People are in the Ark, I am the mastermind behind them

The place Lin He chose was a residential area. It was once extremely prosperous, but now it has been reduced to ruins because of the war.

As Fyodor walked on the ruins, he smelled the strange smell of gunpowder smoke and felt that he had entered another world.

Where Fyodor couldn't see, his people were suffering, but if it wasn't for the reminder from God, Fyodor wouldn't even know anything about it.

As they walked past a collapsed house, Fyodor bent down and picked up a broken photo album, in which a family of three smiled brightly.

This family is one of the tens of thousands of people in Ursus, but where are they now?

Feodor felt his chest aching. He wanted to save Ursus, but some people just wanted to drag it into the quagmire of war.

As he continued to walk forward, the anger accumulated in the emperor's heart became stronger. He saw ruins one after another. He smelled the smell of blood in the air and felt the dying Chernobog.

There is no doubt that those infected, those politicians are killing the city.

If possible, Feodor wanted to act immediately. He should immediately return to the Holy Castle to hang these jesters who did not report the knowledge, and then order the nearby army groups to quell the turmoil and let the people of Ursus have peace.

But Fyodor held back, knowing that the gods must have deep meaning.

Sure enough, at the end of the road, the dark figure stopped and asked

"My friend, have you ever heard of Bodro Kasti?"

"Or, [Patriot]?"

Bodro Kasti, the legend in the army who once followed the late king's pure-blooded Wendigo?

Just as Fyodor was thinking this, he noticed some unusual sound.

"Boom, boom, boom"

At some point, the earth began to tremble rhythmically, as if some giant thing was moving its body. Feodor looked into the distance and saw a group of soldiers in heavy armor approaching from the distance of the road.

"Could it be that?"

Fyodor opened his eyes in disbelief. Could it be that the legend in the military was not dead? He was still active in the land of Ursus, and even... was he still fighting for something?

Chapter 91: Meeting between the Emperor and the Patriots

As the last pure-blooded Wendigo on Terra, Patriot has an extremely long lifespan.When he was young, he led his tribe out of the royal court and came to the land of Ursus.

Since then, the entire Wendigo tribe has regarded Ursus as their second homeland. Countless compatriots of the tribe have guarded the border for it, buried their bones in the nameless border, and died in the fight with evil spirits of the same species.

When they passed away, some people did not even leave a stone tablet or a name.

Even though the entire Wendigo race has contributed so much to Ursus, they still have not been given the identity they deserve.

The Wendigo force is regarded as an ominous and brutal force of ogres, and is given various stigmas and unfair treatment.As their leader, he is one of the most outstanding commanders in Ursus. Even if the Patriots have great military exploits, he can only reach the rank of captain and will never have the chance to be promoted.

The patriot did not show any dissatisfaction with what happened to the Wendigo. After all, this land hosted a group of homeless people, and he should have love for this country.

When the Wendigo got old and contracted the Originium disease, and even his own son was persecuted to death for opposing discrimination against the Originium disease, Bodrokas realized that the big man Ursus The empire is making mistakes, it is dividing a country and covering up contradictions with contradictions.

This won't work, Bodrokasti understands. When a contradiction is used without restriction to cover up politicians because it is too easy to use, all kinds of problems in society will be covered up by this contradiction until everything There is no way to retreat, conflicts break out, and the empire is destroyed.

Whether it was for his dead son, for the people who suffered injustice in this country, or for the vast land under Bozoukas' feet, he had to do something.

So, on a cold night, this pure-blooded Wendigo raised the flag of rebellion. He took his former subordinates to the Far North College and embarked on a path called "Patriot".

In Chernobog, the troops led by the patriots were marching. They were silent, marching neatly and with strict military discipline.

As the force closest to the regular army, the Patriots strictly demand their subordinates and are absolutely prohibited from harming civilians. Violators will be hanged.Underneath this old Wendigo's scarred body lies a soft and kind heart.

It was also his order that made Beicheng District, where the patriots were responsible, a rare safe zone. Many refugees came here with their families. They knew that the shield guards wearing heavy armor would not harm them. For a while, the shield guards Wei also distributed food to survivors.

There were two figures standing by the road. They were Lin He and Fyodor. Lin He used the Origin Stone technique to cover their whereabouts. In this way, Fyodor could see the march of the Patriot troops more clearly. .

