Can Arknights dream about the Knights of the Round Table?

The light of the flashlight turned quickly, and there were several footsteps approaching quickly from the surroundings.

So of course, Oswald's figure, who had just stood up and started to climb, was quickly exposed to the light.

"Oh, it really would be better to hide it symbolically."

After being discovered, Oswald, who did not hide his intentions at all, lamented his bad luck, but he did not care.

After all, this is also a simple and clear method, and may be more stable in terms of stability.Therefore, he did not intend to run away or make any strange moves. He just looked at the approaching shield guards and while telling them not to make any noise, he spoke to them clearly and clearly: "I'll do it." Looking for you patriot Bo Zhuo Kasi.

I don't carry any weapons. You can search my body. If necessary, you can choose to break my hand tendons. But please don't take away my brother's pocket. It's full of expensive medicines. I'm afraid you'll give it to me. It's broken; please don't make too much noise... That will make it difficult for me. I don't want to fight with you yet. After all, if it gets broken in the end, I won't be the one to fix it (whisper). "

After speaking, Ozwald clenched his hands together and stretched them forward to show his sincerity, indicating to the guards that they could send someone to tie his hands and feet.

He is so confident and confident.

At one point, he urged me to say GKD to the other side; he quickly picked my tendon, I have shed blood for the Northern guerrillas, I have made meritorious service for the Northern guerrillas!I want to see the patriots!

This behavior actually caused these elite soldiers, who were approaching quickly and wearing thick power armor, to be stunned for a moment.

But the elite are the elite after all.

They were not affected by Oswald's words, but rushed forward quickly, suppressed Oswald with violence as usual, pushed him to the ground, tied his hands, and while searching him, some people shouted lowly. "Stop talking! Be quiet!"

Soon, ah, soon!

Ozwald, who was being searched and cleaned by the shield guards, including his box of medicine, was being escorted into the camp by several shield guards; of course, even at this time, this red The dragon still showed no fear at all and kept talking.

"Be careful, be careful! That's for White Rabbit, uh, I mean the ore disease inhibitor used by Yelena, the adopted daughter of your leader Patriot. It's the highest quality currently available. Remember to handle it with care and don't mess with it. It’s broken—if you want to hit me, hit me! Don’t break it!”

"You can check the label, the factory; and the seal."

"But again, don't break it."

After saying that, Ozwald turned his face slightly, indicating that he wanted to move faster.

Although the shield guards wanted to punch Oswald to silence the talkative guy, Oswald's fast words made them hesitate. In the end, someone just shouted "Shut up." mouth" and then continued to escort him

Ozwald walked diligently, as if he couldn't wait to get to the cell. Before leaving, he urged them to hurry up for the third time.

"..." The shield guards felt as if they had seen a ghost for a moment - what happened to this man? Is there something wrong with his brain?

"I can only say that they are a new group of people after all."

Seeing their stunned reactions, Ozwald finally said these words.

And a while later, Ozwald was thrown into a temporary prison in the camp as he wished.

But I have to say that the elite are the elite.

At least as far as Ozwald was concerned, the environment of this temporary prison was much better than most of the camps outside.

While he was being imprisoned and waiting for the patriots, Ozward quickly took off the shackles on his hands and body. The technique was not too clever, he just simply broke it off and pulled it off again.

He didn't intend to escape, but lazily sat on the small wooden chair in the cell backwards and swayed back and forth, allowing three young shield guards with incomplete equipment to interrogate him, except for naming patriots. , he didn’t want to say anything.

"I only came here to see Bodrokas, and I also want speed. So I will wait for you for half, no, an hour. Then I will run away and find him again."

He felt as if he were at home, and his arrogant attitude was evident.

And even though the other party was a little angry because of these almost provocative words, he even started to do something as part of a normal interrogation.But except for the two punches within the allowable range of the red dragon, if the shield guards continued to attack after that, Ozwald would choose to counterattack without hesitation. Knocking on the back of the opponent's neck and spine indicates that he can easily take your life, but that's only so far. Then he uses all his strength to push the opponent away, and then closes the iron door of the cage.

He neither came out nor cooperated, he just waited for someone to notify the patriots.

This kind of farce naturally attracted more people; and as the shield guards who had no missions and were on standby for the time being came out to check based on confusion, there were finally a few old people who had existed since the Northern Guerrilla days... Although they were not shield guards at that time, they were just young people who followed the red dragon, ate cans, and lived happily like everyone else.

But they all remember Ozwald. '

People who don’t have guerrillas in the north will not remember the “big brother” who brought them good lives, organized activities, and turned the originally difficult life on the ice into warmth and happiness.

