because i am stel

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The two sessions are combined today, not in the afternoon

No.16 Meeting with Ms. W

W

W is a war orphan who has gone through hundreds of battles and got acquainted with Theresia after joining the Tower of Babel as a mercenary.And became Theresa's support and loyalist in a very short period of time.

W is always laughing, and there is no good thing when W laughs.

And when W appeared in Miss Shirtle's field of vision, the smile on her face seemed to be a little floating.

"Long time no see, W." Shirter turned his head and looked at the vast camp at the end of his field of vision—this temporary camp is now as chaotic and out of control as an ant nest that has been poured with hot water.She could clearly smell the smell of blood coming from all over the camp, and could hear the clash of weapons and the clanging of gold and iron from time to time.

Stelter decided to cut to the chase.

"I decided to bury the integration movement here. Take your people and leave. I'm not sure if I will hurt innocent people if I do it later."

She didn't look at W, didn't look at that face, didn't look at the expression on that face.

—Sorry, I couldn't save Thearesia.Even in your eyes, I have no obligation to save her at all.But as a doctor in the previous world, it is still my dereliction of duty to make you like this.

"So that's all you want to say?" W's voice was erratic, as usual, making it difficult to fathom the true feelings hidden inside. "Running here without authorization, destroying the efforts and achievements of many people without authorization. Then just put down the sentence 'I decide'?"

Her voice is harsh and seems sarcastic, but it could just as well be pure emotional catharsis.

"As long as I continue to lurk in the integration movement, sooner or later I will be able to become Tracy's confidant. Then I will determine the location of his body and stab him in the neck... Everything in my plan is going well, no Unexpectedly, the 'colleague' whom Teresis used to counterbalance me during the Battle of Chernobog will die in a reasonable way. And I will be able to control the mercenaries while he One step further in power...but you want to destroy all of this?"

Her words seemed to be full of anger, but she was also in anger, revealing her plan and current situation.

"...You'd better tell me that you have found a more suitable way to avenge His Highness. I know you can do it. The only difference is whether you are willing to do it or not!"

The corner of Shirtel's mouth twitched.

— what should I say?How can I appease this disappointed and angry little Thearesia fan in front of me without revealing the secrets of those two bastards?

——Do I have to tell her directly that Thearesia is not dead.She and Persephone are plotting some big plan that even Kelsey is keeping secret?I still told her clearly that the reason why I didn't kill Teresia a second time was because I knew that he had recovered Teresia's remains and filled the interior with activity.And this is obviously the container and prop that I can bring Theresa back to life after she's done with it?

— No matter how you look at it, it’s not okay!Those two guys did such a good job of keeping secrets, no matter how you look at it, it should be a big deal!

Shirtel sighed silently in his heart.

——That's all, I'll take the blame for it.Anyway, I am used to being a tool person, and I am not afraid of one or two more people who hate me.

——But Persephone... Forget it, share some of the firepower with her.When playing games, W would yell at me, an innocent doctor, all day long.Although Persephone is an innocent person, Rhodes Island still needs her wisdom and brains now and in the future.

"I'm sorry." The smile and micro-expression on Miss Shirtle's face faded away. "But I've made up my mind."

"And, people from Rhodes Island will come here soon. And they will try to wake up Persephone."

She originally thought that W would be angry, angry.He even prepared the worst plan for W to turn his face on the spot - in fact, that's okay, the worst thing is to be blown up by firecrackers and poked by a toothpick.And it's not that she underestimated W, because to her at this moment, handmade bombs and Sarkaz sabers are indeed of this level.

At any rate, she is also a traverser who has been fighting for five years and also holds cheats from the heavens.Strictly speaking, in a world like Terra, which can only be regarded as a low-tech world, it is not uncommon to grow into a strong man who can count quickly in terms of combat power.It might be better to say that she is already walking slowly.Compared with other time-traveling monsters—if the stories in Zhutianliu novels are all true—it took five years to get to this level, which is actually slow like a turtle crawling.

She had been prepared.

However, the Sarkaz girl in front of her didn't seem to show the expected anger.

"So, are you here to clear the way for the former Tower of Babel and now Rhodes Island Pharmaceuticals?...Are you planning to go back?"

"Aren't you angry?"

"Why should I be angry?" W tilted his head, grinning with a slightly exaggerated smile. "I have always missed everyone in the Tower of Babel. Especially the doctor who is used to giving advice." She bit these words very hard, very hard, as if she was biting a thick piece ribs. "If she wakes up, I'll welcome her with both hands, because I'm planning to find a private place with her. Well, slowly, catch up on the old days."

Well, it looks like there's no way out - Stelter thought sadly.

—Bless yourselves, Persephone.I now feel that there is a [-]% probability that you will enjoy the treatment of opening the coffin and amnesia.Because if you don't, you probably won't be able to live very long.And with your intelligence, it is impossible to guess what kind of situation you will face after waking up.

