Three Good Salary Kings Stand on the Ark

But fortunately, Ashes finally appeared in front of her without incident, and her hanging heart could finally be let go.

"Don't worry about me, although it's fine except for some accidents. What happened to you? When I passed by, I could only see Tracy's men occupying the stronghold."

Pulling up a chair and sitting down, Ashes stretched out his hand to hold Teresia's palm in W's murderous eyes, and asked about her body while checking her condition.

Teresia also told Ashes exactly what happened in the stronghold, without hiding anything.

"Is there an absolution over there? There are also sudden flames..."

"Also? Mr. Ashes, have you also encountered the Absolution Master?"

"Well, when I went to support the stronghold over there, I was besieged by five sinners. I killed four and escaped one."

"hiss...."

Ashes said very plainly, and Teresia didn't react at all, but W, who was listening, gasped after hearing it.

One hit five anti kill four?What grade of tile is this?And it's also the mysterious absolution master in the Sarkaz rumors...

W began to think about where did he get the courage to face Ashes one-on-one, but now it seems that he was just beaten severely, what a fate.

Just when W secretly decided not to provoke Ashes in the future, Ashes had already found out Theresia's physical condition.

Part of the flame injected into the dark mark was consumed. Judging from Theresia's description, it was transformed into part of her spell. Although there was some doubt as to why Theresia could mobilize the flame in the seal, after all, she had It is not surprising that a dark hole has appeared.

After confirming that Teresia was fine, Ashes also felt relieved, and was going to see the situation of the doctor. He was a little concerned by Kelsey's previous words.

Walking in the Tower of Babel, he saw some Sarkaz gathered together and whispering. Although Ashes didn't intend to eavesdrop, the content of their conversation was really interesting.

"What happened to Roel... you all know, right?"

"Well, of course, everyone knows the relationship between him and his brother. No one would want such a thing to happen."

"But that doctor, don't you think it's a bit... um... too cold? It's the same in the previous battles. She doesn't seem to be commanding the battlefield, but it's like playing a game of chess. The chess players will control the pieces life or death?"

"But she has indeed brought us many victories, and His Highness also trusts her."

"But he was so decisive, he sent people to die without hesitation... I feel a little uneasy..."

Ashes stood there and listened for a while, he seemed to understand the reason for Kelsey's hesitation earlier.

Turning and turning all the way, Ashes came to the door of the doctor's room, looked at the closed door, and tapped lightly.

After knocking a few times, there was no response from the room. It was unclear whether the doctor had fallen asleep or left, Ashes could only make a sound to identify himself.

"Doctor, are you there?"

This time there was a rustling sound in the room, and the door was opened after a while, the doctor poked his head out, and looked at Ashes together.

"...I knew you would be fine, is the situation over there difficult?"

"It's okay, it's just a little troublesome."

Opening the door, the doctor turned sideways to let Ashes enter the room. At this time, the room was dark and dark, the thick curtains were drawn, the quilt on the bed was rolled up in a mess, and the sheets were also slightly wrinkled. It seemed that the doctor had just Should be lying in bed.

But Ashes looked down. The doctor was still wearing a somewhat dirty coat at this time, and he didn't even take off his shoes. This was not the way he was resting.

"Have you seen Teresia's situation? Is she okay?"

Even though Ashes had entered the room, the doctor still didn't open the curtains, just dragged Ashes to sit by the bed, took off his coat, took off his shoes and socks, sat on the bed with his arms around his knees, and asked Ashes.

"Don't worry, she's fine, she just needs to rest."

Ashes looked at the doctor's eyes, and looked at the slightly red circles around her eyes even in the dark.

"But it's your problem that needs to be addressed now."

Chapter 533 The most wronged thing is that someone understands your grievance

The Doctor is not Sarkaz.

In fact, no one knows what the doctor's race is. She doesn't have the characteristics of any race, and she can't see the advantages of any race. She doesn't have the dexterity of the Filin tribe, and she doesn't have the great strength of the Fenghoof tribe. It seems that's it. Ordinary, ordinary.

Apart from race, no one knows where the doctor came from, and no one knows what her past was like. They only know that one day Kelsey brought her to appear suddenly, and it was logical to hang out with Teresia and the others. Together.

Fortunately, few people cared about these things, and the doctor lived a normal life like this until Tracys usurped the throne.

Teresia hoped to regain Kazdel, but at the very beginning, they had very little power, insufficient manpower, insufficient supplies, and the Tower of Babel was crumbling.

So with the idea of ​​a dead horse as a living horse doctor, the doctor who was asked to stand up, and then she discovered that she seemed to have some kind of talent in her mediocre self.

It's not Teresia's affinity, nor Kelsey's profound knowledge, but her ability to control the battlefield.

The intricate battlefield and the ever-changing situation are surprisingly simple in her eyes. Various tactics automatically emerge in her mind, and her control of the battlefield is terrifyingly accurate.

In this way, the doctor stepped in and became the commander of the Tower of Babel. He commanded the team that could almost be called a straggler, and won those initial battles for Theresa.

