The Riddler Get Out of Terra

As a result, a group of mud-legged people grew food, but they didn't leave [-]% of it to Master Anton in advance. Do they still want to rebel? !

Today, I have to teach those mud-legged people a lesson!

How many should I kill...

Anton began to think about how many disobedient mud-legged people he would have to kill in order to continue to maintain the supreme dignity of the pickets. As for not killing people, it was just a lesson?

What kind of picket team is that? What kind of popularity is that?

Today there are farms that dare not pay food, and tomorrow there will be farms that dare to take in infected people!

As for the hateful looks of those mud-legged people on the farm... the emperor of Ursus had executed countless Ursus people!Do their family members dare to show their teeth to the emperor?

In the tundra, the pickets are the emperors of these mud-legged people!

As for those snowy night ghosts who repeatedly destroyed the mines... The emperor still had opposition, didn't he? Anton heard a lot of gossip when he left the mobile city. After the death of the old emperor who led the Ursus people to conquer the city, the new emperor was already struggling. Not a secret.

However, just as Anton was hurriedly thinking about how to make clay legs, the newcomer who was opening the way in front stopped.

boom--!

Anton accidentally bumped into the newcomer hard, knocking the young man, who had not yet adapted to the life of the picket, staggered. However, he had no intention of apologizing. Instead, the senior Anton pushed the newcomer away with a curse. He muttered and looked forward:

"[Usas expletive], can you walk! [Usas expletive], if you don't know what to do, don't do it! Not just any [Usas expletive] can enter the picket!"

He pushed the newcomers around, with a big horse, a golden sword, and a majestic attitude. He thought he was blocking the Usa who knew that the pickets were coming. They were so frightened that they hurriedly came over to beg for mercy with the food that Mr. Anton wanted. Snong people.

However, the fact is that a group of squads wearing the same bright coats as themselves stood in the snow like ghosts, watching the picket members dimly.

Anton suddenly shuddered:

The gazes of these people reminded him of infected wolves that were so hungry that they went crazy on winter nights and were so bold that they attacked the pickets.

There was no hatred, no fear, and no fanaticism mentioned in the books describing the battle between Casimir and Ursus. The hungry wolves just stared at the newcomer Anton with natural hunger, or he would eat him. , or it eats him, there is no other option.

These people who stood in the snow and said nothing, just stayed there and stared at them, also had the same vicious and fearful eyes that Anton had when he was a newcomer.

This is a life-and-death struggle between you and me!

Anton said nothing. He was already an old picket, and he was no longer the idiot who stood motionless in front of hungry wolves and needed to be rescued by the old picket.

Whoosh-!

The sound of crossbow arrows scraping the air was as sad as ever.

Chapter 38 Return

Anton shoots quickly.

Unlike those fanatical close-combat Ursus soldiers, he was afraid of death and pain, and he didn't dare to leave scars - in the tundra, any small wound could easily lead to infection. The prodigal son takes his life.

So he practiced crossbow hard, constantly took time to ask the old man for advice, regarded crossbow arrows as his companions until death, and kept shooting arrow after arrow at moving or still targets in the tundra.

Countless infected people died under his arrows. Every time a sharp steel object was pulled out of the dead body, he always estimated where his progress had reached and whether he needed to continue training.

Anyone would get tired of playing cards in the tundra. The boundless wind and snow here and the endless emptiness as far as the eye can see can anesthetize the mind of every normal person, so Anton only has crossbows as exercises, as weapons, as companions, and as entertainment. .

In such a long-lasting training, he was able to do more and more. From the initial random arrow method to look at the face and output, until the infected person's mage light ball was brewing in his hands, his arrows had already penetrated the opponent's head. , Anton’s archery skills became more and more accurate and faster.

In a direct confrontation, there will be an infected person who can condense the spell when the arrow is shot, but when he makes up his mind to sneak attack, no one can escape his crossbow!

But Anton's arrows, which were always on target, still failed.

It wasn't that the other party was fast, or that someone blocked it at the critical moment. The strange team that stood there and locked eyes on Anton's picket team with ferocious and vicious eyes like hungry wolves did not move. There was a layer of strange fluid that blocked everything. harm.

impossible!