—Tsk, one death and one disappearance, at first glance I thought it was infinitely terrifying.I hope that while you learn Chu Xuan's indifference, you can restore Chu Xuan's decision by a point or two.Let me save some snacks.

So Miss Steele nodded.

"Understood, if you want to 'reminisce' with her in the future, I will make room for you."

"And." She checked the table. "If you don't have any other constructive suggestions, get your people out of here as soon as possible. I will do it in half an hour at most, the Patriots first, and maybe take out Bones and Mephisto by the way. Then I will I will deal with it directly, or wait for Tallulah to come to me."

W did not object, but added a sentence.

"Alex may go to the core city. He and his father seem to have some father-son topics to discuss."

"Oh, I know a little bit about that kind of thing." Miss Stelter raised her eyebrows. "It's always bad for father and son to kill each other. If possible, try to help the father and son resolve their misunderstanding. Even if I owe you a favor."

She saw that W, who was about to turn around and leave, stopped abruptly.

"Has anyone ever told you, Sylter... you are the most arrogant person in the world."

"Many people say that." Sarkaz, who was inflamed, tilted his head slightly, looking at the white hair in front of him suspiciously. "But that's none of my business. Why do I need her to be talkative when I'm doing things?"

"It seems that you are not only arrogant, but also lonely." W shook her head, rubbing her toes on the ground with some unease, she smiled, and her smile was a little strange. "Look around more about you, Shirtel...Sometimes, the kindness you think may be just a condescending charity in the eyes of others."

She turned around and disappeared into the dust and mist.

Only the flaming visitor from another world was left hesitating in doubt.

——What happened today?Could it be that this group of women are crowded together to come to the big aunt?Why are they all riddlers?

She thought for a while, but couldn't come to an accurate conclusion.

—and she stopped thinking about it.As usual.

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W returned to camp 5 minutes later.

And her two companions immediately noticed something strange about her—her eye sockets were slightly red, and one side of her cheek was slightly swollen, and there was faintly a slender handprint left behind.

Ines seemed to want to say something, but at the moment before leaving, Hedley stopped her - the latter shook her head at her, and then took her to the outside of the camp to gather troops and make room Leave W alone.

And W didn't say anything, just smiled as usual and watched the two of them disappear at the end of his vision.

"...Why can't you always say something nice, W." She said to herself.

"Why do you always make every meeting look like this? Obviously His Highness has..."

She raised her hand abruptly, about to slap her own cheek on the other side.

However, her hand was still in the air after all.

"W, you are really useless."

She fell back and sat softly on her chair, but she didn't want to move anymore.

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I hope the eagle horn backstab won't be too hard at night ()

No.17: Hello Daddy, Goodbye Daddy

Three 10 minutes is not long.

During these short 10 minutes, a lot happened in this land outside of Qiecheng.

The number of members of the integration movement who escaped is increasing, dozens, hundreds, thousands.They scurry around the ground like headless ants.A few fled to the wilderness, while most rushed to Chernobog, which was close at hand and undefended.

They will storm the city and cause chaos.

Although the defense of Chernobog has been dismantled.But there are still some measures and manpower that can continue to be in the field of resistance.

They can't last long, but they can play a role in delaying time after all.

Time however... the integration movement doesn't have that much time.

Cadres disappeared one by one, and the leaders ignored them.As the banner and backbone of the infected, the well-known patriot still has a high reputation.But he couldn't get rid of the panic lingering in the hearts of many infected people around him-he didn't choose to let the integration movement simply escape into Chernoborg.Because he has led the army for many years and knows how easy it is to turn a retreat into a rout.

So he won't retreat, because as long as he doesn't retreat, those stragglers who fled into Chernobog in fear can't make any big moves.However, once he breaks away from the front line, the integration movement that has lost courage, fighting spirit, and even lost faith will turn into a gathering of defeated soldiers.And a group of defeated soldiers will bring unforeseen pain to a city.

However, good news did not wait for him.

Accompanied by a while of trotting, at the side of this burly, tall, mountain-like giant, there was a sentry he trusted, who brought him extremely bad information.

"Captain!" The sentinel used to be his guard.And the patriot can clearly detect the panic and anxiety floating in the heart of this absolutely courageous subordinate. "The leader is not in the camp. She and her guard left half an hour ago!"

The burly giant moved, and scarlet light leaked from behind the mask with antlers.He raised the pitch-black halberd silently.And everyone who is familiar with him knows how angry he is at the moment.

Tallulah, this woman, what exactly does she want to do! ?

From under the pitch-black mask, there is a scorching breath gushing out.And after touching the cold air of Ursus, it atomized sharply, spreading like a dangerous cloud-he seemed to want to turn around and do something.However, his movements froze suddenly, and his huge head was thrown towards the end of the horizon!

"Captain?" asked his men.

"Array." A heavy whisper came from under the mask. "It, dusk, is here."