"They are powerful"

This is the evaluation given by Fyodor. This army is much stronger than some noble armies that have long been corrupted.

Just when Fyodor wanted to continue watching the march, his eyes were attracted by several soldiers.

A few dozen meters away, a white-robed soldier who was marching was caught from the team. Several shield guards surrounded him and roared angrily.

"He said 'Usus' foul language', what did the captain give the order? It is absolutely forbidden to harm civilians!"

The white-robed soldier wanted to defend himself, but was quickly pushed to the ground.

With the sword raised and lowered, without any hesitation, a shield guard executed the soldiers who violated discipline, and then everyone returned to the team.

During this process, no one raised any objection except the soldiers themselves. The discipline concept of this unit has been deeply rooted in the bone marrow.

"A patriot does not harm civilians. He joins the infected simply because he thinks Ursus is wrong, and someone must correct this mistake."

"So, here he is."

After hearing the god's explanation and contacting the army in front of him, Fyodor could already imagine the image of a patriot.

Sometimes, Fyodor always suffered from the lack of loyal ministers around him. He hated clowns and jesters, but he could not find a minister worthy of his trust.

"Captain, there is only such a person as a captain. He once followed the late emperor and fought countless battles."

The emperor was a little annoyed that he had actually missed a true patriot. He wanted to make up for it, or in other words, he wanted to talk to the patriots, even though the Wendigo had already embarked on the journey of meeting Ursus. The enemy's path.

"Boom-"

From a distance, the vibrating sound became more intense, and slowly, a tall body crashed into Fyodor's sight.

It was a majestic figure like a mountain. He wore a badly worn old Ursus battle armor. The giant halberd in his hand was no longer sharp. Nine shield guards surrounded him, but Fyodor There is an illusion of looking directly at thousands of troops.

“My friend, may I have a word with this patriot?”

Fyodor understood that the riots in Chernobog were nothing more than a conspiracy by politicians and aristocrats who were seeking something more profound.If anyone can immediately reduce the casualties among civilians in Qicheng, it may be this patriot.

Lin He nodded, he lightly snapped his fingers, and slowly released the Origin Stone skill.

Slowly, the marching Wendigo stopped. He raised his head and looked not far away, towards the road.

There, the faint light disappeared completely, darkness filled the air, and the wind stopped before it started blowing.

"Tap, step, step————"

Without any warning, the sound of footsteps one after another reached my ears, clear and powerful, it was the sound of military boots on the ground.

Then, a guard appeared wearing a military coat and holding a scarlet saber in his hand.

"Tap, step -"

One, and another, and another.

The footsteps became louder and clearer. In the sight of the patriots, inner guards continued to appear from the shadows. Those inner guards stood in two rows. They held the general sword in their hands and stood tall.

One inner guard can destroy an elite squad and frighten the kings and nobles, but what about ten inner guards?

When the last inner guard came to the queue, all the inner guards drew their swords together. They drew out the scimitars that symbolized Ursus' will and raised them high above their heads.

Only the patriot could see this scene. His soldiers were advancing, but the patriot stopped, so the shield guard beside him also stopped.The entire army was slowly coming to a halt.

The pure-blooded Wendigo raised his head and set his sights on the last column of the inner guard. He subconsciously tightened his body and put away his halberd.

He had seen this scene decades ago, at the investiture meeting, in the Holy Horse Castle.

Suddenly, these inner guards sheathed their swords and saluted respectfully, as if they were expecting the arrival of a great being.

At the end of the team, in the center of the inner guard, a blond man slowly appeared. He was wearing a dark uniform and had sharp eyes. He had the majesty of a king.

"you are···"

Patriot spoke, feeling his throat tighten.

Chapter 92: The Strongest Patriot

The members of the marching integration movement stopped one after another. They all turned their heads and looked in one direction. There, standing there was a pure-blooded Wendigo, their leader.

"you are······"

The Patriot stared at the majestic figure. He looked at the blond man, and his consciousness seemed to have returned to the past.

Decades ago, the patriot stood with his colleagues on Ursus Square in the Holy Castle, looking up at the long golden passage.

At that time, there was also a blond man standing in the distance. The figure was older, but also more domineering.