Only then did Anton notice that the strange blur in his vision was not the reflection of the snow, but that there was always a layer of fluid blocking the surroundings of the group of people, preventing them from disaster!

But how is this possible?

Anton is not an illiterate person. Before he was kicked out of the mobile city, he was an apprentice making customized Originium staffs, and he had already known about magic.

Generally speaking, the more powerful the spell, the shorter its duration.

, the duration of more than 1 minute is considered astonishing, and then it is necessary to readjust the spell unit and reset the spell casting. Exceptions may be short-lived or die suddenly on the spot.

But what is going on here?

Anton once again fired a precise crossbow, and the newcomers around him followed him in shooting. Not without fanatical melee enthusiasts who tried to pick up their long knives and shouted long live Ursus, launching a wave of death charges - the picket was now damaged by [-]%. Team members are proof of their actions.

——The radiant fluid is just a roll. Any picket who tries to engage in close combat is like a picture on a canvas being erased by an eraser, and immediately disappears from the world.

There were no exceptions, no one was alive, and even the flying snowflakes disappeared within three meters of the fluid.

As the snowflakes fell, the scale of these fluids continued to expand. Anton could have used his coolness to shoot an arrow to break through, but now he could only stare at the fluid shield that enveloped the entire unfamiliar team.

Or... go around?

Anton, whose thinking is as flexible as his moral bottom line, thought of another method, but the ten-person team opposite seemed to have guessed his intention. The leader, who was leading the other nine people to silently recite a spell, raised his right hand high, and a strong chill flowed down. Anton's spine goes right into his head!

He immediately lay down, in a state of panic and hysteria. His rough skin was torn in the snow, and blood oozed from large and small mouths on his face, but Anton did not dare to move. From his intuition to his body, his senses were in danger of dying if he moved them. Reach the peak in one moment!

Whoosh——chi——

His actions saved him.

Anton only heard a fleeting strange sound, and then the entire tundra fell silent.

There was no echo of the bow string tearing the air, no sound of wind constantly moving to open a distance, and even the vibration of the soles touching the ground disappeared. The shouts and curses of the new members of the picket team greeting each other's eight generations of ancestors disappeared in Anton's ears. Like a fleeting dream.

Only the cold ground and burning wounds reminded Anton that he was not just sitting comfortably warming himself at the picket gathering place. The danger was still not over, and the team members he was leading had been swallowed up by the snowy night of the Ursus Tundra.

Click, click—

When Anton was reluctant to raise his head, the sound of boots stepping on the snow was getting closer and closer to him. The strange team blocking the picket was now strolling around, like hunters watching the prey at the end of the road, with vigilance and pride. .

But how could I end up here! ! !

Anton shouted in his heart, and the Ursus, whose soul was burned with rage and fear, jumped into the air with a big jump!

He still has crossbow arrows, and he still has legs that have been tempered many times! ! !

As long as someone is hit by his arrow, he can easily find the weakness of the encirclement...

laugh--

Eh?

A strange sound of breaking the air sounded around him. Anton looked back belatedly and realized that it was the sound of fluid splitting the air.

The colorful, radiant and wonderful fluid split the air and made a pitiful sound. It swallowed up everything in the way, whether it was air particles or human flesh and blood. From Anton's last perspective, he only saw the fluid gently brushing against him as he pedaled. Strong thighs in mid-air——

So he fell hard to the ground, and his hot blood flowed all over the snow, melting away the layers of ice and snow, leaving a dazzling red color.

"Ahhhh-!!!!"

"Legs! My legs!!!"

It wasn't until severe pain and dizziness caused by blood loss struck together that Anton realized what had happened. He no longer cared about the supreme majesty of the picket team and rolled on the snow crying, feeling intense panic and loss. All despair made him move his body crazily, but he could only roll around in phantom pain.

At some point, a pair of pure black cotton boots came closer. Anton subconsciously wanted to pick up the crossbow, but intense pain came from the back of his neck. Even in the face of the pickets who had lost their legs, these hungry wolves still chose carefully. Make a sound in the east and attack in the west!

What did I mess with?

