Arknights, but the family has fallen again

Ott didn't explain, simply saying, "You can slow down in about five minutes. After twenty minutes, stand guard on this high ground for a while just in case. If nothing unexpected happens after thirty minutes, continue walking to the temporary fortifications, where you'll find supplies and vehicles."

W was holding back his anger and asked, "Why bother with all this trouble?"

"When Tallulah's eyes were blinded by the natural disaster, she needed a vague but clear clue." Ott began to fill the new structure into the gaps prepared in the blueprint.

Admittedly, due to the independence of this module, it is entirely possible to continue construction after the construction of the Malta is completed... but he still dug another crater in the blueprint of the Malta, which was already calculated in tons.

"Where are you trying to lure Tallulah to?" W speculated, recalling the newly deployed mines. "A construction site? But the main ship, Rhodes Island, is still there, right? Won't that give away our position?"

"Its name is Facility 14." Across two worlds, Ott said to W, "Another key to large-scale military operations is to engage in the right battle with the right enemy at the right time and in the right place."

"It hurts, hurts, hurts!"

"Stop reading it, stop reading it!"

"I don't need any of this crap!"

Ott, however, was unhurried: "Putting aside that unbinding contract, you are now serving under me. For the foreseeable future, I will need your ability to take charge."

W looked up, and the high ground that Otto had just described for her in her mind appeared at the end of her vision.

Chapter 3: Good Steel is Used on the Blade (K)

"I can handle things on my own!" While on guard, W subconsciously started arguing with Otto.

Despite complaining, W clearly felt that Otto really regarded him as... a disciple.

disciple.

It's an amazing experience.

After so many years, W once again felt a special kind of care. Just as Theresa had revealed to her the possibility of being a Sarkaz, Ott was now revealing another possibility of being an ethnic group.

A possibility... after losing his memory, Otto can no longer hide it.

It seems that Hedley's assertive use of the word "Mind Flayer" has indeed caused considerable harm...

However, considering that even the Patriot blurted out the same thing, perhaps we should blame the Sarkaz's endless witchcraft?

“But it didn’t meet the standards I needed.”

Ott continued to monitor his physical condition with the help of the ghost shark's sensory system.

Originally, after a person's mind entered the borderland, their brain in reality continued to work at high speed, ultimately causing further energy dissipation. However, after leaving the borderland, the accompanying deep sleep could actually relieve this fatigue to a considerable extent.

But Ott's body is now recovering its energy rapidly, as if... Ott's thoughts are being placed elsewhere.

This observation, which was inconsistent with previous results, made Ott more clearly aware that as he gradually conquered the Dark Dungeon, the abilities he could use were also gradually increasing.

Under the undisguised gazes of the Sarkaz, W stood alone on the top of the plateau, grinning unconsciously: "What level do you want?"

"With the same manpower, he single-handedly led his troops to the evacuation point after blowing up the hub?"

"Are you kidding?" W turned around, glanced at the "A-Chee," "Gossip," and "Quack" teams around him, and responded, "It takes a lot of effort to get these wild boars to eat fine bran and understand what the leader is saying."

The Sarkaz immediately stopped looking at the fool.

"It's okay to kill as many people as you want in a rough way, but like you just did?"

"Why not wait and see when that old woman stops telling riddles!"

Otto asked curiously, "Have you ever realized that you're no better than them when it comes to cultural papermaking?"

W immediately felt like he had found a treasure and exclaimed, "I remember this word! It's accomplishment!"

"Hedley is truly remarkable, he can even cram a few words into your head." Otto said admiringly.

"You bastard!"

If I keep communicating with W like this and forcibly connect to reality from the border, the time difference between the two worlds will be eliminated.

Just as the two were bickering, familiar footsteps were heard again outside the corridor.

Unexpectedly, the ghost shark took the initiative to follow the footsteps and came to the door.

This really scared Kal'tsit who pushed the door open.

She pretended to be calm and explained, "I didn't sleep last night either, so I came back to catch up on some sleep."

The more guilty she felt, the more she explained: "Last night, Otto temporarily activated several backup plans. Besides, I have several operations..."

Finally, Cat looked into the calm eyes of the Deep Sea Hunter and asked, "Doc Otter?"

Ott casually responded, "What's wrong?"

Kelsey breathed a sigh of relief.

Ott is indeed possessing the ghost shark, but that doesn't mean it was Ott who did it just now! Cat, you are too happy too early!

"I have something to ask you." She lifted the quilt, found a place to curl up in Otto's arms, and said vaguely: "Take me in..."

Halfway through his words, he fell into a peaceful sleep.

It seems that what I just said was not nonsense.

Seeing this scene in reality through the eyes of the ghost shark, Otto sighed.

He said to Kal'tsit who had just come to his side: "At least take off your clothes!"

Kel'tsit didn't respond directly to this, but simply said, "I changed it after I left the medical department."

"I've read the field mission application." Kal'tsit hesitated again and again. "I also looked at the records when I passed by the combat meeting room..."

Finally, she said in a roundabout way, "Using personal intelligence and a small amount of pure Originium as energy, to so easily disrupt and trigger a small natural disaster... This is completely beyond the capabilities of modern humans."

Ott remained focused on the blueprint, not even looking up. "Strictly speaking, this is just the aftermath of the last natural disaster returning in an isolated manner to the land it once ravaged."

"Modern Terrans, I mean."

The opposite concept is that on "this land" there is naturally a pre-civilization.

Ott finally looked up at Kal'tsit.