——There is a ray of fire, bursting from the end of the horizon.

And the next moment, the color of dusk spread outward.

The sky turned from a gloomy blue-gray to a painful dark yellow.And the next moment, the scorching air wave from the other side turned into an oncoming storm and swept across this temporary gathering place!

The smell of sulfur floated in the air, pungent and dazzling.Even with the masks blocking them, the integrated miscellaneous soldiers who barely maintained order under the suppression of the patriots were filled with panic in an instant.Their legs trembled and they were sweating profusely. The most valiant might still be able to hold their weapons tightly, while those lesser and weaker were instantly infected with the deepest despair.

"I, I don't want to die here!" - The first sword and shield soldier ran away.Throwing down the weapon, he ran to Chernobog not far away, crying and crying.He should have been regarded as a deserter and executed on the spot, but at this moment, even the supervisory team of the integration movement has been shaken.

Leader... Where is the leader?

She is not here, she has abandoned us!

No one responded, no one refuted, and more fugitives appeared in the formation of the integration movement.However, compared to the horrified integration movement, those living in Chernobog who are more aware of the infamy of the Burning Demon have taken more actions—even if the guards were transferred early, even if the nobles were already Run away as many as possible.The power core that was forcibly shut down also showed signs of resuming operation!

The roar sounded, and the sound of the big bell and the siren continued.The sleeping city is like a frightened snail, trying to start up again in a panic!

Yet dusk was drawing near.

Take your time, take your time.The overflowing flames and the dust in the atmosphere gathered together and turned into a huge tornado rushing towards us like a mountain!

The Patriots' army resisted, forming arrays against the Warlocks, erecting the Originium Altar of Sarkaz and uniting all forces.They are strong-willed and unafraid of pain.However……

However, the twilight fire from beyond still engulfed everything here.

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Patriot, former general of Ursus, last Wendigo, Bodrokas propped up his halberd and huge shield.He looked around, and all he could see was a barrier made of flames and dust—here was a tornado, the core of a hurricane.And in this narrow land with a radius of less than 30 meters, this is a perfect arena.

He couldn't hear the voices from outside the vortex, but he could imagine the suffering that members of the integration movement outside were about to face.He remembered how the combined barrier he and his army had formed was shattered by the blow of the giant in the twilight.Then, the shock wave and scorching gale blew them all away.

He is not worried about his subordinates, because his troops have the most solid and thick protection.This flame tornado will knock back and hurt, but not enough to kill them outright.Unless they insist on coming here to die, their subordinates should not suffer much damage.

But what he was worried about was actually those ordinary integrated members—the Foehn, which was not effective against heavily armed troops, was simply a disaster for those unarmored targets.

they will die.

They will suffer heavy casualties.

But surviving may be a higher priority before worrying about them.

He propped up his shield, staring at the barrier of flame and wind vortex directly in front of him like an eagle.There is a different kind of silence and stability in the core of the storm that is stagnant here.Only wisps of smoke and dust were constantly pulled up from the ground, thrown into the sky and merged into the wind vortex.

And at the end of the barrier, a pair of white hands protruded lightly.

The delicate face, the red and black battle skirt and the burning hair, as well as the red and black giant sword floating around his body, which is lightly held by the white hand - and all these point to A common object and title.

"Fire Giant King." Bozhuo Kasti's voice was hoarse and heavy. "It turns out that you are Burning Ember."

"It's our first time meeting, Bozhuo Kasti." Sarkaz nodded slightly at him. "I need you to live. There are some things I need you to do. But I don't think you can be persuaded by words."

The giant antler let out a heavy 'huh'.

"So, you use Sarkaz's way to talk to me."

"Yes." Miss Stelter nodded slightly. "The rules of Sarkaz, the winner orders and the loser obeys. I will give you a chance to challenge me. Use your shield, your halberd, any way you can think of, to fight me. If you wish, Then I can also stop the tornado and let you lead your army to fight against me. But I don’t need them alive, so I won’t show any mercy in the battle.”

"You, sure enough?"

"Full practice 42 with a black horn can pass the raid 7-18, and I am more than a three-year-old now." Stel snorted softly, and said something that Bo Zhuokasti couldn't understand. "Yes, I'm sure. And before my patience runs out, you can start this battle in any way you see fit."

"My daughter, what happened to her?"

"She's still alive, and I've basically cured her of the Originium disease." Shirtel didn't intend to hide what she had done, but simply and directly said the answer. "I introduced her to a reliable medical company for follow-up care. If there is no accident, you will be able to see her alive and kicking soon."

The black giant fell silent.

"You, inherit, Your Highness, the will?"

"She is her, and I am me." Shirter replied lightly, holding Lewandine's sword handle lightly. "However, some of your doubts can indeed be answered. For example, your fate, for example, the prophecy of the devil. For example, the way out that the infected will eventually have... But all of that will be after you are defeated by me."