Before his consciousness fell into darkness, Anton only had a few weak thoughts left.

Chapter 39 Preparation

The early morning doesn't bring much to look forward to for the Ursans.

Busy traffic is exclusive to mobile cities. In the tundra, apart from the strong winds tearing up the snow and dust and making the sun and clouds extremely dark, only the desolate and boundless plain landscape is left exposed with dark gray wounds.

The ice and snow persist all year round, and as the wind blows and people walk by, the infected are clearly distinguishable from ordinary people and bustling with each other. Except for the blood-red sun in the sky, no one can see clearly how many unspoken stories are sleeping in the gray and white tundra.

But this morning's story was a first for everyone on the farm.

At first, people just beat the freezing temperature as always and stretched out their hands and feet from the quilts brought by the integration team. The Usas farmers gritted their teeth and put on the cotton-padded clothes and trousers traded in the same batch as the quilts, shivering. Wash your face with water.

There is no hot water for washing your face here. Instead of wasting the wood mined by the boys in the integration team to boil water, people are more accustomed to splashing ice ball on their faces to refresh themselves.

In the burning pain, they casually heated up the food they had prepared last night, boiled a pot of strong wine, and then bit into the tasteless bread while stuffing their lunch and wine bottle into the built-in pockets of their cotton-padded jackets.

Life on the tundra is difficult. Before the integration team came, farmers could only boil a pot of hot water (sometimes they had to use cold water if they didn’t have enough wood) and add a bag of fried rice. The dry taste and invisible The days at the end can freeze every hope in your heart to ice

cold.

Only after the integration team arrived did the farmers discover that so much food could be grown in the fields. In fact, the food did not have to be sold to those vicious businessmen at a discount, and external industrial products did not need to cost astronomical prices in their eyes.

When you drink hot wine from a flask in your mouth, sit in a home with plenty of wood at night and enjoy the warmth of the fireplace, and eat soft bread in the morning, even the most stubborn Ursus people can't tell the ulterior motives of the integration team. .

The tundra does not recognize the future, while natural disasters and hunger make everyone only recognize the present.

When even the infected people were taken away collectively by the integration team and would never come out to grab food or noodles again, the people in the farm already welcomed these young men very much.

The biggest dream of many farm youths who don’t want to work in the fields is to join the integration team. However, the other party welcomes such joining and even sends the young men to study elsewhere——

Liott's son was one of the young people who joined the integration team and left their hometown. He left to study half a month ago and came back a week ago to show off photos of the integration team's base in front of his old man.

It is really beautiful, very beautiful, precise and graceful, and has an unparalleled and meticulous architectural style in its roughness. It is the favorite of the Ursus people.

Old Liott saw that his son could learn to work in such a base, and even learn to use the integration team's magic stone to open up fields, and even the grief of his eldest son being beaten to death by the picket team eased a bit.

He once again stuffed some mint leaves into his mouth to wake himself up - this was a gift specially bought for him by the young man from the integration team when he discovered that he had severe dark circles under his eyes - and comforted the old woman beside him to continue sleeping and get up later, slowly and slowly. I walked out of the room and prepared for today's work.

The cold air was as hurtful as the icy water. Old Liott stamped his feet on the ground to warm up his whole body - now that the boys from the integration team are here, there is hope for the farm!

Just yesterday, old Liott witnessed with his own eyes the four people who killed his son were burned alive, and their accomplices were punished one by one, and the big stone in his heart also fell.

He didn't care about the retaliation from the picket team. If the picket team came, old Liott could go up with a shovel and fight hard to make the boys from the integration team run away!

The promises made by those children last night were sincere. Old Liot's heart, tortured by disaster and grief, could easily see that their actions and thoughts were so consistent, but because of this, he could not let these bring hope. The lads died here!

The precarious farm people have hated the pickets for too long. Like the infected, they are more terrifying in the hearts of the farmers than natural disasters. They take away food at any time and at will, and even kill unconvinced farmers at every turn. The pickets are black Beetle-like clothing is the nightmare of all tundra people.

No one will like them.

Old Liott moved uncomfortably for a while, getting used to the discomfort caused by stuffing a crossbow under his cotton-padded clothes - if the pickets came unreasonably, he was willing to let this crossbow shoot the first rebellious crossbow. .

