Miss White Wolf's Terra Travel Journal

She vaguely heard something:

"Can you really do whatever you want?"

'Adding some tragic scenes appropriately will be beneficial to Lord Kirk.'

"Oh, you Ursus people are ruthless when it comes to attacking your own people."

"Each other, each other, this is the area designated by the Earl for you. Remember, you must not hurt the nobles. After the task is completed, the Earl promised to let you wear the garrison equipment and leave secretly."

'School, is there a school nearby?'

Absinthe knew that she couldn't get home by getting past the murderer, so she quietly escaped from the area before the Sarkaz took action, and then ran desperately back to school.

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Chapter 2023 Children of Ursus II 12-12-12 00:02:

Wormwood heard many things.

It was these contents that made her head a mess.

Count Kirk, the city garrison, are they in league with the Sarkaz?

They are going to work together to annihilate an organization called the 'Integration Movement'?

Who are the 'Integration Movement'?

The Count wants to become a hero who protects the city?

The Count is going to release the murderer secretly?

If she had not heard it with her own ears and seen it with her own eyes, she would never have believed these things. When she was with Zhenli and the others, she heard them criticize the nobles and the current situation countless times, but deep in her heart, she always had doubts about what Zhenli and the others said.

However, reality told her that even Zhenli's harshest criticism seemed too frivolous and too soft.

She wants to go back immediately.

Tell her friends, tell them the Sarkaz are coming soon.

But what’s the point of saying it?

Where can they escape to?

The garrison will not come, never come. Their only option is to hide in the underground shelter. However, that shelter is for dealing with natural disasters. How long can it last in the face of those horrible murderers?

Wormwood doesn't know.

Kuai suddenly realized that at this moment, she naturally put herself into the thinking mode of classmate Zhenli, and she began to speculate the nobles based on the worst results.

Peterheim High School will become a victim and appear in the newspapers. Count Kerke will strongly condemn the atrocities of the "murderer". The more brutal the atrocities, the greater the credit of Count Kerke for saving the city.

Absinthe had never hated a person like this before, a person whose appearance she had only seen in the newspaper. She couldn't understand why some people could be so bad?

There's probably no point in notifying everyone, Wormwood thought.

But she still ran back to school. Her friends were still there. Even if it was meaningless, she had to do something.

She met Lin Dong at the school gate. Lin Dong came to look for her. Since he didn't see her, he waited with Gu Mi. When he saw her running from outside the school, he asked anxiously, "Where have you been? It's dangerous outside."

"Listen to me." Kuaiwo said hurriedly, panting, "Hurry up and let everyone hide. Quickly, those people will come to the school soon."

"who?"

"Enemy, no time to explain. I overheard their conversation."

From Kuai's panicked look, Lin Dong understood the importance of the matter and made a prompt decision: "Gumi, Kuai, go find Zhenli and Liexia. Together, organize the students in the cafeteria and dormitory to hide in the shelter."

"What about you?"

"I'm going to the publicity room to see if the school radio can be used. By the way, I'll check to see if there are any students lingering in the activity room."

The publicity room and the activity room are both the outermost buildings of the school. At this critical juncture, the risk level is self-evident. Ku Ai was anxious: "I'll go with you. You're too inefficient alone."

Lin Dong knew that now was not the time to hesitate, so he nodded in agreement immediately. The three of them separated, and Lin Dong and Kuai Ai ran into the teaching building together and came to the publicity room.

"We don't have the key." Absinthe said anxiously, looking at the locked publicity room.

"No key needed."

Lin Dong swung the iron rod in his hand and hit the door hard. With a crackling sound, a big hole was smashed in the wooden door of the propaganda room. Lin Dong quickly climbed down and crawled in.

Kuai followed suit and went in. The two worked together to quickly power up the equipment and tune it to the campus line. Winter immediately picked up the microphone and shouted:

Emergency notice, everyone go to the underground shelter immediately or hide on the spot, dangerous people are about to arrive at the school!

Emergency notice, everyone go to the underground shelter immediately or hide on the spot, dangerous people are about to arrive at the school!