Through the hands of the doctor, she can find a way to deal with the seemingly hopeless battle, and she can lead the team to kill a bloody road no matter how difficult the situation is.

It can be said that if there is no doctor, then there is no current Tower of Babel.

She has always worked hard for the Tower of Babel without any complaints, and every battle has been [-]% perfect, with the smallest battle damage in exchange for the greatest victory.

The doctor believes that this is right, because she did this at the beginning, so that the Tower of Babel developed slowly and gained a chance to breathe.

But today someone stood in front of her and scolded herself, thinking that her decision-making was too ruthless and cruel.

The doctor couldn't refute it, because that's what she planned, to sacrifice the least amount of people in exchange for the greatest degree of human safety.

She couldn't quibble, after all, other people's blood relatives died because of her order.

Facing Luo Er's questioning, she could only admit it.

After Luo Er left in silence, the doctor also refused to be accompanied by anyone, and returned to his room without even changing his coat or taking off his shoes, and threw himself on the bed and pulled the quilt to cover himself.

Thick curtains blocked the light from outside, and the closed door blocked outsiders. In this room where only the doctor was alone, she lay on the bed, feeling aggrieved suddenly in her heart.

why?

Obviously you want me to command, obviously you want me to do this, why are you blaming me now?

The doctor couldn't figure it out, he just lay there blankly, emptying his mind.

She wanted to cry, but held back, because she was the commander of the Tower of Babel, because there would be many battles in the future, and she was needed to command.

Forget it, so be it.

The doctor comforted himself in his heart, someone has to be the villain, so why can't it be her?

Just when the doctor was about to lick her wound silently, someone knocked on the door suddenly. She wanted to pretend that no one was there, but she got up after hearing the voice calling for her.

The doctor embraced his knees, rested his face on his arms, his chestnut hair was hanging down randomly, because there was no light source in the room, her outline was somewhat blurred in the darkness.

But Ashes could still see her eyes, the light in them dimmed slightly.

"You know everything?"

"I heard something on the way here."

Ashes replied truthfully, and the doctor also turned sideways at this time, so as not to let Ashes see his face.

"What do you think about Ashes? Do you think I'm cold and heartless, inhuman, and scary?"

She squeezed her fingers quietly, and she regretted it as soon as she said it.

"A commander like me... Is it already disqualified... But that's all I can do..."

The doctor's voice became smaller and smaller, and in the end it was only a soft whisper.

"No, Doctor, you did nothing wrong."

Ashes said resolutely, he stretched out his hand to grab the doctor's hand, and held it tightly.

"I know, everyone in the Tower of Babel has always expected you and every decision you make, I know."

The doctor's delicate body trembled, and the hand held by Ashes wanted to withdraw, but the strength was limp.

Ashes knew the doctor. He knew everything about the demon doctor called the Tower of Babel that Kelsey had told about, and the young doctor now.

The doctor who was ruthless on the battlefield and merciless towards the enemy, after leaving the position of commander and returning to life, is just a somewhat withdrawn girl who is not good at words and showing her sincerity to others.

She obviously has no memory of the past, but she is still willing to take responsibility. She knows nothing, but she is still willing to trust others.

"You've done enough."

The fortress that pretended to be strong finally collapsed, the doctor's nose became sore, and water rippled in his eyes.

The most wronged time is not when you know that you are wronged and feel sad alone, but when someone knows your wrongedness.

The doctor couldn't pretend anymore, she threw herself towards Ashes, reached out and grabbed his clothes, and slammed into his arms.

There are too many burdens on her thin shoulders, but few people can understand her.

Could it be that she directed because she likes it?Could it be that she racked her brains to win one victory after another for the Tower of Babel just because she liked it?Could it be that she gave up the soldiers who obeyed her and let them die because she liked it?

There was too much sadness and grievance in the doctor's heart, but she didn't know how to vent it out. Everything around her surrounded her, making her unable to stop and take a breath.

O weary heart, rest in the harbor.

Ashes reached out and patted the doctor's back with gentle movements. He could feel the doctor's trembling, he could feel the doctor's strength, and he could also feel the gradually spreading warmth.

Slowly, the doctor's movements slowed down, and his tightly clenched hands relaxed.

She fell asleep.

Gently brushing the chestnut hair, Ashes picked up the doctor and put her on the bed, covered her with the quilt and tucked in the corners of the quilt, and left the room silently.

"Good night, Doctor."

Chapter 534 Undead, Immortal

In the pitch-black underground chamber, the darkness here is thick and oppressive, with a heaviness that seeps into the bone marrow.

Although there are a few dim lights of candles, it seems that even the little lights are afraid of the darkness, and they can barely illuminate a small area.

Tracy collected his mind and walked slowly towards the center of the secret room. Even though he had been here many times, he still felt great pressure.

Half of the secret room is piled up with pale white bones, most of them are dilapidated, with a somewhat grotesque abstraction.

And sitting in a corner of the secret room, exuding a strong sense of presence is a corpse.

Huge corpse.

Its huge body was propped up by its pale bones, and the pitch-black mist moved through it, as if it had a will of its own.