"Although it's not a blank slate, but..." Ott exerted a little force, pushing himself away from the table, away from the blueprint. "I don't have the luxury of standing on the shoulders of giants."

"If there were more empirical formulas or even theoretical equations that could be utilized, then the energy consumed in guiding natural disasters would be much less."

Whether out of selfishness or she was powerless, Kelsey continued to go around in circles: "It's like reinventing the wheel."

"Repeat?" Ott shook his head. "As I just said, that's a luxury."

"Reinventing the wheel is based on a detached perspective." Ott slowly approached Kal'tsit and said, "Let me borrow a phrase: 'The greatest secret of the wheel is that it can be manufactured.'"

The nuclear bomb is fine, but is this also the biggest secret of the wheel?

The cat dodged timidly for a moment, but quickly pretended to be calm and raised its head.

Otto couldn't help but stroke her smooth and delicate neck.

This completely different reaction from what she expected made Kal'tsit feel helpless and at the same time she felt a sense of guilt.

and many more?

Did you expect Otto to tickle your chin?

However, it seems that these restrictions ultimately caused Kal'tsit's plan to directly question Otto to fail a little.

But if you think about it carefully, Doc Otter didn't resist when faced with temptation, which in itself has already proved to a certain extent that he has lost most of his memory...

In the end, Kal'tsit couldn't help but make a "purring" sound, just like a kitten that was tickled and felt comfortable.

When she realized this, she instantly took away Otto's hand.

"……don't want."

The voice of resistance was as soft as a mosquito.

On the other side, on the high ground in the wilderness, W cursed and obediently disguised the clues according to Otto's instructions.

"...Stop it, stop it, how come you're even more annoying than Hedley?" She muttered, and asked, "I heard that the Mind Flayer sucks things out of other people's heads? Why do you like stuffing things into other people's heads so much?"

"I will not admit that I am a so-called 'Mind Flayer'."

"Okay, okay, yes, yes." W deliberately imitated the tone of coaxing a child that he had seen somewhere, and said to Otto: "You are neither a mind flayer nor a Sarkaz, you are just a weak bird without feathers!"

Is this how you coax a child?

She finally revealed her true intentions and asked casually, "Speaking of which, what do you think of the Sarkaz?"

It seemed she had come to a similar conclusion to Kel'tsit: if asked directly, Ott would probably not lie. Now, she was trying to bring up the topic naturally.

While trying to regain the initiative and pet the cat, Otto replied through a mental link: "The word itself is a mistake."

"The difference between a blood demon and a stone wing demon is greater than the difference between a dragon and a filin, yet they are classified as the same ethnic group." Ott analyzed: "It is more like a national concept based on an 'imagined community' than a real ethnic group."

"But speaking of the concept of nationhood, the only country the Sarkaz have ever possessed is the ruins of Kazdel..."

"Frankly speaking, apart from certain ethnic groups, tribes that abandon their Sarkaz identity and identity tend to have a brighter future."

Just like the ghost tribe, Anasa and Sakota.

W widened her eyes - although she had only known Otto for a short time, she already thought she knew him well enough.

You repeatedly deny the identities of Mind Flayers and Sarkaz... I see, you've never agreed with this ethnic group or this definition from the very beginning.

But why on earth would you stand on His Highness's side?

She couldn't help but ask, "Stop talking nonsense. If you were the Demon King of the Sarkaz, what would you do?"

"For a tag like this, the two most interesting paths are the complete abandonment of one's nature and the complete development of it. A peaceful rise or a cleansing of the entire earth."

Ott was blunt, speaking the truth once again. "The Peaceful Rise gameplay is too focused on politics and internal factional balance. If things go wrong, civil war will break out. The Sarkaz are so underfunded that a head-on confrontation with all of Terra is actually very interesting and appealing during the Breakthrough phase."

Even though I was the one asking the question, you actually told me?

I don’t even need to ask! ?

But this view...isn't it completely contrary to Theresa's!?

No, no, no... Even so, didn't he still devote all his energy to providing advice to His Highness?!

Even though Otto was the only one who could do that back then... maybe I just don't know Rhodes Island well enough!?

The change in her mentality made the Sarkaz girl even start to find excuses for Otto - she even broke her own limit for this and used a very literary word in her heart.

"So...how do you want to play?"

The Sarkaz girl couldn't help but stroke the grenade.

Only when she was thousands of miles away would she dare to ask about this topic.

Only in this way could she avoid killing Otto, who had lost his memory but not completely.

"Of course the first one!"

W breathed a sigh of relief.

Soon, she heard Ott's outrageous remarks: "It's important to understand that the denser the weeds, the easier it is to cut them. If we fail to deal with the opposition in the most brutal and difficult way, hoping for gentle and conciliatory means will only make our retreat more difficult."

"Of course, more importantly: a Tag without civil war is an incomplete Tag, destined to a life of failure. Between a cool Tag with a unique civil war mechanic and a boring Tag that can only fight Chiefs, I will definitely choose the former."

What is a Tag anyway?!

Doesn't this mean nothing?!

W kicked a stone away with force.

Chapter 170 Best Teammate

Ott's comments, which were sometimes interesting and sometimes boring, made W a little confused.

But the emotions coming from the other end of the heartstrings remain calm.

W racked her brains, trying her best to exonerate Otto.

Maybe the stinky otter really didn't take this issue seriously, but he still didn't lie!

Wait, since he didn't take it seriously, that means he was completely unaware of the incident!?

Then...it must not be him who did it...right?

The Sarkaz girl seemed to have found a way to convince herself.