The ancient dragon of Arknights

It’s great to have an accepting sister!

The two siblings began to discuss how to solve the current predicament. The first thing they were sure of was that they could not escape. In this carriage, their lives were still guaranteed. If they jumped out of the car, what would greet them would be yellow in the wilderness. Sand and natural disasters.

Two children cannot survive in the wilderness even if they have some ability. Food and fresh water can be supplied and hunted, and natural disasters can be avoided in advance - but it is people who are in danger.

The law can only take effect in the city. It is a dining etiquette set by the group of gentlemen in suits and ties in order to allow them to distribute the cake decently and reasonably.

But in the wilderness, the dead will be devoured by the Origin Stone Worms in a few hours. Those thugs will only brag to their friends in a certain camp about today's victory and the ugly appearance of your death; within a few days, This matter will be forgotten by him.

There are still clues that can be traced for those who die in the city, but in the wilderness... the land of Terra can eat people.

"There must be something in these boxes that they may need from time to time, and they also need to check our safety."

"So strike back quickly while they open the hatch."

"Yes, they must have maps and contacts when moving in the wilderness. That is the chance of our rescue."

Now that the decision was made, it was time to take action. After confirming that the wounds were no longer harmful, the two siblings rested at the positions closest to the hatch.

The communication between them has also changed from verbal conversation to gesture communication. The tacit understanding between the two siblings has long been able to do this; reduce the sound they make to avoid being discovered by the other party and take precautions in advance.

The only good thing at this time is that there is a small window on the top of the cargo compartment of this car - the light coming from nowhere barely lights up the entire space. Otherwise, it would be impossible to communicate with hand gestures in such an environment, Nesario. Whether or not Ceria can be found is a problem.

"Brother, you are better. I'll tie you up in the city if you ask..."

"Haha, as long as we act quickly, those losers will catch us. The main reason is this way of getting out of the city. That damn bastard actually dares to sit on the ground and raise the price!"

There were intermittent sounds outside, and it seemed that the kidnapper was approaching.

Neltharion had been on guard, so he hadn't withdrawn his claws yet.

The tactic previously discussed with Ceria was blitzkrieg - two children against two adult men. There was almost no chance of winning. The only chance was to reduce the opponent's numbers first.

Neltharion's claws can definitely kill people, so the key to victory or defeat rests on his shoulders.

Bang - the pull bolt outside the carriage was pulled, making a metallic collision sound.

One second, two seconds - the door was opened!

"That bastard, next time I-!"

The tall and lanky man was still complaining about something. He wasn't concentrating enough. This mistake was enough to kill him!

"Die!"

Neltharion chose to stab forward with his right hand, and his attacking right hand rushed straight towards the opponent's throat with four sharp claws.

The face may be blocked by the skull, the heart protected by clothing, and only the throat - defenseless and deadly.

Swish-!

As the sharp claws were drawn out, the fine saw teeth tore open the original wound.

There are several important arteries attached to the throat. As Neltharion tears it apart, bright blood spurts out; the bright red color dyes Neltharion's paws and clothes red, and the gushing blood continues to smear, The carriage door and the feet of the tall and lanky man turned red.

His pupils quickly contracted with the pain, and he instinctively wanted to fight back quickly, but the severe pain and gushing blood completely shattered his calmness.The man held his throat tightly with both hands and pressed against his wound, fighting for his life with the strength that seemed to strangle him to death.

Such a wound cannot be cured even by ordinary medical warlocks, let alone such a simple environment now?

"help me..."

His trachea was blocked by the influx of blood, and he screamed in pain several times before falling to the ground - he was dead.

Because of his violent movements, blood sprayed everywhere, like a blood-red flower blooming on the earth, pregnant with deadly bloody beauty.

"Big, big brother!"

The tall and lanky man struggled for a short period of time. During this time, both Neltharion and Ceria rushed towards the next target without distraction.

Facing the two siblings who were attacking, this fat guy didn't even bother to collect the body of his elder brother.

His not-so-long wingspan looked very big due to his obesity, and he swept towards Seria with a counterattack full of anger mixed with a hint of fear. Should I say it was luck or necessity? Because of his obesity, this guy's territory was lower. The tool he swung didn't leave much room to dive.

