Old Hunter of Tomorrow’s Ark

"Ha...Really, Mudyan, why are you talking to Shishi again? You can't be the captain when you are in a daze like this."

As a Sarkaz, this Goliath is already extraordinarily tall, but in front of this heavily armored giant, he is still as thin as a child.

"I'm just communicating with my rock friends, it's a very enjoyable process - smoker, what did you find?"

Accompanied by hoarse breathing, a noisy voice emerged from the giant's armor.

"Okay, but I have to disturb you and your friends for a minute - didn't you say that you plan to worry about some infected people recently, go north to Ursas, and try your luck with the Integration Movement, but you can't get the supplies on the road? ?"

He took out a task list, and the smoker handed it to Mudstone.

"Now, I have found a way to directly collect the toll, hey, we have met the big financier - the merciful His Royal Highness Theresia, this transaction is absolutely right, there is not a single mercenary serving under her. speak ill of her!"

He carefully used his hand wrapped in heavy gauntlets to knot the paper in the smoker's hand. The "giant" known as the mudstone, brought the paper close to the pitch-black mask, and couldn't help scratching the long black horns on both sides of the top of his head.

"Welcome and protect the three guests who crossed the border to Kazdell, Gao Qi, Skadi, Li... Well, this might be worth a try."

Looking at the curling smoke in the distant village, Mudyan slowly got up from a half-kneeling state and nodded.

"I just hope that the integration movement is really what we think it is."

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"Thearesia, are you there? I heard that you hired mercenaries to protect Gao Qi, which would easily reveal their whereabouts..."

Holding a cup of cold bitter coffee, Kelsey opened the curtain of the camp tent and walked into Theresia's room.

Recently, she has received several letters from Gao Qi.

Of course, in addition to the letter to Kelsey, there are also letters to Seria and the others.

In the past few days, Kelsey has seen uncontrollable anticipation and excitement on the faces of Serea, Homer, Ifrit, White-faced Owl and even Kafka - they all thought they were covering it up well .

Most of the content in the letter is some boring greetings, but the key positions are encrypted in an ancient language (English) that both of them can understand.

The **** of Casimir was stopped before he fully recovered, and he completely fell and disappeared.

Although he had guessed a safe result by observing the stars before, Kelsey finally calmed down when he got his letter.

Kelsey understands that Gao Qi is indeed an incredible person, and he even got the assistance of Shining - she and Shining are old acquaintances, and know what the other party understands.

And when Gao Qi came to Kazdel, he must not just come to look for relatives.

"Bloodthirsty... What did he do with the Gorefiend, but it's fine, he can distract Thearesia less."

Suddenly, Kelsey found that Teresia's office had been tidy up, and there was a piece of paper full of beautiful words on the table.

And the words written on it are...

[Kelsey, take a good look at the house, I recently discovered two talents that are indispensable to our plan, both of them are in the Gorefiend territory - I plan to invite them personally, it is best to bring the Gorefiend in In the military committee, remember to treat Mr. Gao Qi well! 】

And looking at the words on the paper, Kelsey couldn't help sighing.

"It's over... the sheep go into the tiger's mouth."

Taking a sip of the cold, bitter coffee, Kelsey's cat ears drooped down with some disappointment.

She really wants to drink, Gao Qi's coffee - of course, not looking forward to him!

1. Brother and sister - Winter is coming.

There is no gunpowder smoke, no war, and no ruins of the war buffer zone.

In the center of Kazdel, there is such a safe and peaceful area hidden in the mountains.

Although there is no magnificent giant structure like a mobile city, but in the embrace of the mountains, there are dozens of mobile towns lined up side by side.

Compared with mobile cities, mobile towns, as a backward technology of the last era, have slower moving speeds, lower carrying capacity, and the strength of armor and protective equipment is far less than that of mobile cities.

But for the technology blocked by the countries, the Sakaz regime does not have the corresponding technology and funds to build a mobile city. Without this core of modern civilization, the countries will be greatly less vigilant about it.

But even so, the Sarkaz never gave up their struggle. On the moving towns and flats, countless factories were billowing thick smoke.

The factories are like giant beasts, devouring a large amount of industrial raw materials and spitting out murderous weapons. Tens of thousands of Sakaz workers are etching bullets, assembling siege bolts, and even casting precision large-scale guns. pipe fittings.

The Sakotas of Rutland have only authorized a few companies on the mainland to manufacture small guns. The technical priest acts as a consultant and conducts a lot of supervision throughout the process to ensure that the core technology will not be leaked. It is to let the Judgment Hall arrest and punish violators across the continent.

However, the Sarkaz people don't care about this. Although the finished product is shoddy, at least the Rutland Tribunal can't control it, nor can it control them.

