was hit hard. If the situation was serious, it might not be able to take off in its lifetime...

Even Ars had not expected such serious consequences. His heart was filled with regret and worry, and even a little fear - he was afraid from the bottom of his heart that his griffin would never be able to fly again. For him, no news could be worse than this, because it meant that his career as a sky knight had completely ended... and it had not even begun.

The number of griffins that can be produced each year is extremely limited. If he loses this opportunity, the possibility of getting the next griffin is very slim. Even if he is not kicked out of the army in the end, he can't ride a griffin on the ground, right? What kind of air knight is that? And he is shouldering more than just his own honor...

Catavials, who was getting more and more panicked, could no longer sit still. He had to go and see the griffin's condition. Even if he couldn't do anything, it would make him feel a little more at ease.

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The huge body rose and fell slightly in the darkness with its breathing, and the strong smell of blood still lingered in this spacious nest. This unique smell drove away all the mice and small animals, and even war horses would be frightened and fall to the ground if they approached here, because this was the fear engraved in their genes.

A figure was approaching stealthily, but his movements were extremely uncoordinated, as if he was injured.

But with his poor stealth skills, he managed to evade the guards and sneak into the lair. Even he himself was a little bit unbelievable, so Ars took off the black cloth on his head, calmed himself down, and then moved towards the huge figure in the darkness.

The pale blue moon cast gentle light on the ground. A tall black shadow looked at the nest in the distance. His fingers wearing heavy iron gloves were tapping his elbows, as if he was expecting something, or waiting for something.

The moon in the sky was moving quietly, and the black-armored knight stood motionless on the high watchtower until some sounds were heard from the nest. It was not the angry roar of the griffin, nor the sound of fierce fighting, but only the sound of flesh being torn apart, although with resentment, but without stopping, and the laughter of the young man who tried to suppress it.

The knight's helmet moved up and down slightly, and he nodded gently. Then he disappeared silently from the watchtower, like a ghost in the dark night, leaving no trace.

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Very angry! Very angry that guy actually dared to hit me!

Hart thought indignantly, but no matter how angry he was, his favorite liver could not be wasted.

So she stretched out her mouth to tear the delicious bloody organ in front of her and enjoy the delicious taste, but as she started to bite, she felt the liver struggle, which surprised her greatly. How could a dead organ move?

Suddenly, I felt pain in my fingers, as if something was biting them... Wait! Why do I have fingers? Where did my claws, which were as sharp as swords, go?

Hart opened his eyes dazedly, and what came into view was a familiar face. She was biting the other's chubby cheek with her teeth slightly sunk, and she didn't know when her fingers were in the other's mouth. The silly golden retriever was closing his eyes and drooling, biting harder, as if it was some delicious delicacy.

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Yan Country, Longmen and Victoria: Chapter 1: Incident ()

Claude looked at Hart in confusion. He felt that he was a little weird today. Not only did he sleep until 12 noon, but he also bit Xiaoke's face and left a red mark. The most important thing was the look in his eyes...

There was always a sense of anger in Hart's eyes when she looked at him today, which made Claude wonder if he had offended her again. After all, in her previous life, she was always in a bad mood. Now that she has become a woman, her personality seems to be even more awkward. Claude was too lazy to guess, anyway, she would return to normal after a while.

Having made up his mind not to ask what was going on, Claude, who had rich experience in dealing with such matters, continued with his work. However, to his surprise, Hart, who was treated coldly, did not calm down as he did in the past. Instead, he continued to approach him, staring at him with that persistent look.

Claude wanted to stick to his strategy at first, but after being stared at for 30 minutes, he couldn't stand it anymore and turned to look at Hart:

"There are cans of foie gras in cabinet No. 3. If you want to eat it, go get it yourself. I'm very busy now... If you want to eat it raw, go to the kitchen and find the chef."

Hart still stared at him expressionlessly. Just when he was confused, the pair of golden eyes suddenly became close to him - Hart directly hugged his head and bit his lips.

The bite was very hard, and the severe pain made Claude frown, but it was only a moment, and Hart let go of his mouth and took two steps back.

Claude's forehead was almost clenched with a "well" character, and he was about to ask Hart to explain his actions to him, but Hart spoke first:

"Who told you to throw a javelin at me? It hurts so much that I can't even fly!!"

"????"

Claude was stunned. A strong sense of absurdity almost overwhelmed his mind, leaving him speechless for a moment. He pointed at Hart, but didn't know what to say.

But after more than ten seconds of effort, he finally said:

"That was so long ago. Why are you still talking about that? I was whipped that night! Haven't you forgiven me?!"

Facing Claude's somewhat annoyed question, Hart's face flushed with guilt. Just now it seemed as if a body instinct was driving her to act, but now she realized that her reasons were somewhat vulnerable:

"Because I had this dream again last night..."

Although he was a comrade who could be trusted with life and death, Claude found that he seemed to be completely unable to understand him... Was it so terrible to become a woman? Would it make Hart so unreasonable? ...

"Do you want to hear what you are saying?..."

Claude's faint questioning voice rang out in the command room. His face was now frosty, and a very obvious anger was rising in his eyes. Hart, who sensed something was wrong, trembled, because Claude seemed to be really a little angry.