Ceria was forced to roll away to avoid the move.

If the elder sister fails to attack, then she can only look to her younger brother.

Neltharion's blood-stained claws stabbed towards the fat man. This guy was covered in fat, and one stabbing might not be able to kill him. He would have to be slowly worn down through bloodletting.

But what is unexpected is that this fat man only looks fat, but in fact his movements are very sensitive.

The fat man saw his eldest brother being choked by Neltharion with his own eyes, and he knew the power of that claw very well.

So he didn't go head-to-head, but jumped back several times to distance himself.

At the end of the raid, the enemy lost one man, leaving only one man.

'It's a two-on-one situation, even though it's two kids... but the advantage is mine. '

Neltharion thought so.

Chapter 18 The situation is reversed

"Sister, be safe."

"You too."

Although the two siblings care about each other, Neltharion must be responsible for the main attack in the end. After all, Ceria currently lacks effective means of killing, and her fists may not even be able to hurt the fat man.

"You two damn brats! I really underestimate you...you are so cruel at a young age..."

There wasn't much emotion between the thugs, but after all, the two brothers had acted together many times, and there were times when they helped each other.

Seeing his so-called "big brother" die in front of him with a look of fear on his face, Fatty couldn't help but feel a little sad.

These two brats are indeed extraordinary. They are so ferocious at such a young age, and a life is in their hands like this.

What did Neltharion himself think?

He was very calm. The other party wanted to kill him twice, so resistance was an inevitable choice.Killing the opponent is a choice that will never cause future troubles. Neltharion is even a little excited. As a pure killing machine, Neltharion is naturally extremely bloodthirsty.

"Cruel? The weak eat the strong, and the fittest survive. He has to pay the price with his life for his carelessness and laxity."

Neltharion looked at the blood slowly dripping from his paws. There was no regret or sorrow for wasting his life in his eyes, only a slowly burning flame.

Cha - The fat man pulled out a sheathed dagger from his waist. As the sheath was thrown away, a cold light flashed out.

Neltharion was not afraid. He used his strength under his feet and sprinted away, but he did not move forward. On the contrary, he reserved every move so that he could stop or turn when necessary - this is also the case for the Mistyclaw. The ability it has developed is extremely excellent athletic ability. With this ability, it can even fight against enemies twice the size of itself.

Neltharion has also inherited this ability at this moment, which is also the source of confidence for him to dare to attack.

What's more important is that he is not alone.

Ceria also started to attack the fat man as soon as Neltharion took action. She and Neltharion chose different attack directions, and the two siblings attacked one side.

The fat man now regrets that he did not carry a longer weapon. A small dagger obviously cannot attack in two directions at the same time.

'The claws on that little beast's hands are very dangerous. He will probably turn red if he is caught... This little bitch is not a threat...'

The fat man's brain was racing at this moment. The threat levels of the two siblings were obviously different. After weighing it, he decided to fight off Neltharion first - even if Seria took the opportunity to punch him a few times, he still believed in himself. Nothing will happen.

In an instant, the dagger in his hand swung towards Neltharion.

The arm was raised, exerted force, and then slashed to the side - the fat man's movements were clearly seen. Nessario dived down and avoided the knife at an incredible angle.

"Wha-ah!!"

Seria will not miss such an opportunity. Fatty has no intention of guarding her, so she will seize this opportunity.

She aimed at the fat man's crotch, which was covered by his fat belly, and punched hard - a critical hit at his weak point.

This is not a good experience for men. This kind of painful opportunity can shake any man to the point of revealing his flaws at the moment of life and death.

The intense pain made the fat man couldn't help but bend down, and Neltharion's attack rushed towards his face, his sharp claws stabbing at the eyes squeezed together by the fat - if he was lucky, he could stab him. Pierce the eye socket and smash the brain; if you are not lucky enough, you can also destroy the opponent's eyes.

Neltharion's fighting style is definitely not elegant. His attacks are almost all aimed at wounding and killing people. He is completely like a killer.