After all, these "Demons" have nothing to lose, let them see the faces of these **** with halos on their heads, they will directly invite the Lateran Holy See, and another "Great Holy War" hundreds of years ago. ".

In the center of these mobile towns, among the biggest and best mobile towns, there is a high-rise building that is extremely rare in Kazdell, although it is not comparable to a skyscraper.

Through the wide floor-to-ceiling windows, a tall Sarkaz man with pink hair and a battle armor was sitting at his desk, drinking hot water from a teacup, and calmly admiring the comings and goings on the ground. lorries and workers.

But even at this comfortable moment, he remained vigilant and serious, and put his other hand on the long sword under the cloak around his waist.

Of course, in his capacity, even being the most vigilant person in the world is not an exaggeration.

Tracy, the leader of the Sarkaz Military Council, the only leader of the largest organization to unite the Sarkaz people and deal with foreign interference.

He has a long life span of hundreds of years, and is also the orthodox successor of the blood of the Sarkaz royal family. After a hundred years of fighting and learning, he has become a leader with iron-blooded wrists and thunderous methods. Under his leadership, The Military Council quickly attracted several great powers of the Sarkaz royal court and started a years-long unification war.

During the period, Tracy not only needed to be responsible for the civil war, but also needed to be vigilant against the interference of foreign forces. He had suffered more than a few hundred assassinations, so it is normal to be so vigilant.

"Sin Pardoner, answer my question."

Facing a shadowy figure in the darkness, Tracy asked in a calm tone.

"Is there any value in using the 'gods' that appeared in the Casimir incident? It seems that the army you sent to chase the fugitives didn't even dare to try to attack them. Is this cowardly or rational?"

Half a month ago, the spy who went to Casimir brought back some shocking news.

On the final day of the Casimir Knights Championship, a wave of energy that far exceeded the technological level of human society, and even surpassed the arrival of natural disasters, erupted inside the Great Knights Territory, and then disappeared without a trace.

Casimir's elite unit, the Silver Spear Pegasus, was found in the city, and after paying the lives of several dead spy agents through bribes and secret investigations, Tracy spy heard an inaccurate news.

The so-called supreme "God" that he had only seen in ancient books since he was a child completed a great recovery and was then killed by a group of people.

"Besides, an existence that can be killed by mortals—is it worthy of becoming a god?"

"Why do you need to ask me the answer you already know? Your Highness Tracy."

Walking out of the darkness, a woman dressed like Shining, wearing a black robe, holding a staff, but wearing a strange mask that looks like a sheep bone, slowly walked out of the darkness.

"The sin pardoner has studied ancient books for many years, and we know that the so-called "gods" are just high-ranking beings with special properties. Thousands of years ago, when the ancient Sakaz Empire looked down on the mainland, the gods were only our allies and weapons... not to mention , and the legend of the **** who killed gods."

Putting the staff on the ground, the pardoner looked towards the west of Kazdel, as if recalling the prosperous past of the Sarkaz people.

"The concept of the sin pardoner is to use the power of the gods, not to worship the gods - they are weird, twisted and uncontrollable, anyone who wants to completely control them will only become their puppets in the end, only science and rigorous means to ensure the safe use of their...power."

Having said that, the sin pardoner took out a small cube box made of transparent glass from his arms and placed it on the table.

In the square box, there is a distorted, bright red blood that is constantly twisting and changing in the air, constantly hitting the square box, as if it wants to devour the existence in front of it.

"The traitor took away the special individuals who could communicate with the gods of Sarkaz. The Silver Spear Pegasus also participated in the event of preventing the recovery of the higher-level individuals. With their existence, the sin pardoner could not act - Margaret Linguang The addition of them also made us fearful enough, and we had better options, so we gave up the pursuit of them."

Hearing the forgiver's answer, Tracy's expression was still as calm as before. He would not show any emotion on his face. This is the basic quality of a leader.

"Better choice, you mean... that hunter named Gao Qi?"

The Silver Spear Pegasus are tight-lipped, but there is no airtight wall in the world.

Relying on a lot of money to buy, gossip in the competitive knight party, and hear the information in the Casimir tavern, Tracy launched almost all spy networks, and finally pointed all the clues to one person.

In the computer in front of him, a photo appeared.

The photographer carefully hid it a thousand meters away, but in the photo, the man in black still cast his eyes on the photographer strangely, showing a smile.

Even in a photo, when Tracy saw this smile, he felt as if he was being watched by a hunter, and the cold hairs on his back stood up.

This man is extremely sensitive and extremely dangerous.

Of course, it was impossible for the photographer of the photo to leave this man alive. When he found out that he might be caught, he would immediately kill himself by taking poison.