After the hasty announcement, Winter threw away the microphone and left the teaching building with Wormwood.

As they ran, they quickly turned on all the light bulbs in the corridor. There was no one in the teaching building, and such light sources could at least attract the enemy's attention and delay time.

The two came to the activity room. The students who stayed there had all run away after hearing the broadcast. They turned on the lights, started the tape recorder, and quickly repeated the interference work.

After leaving the activity room, they saw Zhenli running towards them.

"What are you doing here?"

"It's enough that Liexia and Gumi are at the shelter. I have to find out what's going on. Haven't those people gone far away? They didn't even notice the school."

"It was the information given by the garrison." Wormwood said with difficulty, "They revealed the location of the school to the Sarkaz."

"what?"

"I saw it with my own eyes. The garrison was with the murderous Sarkaz. A man in uniform said that the city of Che needed some tragic scenes because it would be beneficial to Count Kerke."

"Kirk, the nobleman who has been vying for mayor?"

"There is only one earl named Kerke." Zhenli nodded thoughtfully, "Now everything can be explained. Why, with the defense strength of the city of Che, could the enemy rush in directly? The city hall did not give any warning, and the garrison was nowhere to be seen. It seems that everything was arranged long ago. Kerke wanted to use his merits in quelling the unrest to compete for the mayor's position."

Lin Dong was so angry that his face turned red: "He is crazy about becoming the mayor. He dares to do such a thing. Isn't he afraid of being exposed and ruined?"

Zhenli said calmly: "Kirk is the real powerful earl. After the matter is over, what to say and how to publish newspapers are all arranged by him. If ordinary people dare to say anything, it is slandering the nobles. You know the consequences."

"@#! (Ursus swear word)"

"They also mentioned something." Wormwood continued, "An organization called the Integration Movement. The garrison and the enemy are working together to destroy this organization."

Lin Dong was stunned for a moment and asked in surprise: "Integration Movement?"

"you know?"

"It is said that this is an organization that rebels against the nobles. Because there are too many rumors, I have discussed this with Zhenli before. So, they are real?"

"I don't know, but I am sure that the garrison officer definitely said the words 'Reunion Movement'."

"If it's true, the Reunion Movement is their enemy, and the enemy of my enemy is my friend. The Reunion Movement might be able to help us."

"But I don't even know where the Reunion Movement is."

The three of them were discussing intensely when a terrible loud noise suddenly came from the direction of the school gate, and they immediately shut their mouths.

Zhenli pointed to the back of the activity room and said in a very soft voice: "It's too late to go to the underground shelter. Let's hide in the library."

The three of them tiptoed in the shadows, moving slowly towards the library. With the help of the campus lights, they saw a huge black shadow walking towards the teaching building.

Chapter 2023 Children of Ursus III 12-12-19 26:46:

Inside the dark library.

Kuai and the others hid by the window of the library, holding their breath and listening nervously to the footsteps of the Sarkaz people.

At this moment, the densely packed bookshelves became their protective umbrella, blocking the Sarkaz people's sight.

Through the gap in the bookshelf, Absinthe saw that the Sarkaz man was holding a big sword, with an axe and a dagger on his waist. After taking a few steps, the Sarkaz man suddenly swung the big sword and destroyed the bookshelf beside him.

Afterwards, the Sarkaz people kept an eye on the movements in the library while destroying it. For some reason, they seemed to be certain that there was someone hiding in the library.

If the other party continues to do this, he will soon discover the student hiding behind the bookshelf.

Lin Dong clenched the iron rod in her hand and signaled to her two companions verbally that this was the emergency action they had discussed when they first hid in the library.

After receiving the signal, Absinthe slowly moved his body to the side of the bookshelf.

Her mission sounds simple, but is actually extremely dangerous. If an accident occurs and she has to clash with the enemy, she has to push down the bookshelf to attract the enemy's attention first.

This was a task she took on on her own initiative. Among the three people, Winter was the attacker, Truth could use Originium skills to interfere, and although Wormwood also knew some basic Originium skills, without the props to cast spells, she was no different from an ordinary person and could only do what she could.