But today's young men in the integration team don't have the same anxiety as old Leot. They even happily lead farmers who also got up early in groups to build production.

The stones on which spells were engraved glowed with crimson fire, and the ice and snow melted and the earth became moist, creating another round of fertile land that could be deeply cultivated.

This is probably the power of God.

Old Liott, who did not understand the origin stone technology and the legend of Lateran, regarded this stone that could bring vitality to the tundra as a gift from God.

——Although his son who went to the base to study always said that thing was called the Source Stone Skill Record Stone version 1.0.

The prodigal son even proudly released the power of another stone emitting brown light in front of his old father, causing the land where wheat had been planted to devour the wheat stalks.

According to him, doing this can quickly decompose wheat in the land and turn it into nutrients for the next round of wheat growth. Therefore, the light brown stone is named Source Stone Technology Record Stone Fertility Transformation 1.0.

But, forgive old Liott, he is just an old farmer who has lived in the tundra for most of his life. He does not need to understand those long names. He only knows that these two kinds of stones are good things to help farmers farm, and he It’s enough that the loved ones at home can be released easily——

Seeing his children's triumphant expressions, Old Liott knew that he would not lose money if he risked his life to protect the young men of the integration team.

Chapter 40 Parade

However, until noon, when old Liott was left sweating in the dry and cold temperature of the tundra, those damn pickets did not come.

The brown soil was turned up by farm tools, and then seeds were sprinkled on it by other people who were waiting next. The third round of farmers buried it with small shovels, and the fourth group of people spread fertilizer——

Finally, let the young men of the integration team release the power contained in the stone that exudes an earthy yellow halo, and a flour material that can develop quickly can break out of the ground in half a month.

It is said that such seeds are precious goods that are only available in Mobile City. After improvements from Colombia, Letania and even the Yan Kingdom, the growth rate will be so fast that old Leot cannot understand. Only such seeds can satisfy the needs of Mobile City. The demand brought about by the huge urban population.

Those nobles will not eat the food specially grown by people like Old Leo. The crops produced in the tundra are always not so edible. With the strong wind and cold here, if not treated carefully, the mouth and throat will be rubbed straight. smoke.

So mobile urban agriculture

These crops, which grow at an astonishing rate, will be planted in large quantities in the base to satisfy the appetites of the gentlemen and workers. They are full of juice and have a delicious taste. Old Leot even shed tears when he bit into his mouth for the first time.

The people in the tundra are indeed weeds that are not needed. The gentlemen eat the food grown from precious seeds and drink the good wine brewed from these grains, but they can only bite the food that grows in the dry and cold land of the tundra. The stubborn branches are struggling hard.

But there are still surprises for old Leot today, such as... a broken human body that is being pushed into the village by a small team using a wooden cart with wooden poles.

The farmers who had just finished their morning farming were first taken to the shed between the farmland and the farm by the young men from the integration team to rest. While talking and laughing, everyone took out dry food and drinks and drank heavily - even if they did not bring anything, the young men also A bowl of hot soup will be served to warm the stomach.

But just today, they saw young men they knew but who were not present when the traitors were executed yesterday, pushing a crudely made wooden cart.

Wearing beautiful coats that they only wear when going on missions, thick cotton shoes, and fur hats, they moved forward shouting slogans, and some young men opened their mouths to sing Ursus folk songs. The whole team was jubilant and happy. Incredible.

The farmers moved over without any grudges and prepared to help - they collectively ignored the unlucky guy who was tied to the wooden stake in the car. The sinner caught by the boys must be the enemy of the farm!

But the closer Old Leot gets, the more familiar he feels. As he gets closer, the man groaning in front of the wooden pile makes Old Leot's heart beat faster and faster. The world in his eyes is red, and his breathing is constantly rapid. The memories are in his eyes. A comeback came back in his heart, taking old Liot to that morning that he never wanted to remember in his life:

That year, both he and his wife were sick, and the eldest son took his brothers to work in their fields. He was a filial and cheerful young man, getting along with his peers on the farm, and he also fell in love with the girl from the old Paul family.