"...Yes, there is no doubt that he was a participant in this incident. A month ago, a rebellion on the border of Casimir was also prevented by him. In fact, in the Colombian Balrog incident, and Sargon's From the mercenary, we have all obtained information about him - the pardoner does not know his true identity, but it is clear that he is closely related to our research."

Listening to the pardoner's analysis of the target, Tracy stretched out his finger and tapped the table lightly.

"Then, it seems that we need to invite this Gao Qi friend to Kazdel, and leave the matter to you, let the mercenaries do it - I need to see the results of the research on the 'Demon King' as soon as possible. ."

Immediately afterwards, the pardoner and Tracy looked out the door together.

In the corridor outside the door, a neat footstep came over.

"Yes, Your Highness, then it's time for me to retire."

He bowed gently towards Tracy without being humble, and then disappeared into the shadows again.

The next second, a woman who was half similar to Tracy, but more elegant and calm, opened the door.

"Ah, brother, were there any guests just now? Maybe I didn't come at the right time?"

With an indifferent smile, the speaker of the Military Council looked directly at his brother.

"We've finished talking. To be honest, I still have a lot of business to deal with - and, as I said, don't use your spells to spy on me."

Quietly looking at his sister, who is also the biggest political enemy in the military council, Tracy was still expressionless.

"Brother, you seem to have taken too much interest in one of Kelsey's and me's guests... If you want, when he settles down, I can bring him to visit you."

Without any shyness, Theresia smiled and looked at her brother.

"But please don't do some unnecessary little tricks in it - you don't know how good my guests are."

Bowing slightly, and performing a court ceremony that is meaningless in today's Kazdel, Thearesia said slowly.

"Kelsey... Do you still believe in that Feline woman, sister? Only the Sarkaz people can be the only ones worthy of unity. Too much trust in foreigners will only make your end bleak and miserable. Don't pursue those useless acts of kindness. already."

He frowned at Teresia. Teresis didn't say much. He knew that he couldn't convince his sister. The contradiction and political differences between the two had existed when they were born hundreds of years ago. .

"This is worth a try. We are all human beings. I will try anyone to be human, but it is you. My brother regards our low-level mercenaries as tools, and regards soldiers' lives as numbers, right?"

Turning around, Theresia slowly walked out of the room.

"You are the one who is different from us, Brother Tracy. The meeting about the Gorefiend territory is about to be held. I came to inform you of this. Remember to hold the meeting on time."

Soon, the door closed, leaving Tracy sitting alone at the table, drinking up the cold water.

"It seems... it's more necessary for me to bring your guests here."

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When the two real power controllers of Kazdel experienced a fierce confrontation, the "guests" in their mouths were at the moment in front of the bed of the truck.

"Okay, come on, Skadi, just drink the medicine, it will be fine after a while, the deep sea hunter has a strong immunity, it just takes a period of time to take effect."

On the bed, two months ago, Skadi, who had just killed a **** with Gao Qi, was now wearing a fever-relief sticker on his head, looking at the pale porridge in the spoon in front of him, and looked at Gao Qi pitifully. .

"I want to eat meat..."

Winter is coming, and Skadi... is sick again.

2. Three (travel) trip?

At the beginning of November, autumn has long passed, and the coldest winter has quietly come to the north of Terra.

For most poor people, heating and electric heaters are elusive materials. Most people still use crude, radiant Originium heaters, and those who live worse can only chop wood.

Ruixue is a good year, and bones are hidden in the snow.

Every time at this time, a large number of poor people will die of starvation and cold - this is not God's sin, but man's.

Letania, the land of magic, the land of singing, the northern border of the land of towers, is now covered by the second snow of the year.

The snowflakes were exceptionally large. The cold air flow from the extreme north of Ursus collided with the warm and humid air flow from Rem Billiton to the north, forming a quiet but grand snow scene.

On the vast but desolate field, only endless white snow and two ruts that have just been pressed out can be seen.

At the end of the rut, a van with lights on, parked quietly near the border, silent.

This time, this car is not for smuggling, it is just a temporary correction. The owner of the car has the most complete set of travel certificates.

This proof comes from the Linguang family of Casimir. Mars Linguang, the leader of the Silver Spear Pegasus Knights, was once the most feared opponent of Letania, and the most respected enemy of the "Knights" of Letania.

Of course, the Knights of Letania refer to the "War Mage" who integrates the artistic Originium skills into the battle in this land of spells, destroying opponents with spells rather than charges.

The Black Knight, who has won the Knights Tournament for three consecutive times, is the leader of the Lettania Knights.

Although the spells of Letania are not as wonderful as those of the ancient Sarkaz, they have surpassed the Sarkaz in modern times and become the country of the strongest and most artistic wizards.

A traveler and future son-in-law favored by Mars, naturally received the care of the Knights Association of Letania, and traveled unimpeded in Casimir.