She slowly raised her arms, which were trembling with fear, and hung them on the side of the bookshelf. Wormwood knew that if Winter acted too slowly or the enemy was too fast, there would be only one result waiting for her.

It would be a joke if they told others that they, three middle school students, were going to fight against the battle-hardened Sarkaz mercenaries.

But in a critical moment, one has no choice but to leave everything to fate.

Lin Dong held the iron rod in his left hand and stretched out his right hand fingers to count down.

3

Wormwood took a deep breath.

2

His trembling hands rested on the bookshelf.

1

Absinthe pushed over the bookshelf with force, and the books poured out.

The Sarkaz man immediately discovered the location of the abnormal point and rushed forward quickly with his sword in hand. Absinthe took out her fruit knife and assumed a fighting posture. She saw the black blade of the Sarkaz man approaching her eyes at an incredible speed.

At the critical moment, Winter seized the opportunity, suddenly cut out from the side, and swung the iron rod to smash the Sarkaz's body. However, the mercenary's reaction speed was incredibly fast. He changed his posture instantly while moving, put down the big sword, and turned to chop towards Winter's waist.

Anyone who sees this scene will understand what would happen if the big sword hit the real target.

Before the greatsword hit Winter, the gray light of the Originium skill wrapped around the Sarkaz's hands like a silk thread, and then immediately spread to his body. Truth then walked out from behind the bookshelf, and a silver book-shaped spellcasting unit floated in the air.

The Sarkaz seemed slightly surprised for a moment, but in the next instant, his eyes were filled with contempt again. He turned slightly and used the armor on his back to face the iron rod of Winter.

Just a bunch of spoiled kids.

Even if the warlock had tried his best, he could only block his actions for one round at most. With the Sarkaz's powerful physique and extremely hard adamantium armor, what could they do even if they were hit?

Such a layout is not worth his serious attention.

The next moment, the iron rod hit his waist, but the force was weaker than the Sarkaz had imagined, not even enough to make him stagger.

Is this the warlike Ursus? he thought to himself.

It's really ridiculous. If they were Sarkaz children of the same age, they would have grown into dangerous killers.

Winter's left hand loosened the iron rod, and with his right hand, he caught the axe on the Sarkaz's waist that had fallen from the air due to the blow. Then, he jumped into the air and gripped the axe handle with both hands.

Something is not right, the Sarkaz thought subconsciously, a sense of crisis suddenly erupting. He turned around while resisting the warlock's Originium skills and saw a scene that would make him remember it for the rest of his life.

The Ursus raised his battle axe high, with unspeakable fear and anger on his face, and chopped it down with all his strength, regardless of the consequences.

He tried to block it, but found that the strange force was far beyond his expectations.

Snap—Puff—

There was a harsh sound of bone cracking.

The skull shattered, blood splattered, and the scarlet liquid stained the words on the book red.

Lin Dong gasped for breath and reached out to wipe the cold sweat from her forehead, but found that her hands were covered in blood. The spilled blood had covered half of her face, making her look extremely hideous in the dim light.

She wiped the blood off her face with her sleeve, then stepped on the Sarkaz's body and pulled the axe out of his head with force.

There was a snap.

The book of truth fell to the ground.

She picked it up hurriedly, and swallowed at the same time as Absinthe. However, neither of them noticed that under the cover of blood, Lindong's face was terribly pale, and his left hand behind his back was shaking constantly.

"It's okay." Winter comforted Wormwood and Truth as if nothing had happened, "It should be safe now."

The three of them let out a sigh and looked at each other. Kuai was about to say something to make everyone relax when he suddenly noticed that Zhenli turned his head and then looked towards the window in horror.

Outside the window, a Sarkaz mercenary wearing a dark blue mask stood silently, already in an attacking posture, the black giant sword in his hand exuding a strong ominous aura, and the distance between the two sides was less than five meters.

If we face each other head-on, it will be a fatal distance.

Driven by the instinct of survival in critical moments, in an instant, Truth picked up his spellbook, Winter swung the axe in fear, and Wormwood subconsciously threw the fruit knife in his hand.

A shrill whistle sounded.