"It seems that your study pressure is still too light, so you have time to think about random things... Starting from tomorrow, start learning from elementary school knowledge until I am satisfied..."

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After suppressing Hart's wild thoughts, Claude rubbed his red lips and left Chernobog with a dark face. But when walking on the bridge, thinking of Hart's tearful look just now, he suddenly felt soft-hearted - maybe he was too harsh on her. With her personality, it must be a great torture for her to start studying at this age.

Getting angry at yourself for no reason can perhaps be understood from another perspective... Women have a few days every month when they are more sensitive and irritable. This is determined by their physiology. Perhaps it is for this reason that Hart gets angry at himself for no reason...

Claude, who had just punished Hart and now took the initiative to excuse him, stopped at the connection between Chernobog and the gantry with a hesitant look on his face. He softened his heart and wanted to go back to see Hart's current condition, which also attracted a lot of attention.

The sound of boots stepping lightly on concrete could be heard nearby, and Hinterea appeared next to him, standing on the nearby blocking pile, leaning over to look at him.

"What's wrong? Why are you here alone?"

"…It's mainly because of that guy Hart…"

Claude was about to tell the girl in front of him what had just happened, but he found that the girl was staring straight at his face and her expression began to stiffen little by little.

Shintela pointed at Claude's lips expressionlessly and said:

"What's with this tooth mark?"

"Ok?"

Claude keenly noticed the abnormality in the other party's emotions. When he first appeared, he could clearly feel that Xinteleia was in a very good mood, but at this moment, her mood suddenly dropped off a cliff and she reached the bottom almost instantly. The low-pressure emotions formed a radiation zone around her, and Claude was at the center of this zone.

He had just experienced this kind of violent emotional fluctuation once.

Although he did not answer, Xinteleya guessed who it was:

"It was Hart who bit him, right?"

"..."

Claude's silence undoubtedly confirmed this fact, and Xinteleia also approached him silently in silence, then hugged his neck like lightning, and the wet touch flashed across his cheek like a dragonfly touching the water, and a white figure flashed past him and stood behind him.

Claude turned his head and saw the girl's face was obviously flushed, but there was a smug look in her eyes:

"That's fair."

As soon as she finished speaking, as if to hide something, Xinteleya wanted to turn around and leave.

But before she could leave, a slender and powerful hand reached out from the side and grasped her wrist at a speed that the naked eye could not react to. The heart-pounding strength and heat came from the rough palm.

Xinteleya turned her head in panic, but a powerful force came from that palm and pulled her over directly.

All of a sudden, the two of them were very close to each other. Claude's scorching eyes were fixed on her eyes, which contained a strong will. She subconsciously wanted to turn her head, but a hand had already pinched her chin, forcing her head to turn back.

"Tell me, what is fair?"

At this moment, Claude changed from his usual gentle demeanor to a very aggressive one, as if he would not give up until he got an answer, making Xintlia's plan to get away with it completely bankrupt.

Intense emotions began to fluctuate in the girl's heart, like a bottle of soda that was shaken violently, causing the temperature on her face to rise sharply, and her blood to flow rapidly, turning her fair skin red and her golden eyes covered with a layer of mist.

This was a great opportunity for her to speak her mind, and the other party was listening wholeheartedly. But the girl's tongue was like a knot, and her skin was extremely sensitive. From the wrist that Claude held, she felt a tingling sensation like an electric shock.

A feeling of cringing welled up in her heart, and she suddenly began to feel fear, fear of the unknown future. She didn't know what would happen if she really said it out loud, and because she cared too much, she didn't want to make any mistakes.

But this fearful mood was quickly crushed by the opponent. Claude pressed on step by step, with no intention of letting up:

"Answer me, Cintrea, why do you think this is fair?"

This was an extremely serious expression, and it was obvious that Claude really wanted to know the answer to the question.

When facing pressure, people tend to behave in two ways. One is to become weaker, while the other is to bounce back like a compressed spring... and Xinteleiya now undoubtedly belongs to the latter.

Cintrea, who had been a little timid at first, suddenly raised her head, with a firm will bursting out of her eyes:

"It was already fair, but now I want more!!"

Before the doubt in Claude's eyes could be revealed, a white figure had already pounced on him and launched a brave attack...

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The Elafia girl hummed a song and walked in the corridor with a plate in her hand. Everyone around her bowed to her, and she responded with a gentle smile, just like meeting an old friend while walking on the street. If no one knew her, who would have thought that she was one of the highest-ranking cadres in the Reunion Movement?

Alina gets along well with everyone, and no one dislikes her, especially since she is in charge of the most important propaganda work of the Integration Movement. A large part of the annual financial budget is allocated to her, which is enough to make her a powerful person. But even with such power and status, she still treats everyone with gentleness and equality. This behavior is enough to be called saintly, which is why she can gain the respect of so many people.

Although he had a good relationship with everyone, the two people he was closest to were undoubtedly Tallulah and Claude. Needless to say, Tallulah and Claude had formed a bond long before Claude came to the snowfield, and at that time they became comrades who could trust each other with life and death.

Claude is the core and soul of their organization and possesses unparalleled prestige in the Reunion Movement. Officers and soldiers absolutely believe in his orders, and the entire organization will act according to his will, and no one will disobey him in the slightest.