But in the wilderness, this is the best way to attack. Hidden weapons, poisons, backstabs and even bites with teeth are the best as long as you can survive.

Pfft!

Neltharion's hand clearly felt like it was piercing into the flesh, and he was about to tear the fat man's entire face apart.

A cornered animal still fights, a rabbit will bite when cornered, let alone a desperate thug?

"Ah——! I'm going to kill you, little bastard!"

His thick arms swung down quickly under the stimulation of pain.

"elder sister!"

Neltharion rolled awkwardly on the ground and quickly distanced himself. He quickly reminded Ceria, but unfortunately, her movements were half full.

A blood mark appeared on her shoulder, and she was scratched by a dagger.

"I am fine."

It was just a flesh wound, and although it hurt a lot, Ceria could endure it.

The fat man brandished the knife with one hand and covered his face with the other - blood gushed out from between his fingers. Neltharion's attack was very effective but not fatal.

"The blow just now seemed to have only hurt his face."

"Need to do it again..."

The two siblings also have very little physical strength left, and they may not be able to survive a few more moves like this.

The wind in the wilderness is very dry, carrying the yellow sand and flying into the distance - there is a smell of smoke in it.

'The smell of smoke? ! '

Neltharion did not hesitate, he rushed directly towards Ceria, and the two little dragons instantly rolled into a ball on the ground.

Neltharion's choice was correct, because the next moment he acted, a crossbow arrow flew past his body.

"Who!?"

Neltharion quickly stood up and looked out for the direction in which the crossbow arrows were coming - under his scolding, a dusty figure appeared from behind a small slope in the distance.

The rag-like clothes were barely wrapped around the body, the goggles were cracked, and the exposed skin was as rough and ugly as cracked bark, while the dirty hands held an earthen crossbow; in his mouth He was also holding a homemade cigarette in his mouth, which was where the smell of smoke Nesario just smelled came from.

This is the most common scavenger in the wilderness - almost everywhere you look in camps in the wilderness, there are guys like this.

Many security companies will always encounter one or two waves of such desperadoes during their missions, which is a common trouble.

But for both parties at this moment, this guy is the most terrifying threat.

'Thanks to the advantage of the wind direction... the sense of smell given by the Mistyclaw found this guy in time. '

Neltharion looked at the opponent fiercely. This guy was planning to attack him just now - he was an enemy, not a friend.

"Brother, you look like you are not very lucky? Do you need help? My price is quite cheap."

The hoarse voice sounded slowly, and the scavenger initiated a transaction request to the fat man.

"Break the hands and feet of these two brats! Don't kill them, especially the man!"

"Hey! Fatty, aren't you afraid that he will take advantage of you? I'm afraid that after you take care of us, you will be the next to die! That one over there, there is at least a suitcase of red gold in this carriage. Let us leave, we haven't seen anything. "

Neltharion knew very well that there was no trust between the two people in front of him, and he absolutely could not let them reach cooperation conditions now.

As it happens, he knows exactly how to instigate this relationship.

Chapter 19 Black Eat Black

"Oh! That's really exciting... But I'm sorry, kid, even in the wilderness, the most basic moral principles still have to be respected."

The scavenger didn't show any greed after teasing a few words. What he said was even about morality - the most worthless thing in the wilderness.

"Haha, you plan to kill us now, and then the half-crippled fat man can't change anything. It seems that you don't want this matter to leak out... After all, so much red gold is enough for you to squander for a lifetime, right?"

Neltharion had no intention of stopping at all. He seemed to have determined the bad thoughts of the man in front of him.

The angry fat man slowly calmed down at this moment. He ignored the pain of the wound and forced himself to analyze the current situation.

Yes, Neltharion is right.

His eyes were almost covered with blood, and the effort on his hands and feet was also due to this.

Although he does not have as much wealth as a suitcase of red gold, this land vehicle does contain a lot of wealth. It was originally his eldest brother's property, but now that his eldest brother is dead, he will naturally inherit it.

'This guy still has weapons. I am definitely no match for him...but that kid is definitely not a good person either. '

A strange balance emerged - no one among the three parties had a tacit understanding not to take action first, but the one with the most confidence was naturally the scavenger.