That was the late king of Ursus, who awarded honors to every hero of Ursus.

But now, there is another younger figure standing in front of the Patriot, which makes him feel like he is in another world.

It was as if the benevolent emperor had been resurrected, and he would once again control the entire Ursus with his own hands.

In front of the patriots, Fyodor puffed up his chest and tried his best to look majestic and heroic.

He must not lose the majesty of the emperor. You must know that these internal guards around him were created by the generous god. If Fyodor loses face, it is equivalent to losing his god friend. Save face.

Thinking of this, Feodor secretly sweated. Even if it was his first time to participate in the Duma, confronting those old nobles could not make him so nervous.

By the way, that Bodrokasti was once a subordinate of the late king, and he rallied under the banner of the late king.How would he behave if it were the emperor who regarded Ursus as his own hands?

The emperor of Ursus calmed down and passed slowly through the inner guard on both sides.When he reached the end, the two inner guards at the end handed him the crown and the sword.

Fyodor took it and found that they were more gorgeous and exquisite than the utensils of the Ursus royal family.

The emperor wore a crown and held a sharp blade in his left hand. He exuded some indescribable divine aura, as if he held the entire country in the palm of his hand.

Finally, he stopped one meter in front of Bodrokas' stand-in. Fyodor raised his head and stared at the Patriot's helmeted face, while the Patriot slowly lowered his head.

"······My King"

He has already recognized the emperor of Ursus. He regards Ursus as his second homeland, so the emperor of Ursus is the emperor of patriots.

Beside the Patriot, the shield guards showed doubtful looks. They did not see any scene. They only saw the captain bowing respectfully. However, even when facing the leader Tallulah, the Patriot never bowed his head.

For a moment, the team had some doubts, but no one spoke. They just stood with the patriots.

It was not that Fyodor had never seen Wendigo before. Most of those Wendigos were rough and wild existences, but in Patriot, Fyodor could not feel the slightest bit of such factors. The only thing he could feel was , only a will stronger than steel.

"How come your Luan Jia is here?"

Patriot spoke, his voice steady and strong.

In his opinion, even the appearance of high-speed battleships from the group army was more likely than the arrival of Emperor Ursus.But Fyodor did come, and he stood in front of the patriots.

Is this an illusion, or is it the Originium skill of those crazy and foolish warlocks?

"Bodro Kasti, how cold is the northern border of the empire?"

"Bozokasti, can the situation of the infected be improved?"

"Bodrokasi, will Usas's future be bright?"

Fyodor did not answer the Patriot's question, but his words made his attitude clear.

So, Bodrokas understood that the new emperor came for the infected, and the new emperor came for Ursus.

The wendigo tightened his grip on the shield and straightened his body.

"The ice and snow in Ursus will eventually melt."

Hearing the patriot's answer, Fyodor nodded, reached out and took off the crown.

"Then, I should pay tribute to the stubborn warriors!"

The emperor's robes swayed in the cold wind.

In front of the patriots' eyes, something quietly fell. It was a draft law that Fyodor had drafted, submitted, or was preparing to submit.

"Law on the Prevention and Treatment of Infected Persons in Ursus", "Law on the Protection of Rights and Interests of Infected Persons in Ursus", "Law on the Mining of Ursus Source Stone"...

The patriot watched these laws fall one after another, many of which were once his son, many infected, and Tallulah worked hard to pursue. They are now in the laws made by Fyodor.

When the integration movement was unknown, the new emperor was active on another battlefield, a battlefield where no smoke could be seen. Fyodor was fighting against the nobles, and he refused to give in an inch of ground.

For a moment, the Patriot thought of what the inside defender had said.

"One day, every infected person will be able to live equally under the sun, and everyone will be an equal part of Ursus."

If it were this emperor, maybe... he could really do it.

"My king, please let me know your will!"

The patriot bowed down respectfully and put down his shield and halberd, just like he did to the late king.

Countless members of the Integration Movement stood silently. They could not understand the Patriots' actions. They wondered whether the Patriots were affected by the Originium skills of their enemies in the dark, but they did not dare to destroy the solemn atmosphere.

Fyodor raised the blade, reached it to the patriot's shoulder, and then gently tapped the patriot's shoulder with the back of the blade.