Therefore, when they saw the red dragon, they first froze in shock, then quickly took off their facial armor, rubbed their eyes vigorously, and then let out a small exclamation.

Then, amid the puzzled looks of the new blood around him, he ran to Red Dragon's cell in small steps and spoke respectfully:

"Big brother!"

"Hmm~~ Otherwise, it's the war magician of Ursus who sent you another god. Although night is the time for dreaming, I can also interpret your dreams!"

Yoho, finally here comes a brother who knows my buddy.

"Go and call the old man over. I don't care whether he is asleep or not; after all, I'm in jail now, so it's not too much to let him stay up all night, right?"

"...Besides, do you need anything else?"

Not having the guts to pick up what Red Dragon said to the Patriots, the shield guard from the northern guerrillas maintained his original respectful attitude while asking, while gesturing to the back to signal the newcomers to hurry up and call the Patriots, otherwise there would be consequences. It's not a good idea to keep making things like this until the end, and everyone will be hanged on the halberd by the angry big daddy to enforce military law.

Obviously, Ozwald's very special situation finally made the young shield guards obey the command of their seniors. After looking at each other, the seniors stayed to continue guarding Ozwald at the door of the cell, while the others went out to maintain order. And arrange for another person to notify the patriots.

After a while, several cramped footsteps approached, especially a heavier sound approaching than the already thick footsteps of a shield guard.

Through the door and window of the cell, he retrieved his belongings and was chatting with the old guerrillas. In his field of vision, a tall figure like a long-lost iron tower appeared.

"You're so late, old man."

After just sizing up the Patriot for a moment, Ozwald muttered and then put away his gaze.

What about the living legend of Ursus?It’s not like I’ve never seen it before.

Aren’t you going to eat, drink, and have diarrhea?

Even old guys like this who are known as legends all have weird tempers, just like the heavy and hard stones on the roadside!

"...Based on Wendigo's age, I would consider him in his prime."

The Patriot stared at Oswald, and he naturally heard Oswald's muttering. He waved his hand gently, indicating that those shield guards who felt that something was really wrong did not need to say anything - and at the same time, he also told them to stay outside. Or somewhere further away.

Most of the shield guards may feel strange in their hearts, but as well-trained soldiers, they naturally carried out the orders of the patriots immediately.

Then, in the red dragon's eyes as if he had seen a ghost, the patriot Bodrokas stepped forward, opened the door of the cell with his own hands, and then leaned over and got in - yes, in addition to drilling, Ozworth I can't find a better adjective for Germany.

Because the Patriot is too tall.

"You're crazy! Why don't you sit outside?"

Oswald complained as he got up and moved out of the way.

"Do you have to squeeze in here with me? You're too old to die!"

"That's no, that's great."

The Patriot walked into the cell, then moved a few steps, and was already opposite Ozwald who had adjusted his seat, looking down at Ozward with his scarlet eyes.

Then he spoke.Probably because of the power armor, the ancient and vicissitudes of the voice was slightly distorted and had a bit of vibrato.

"...You are back. When."

"Three months ago, I first went to my hometown, then rented a car from Casimir to Longmen, bought some things and then transferred here."

Ozwald nodded and briefly explained his itinerary to Bodrokas.

At the same time, he also noticed that Patriot seemed to have suffered damage to organs such as the trachea and throat due to ore disease, and could only speak intermittently, like a stutter.But having said that, when facing him like this, Ozwald felt that this did not reduce the opponent's momentum much, but instead made him feel more oppressive.

Maybe it’s because in the impression that ruthless people never talk much?After all, Patriot Bodjokas was really ruthless.

"...Where have you been these past years? We have no news about you. How are you doing?"

"That's bullshit! What's going on with this kind of father who can't find a topic and just holds back his questions? If you can't say it, don't say it."

"okay."

"I went outside the territory to level up with demons. After all, apart from these enemies of civilization that can appear out of thin air, I can't find any other opponents who are numerous enough and can continue to bring a sense of oppression." After complaining, Ozwald He still told me honestly about his whereabouts over the years.

It is precisely because he was outside the realm of civilization and did not return except for supplies from his men for almost six years that there was almost no news from him.

After hearing the news that Ozwald had gone to challenge the devil, the Patriot was silent for a moment; then, his scarlet eyes scanned Ozward from top to bottom.

Following Daddy's glance, Ozwald opened his hand calmly.

"...Everyone is back, so there is nothing to worry about."

"After all, it's very dangerous."

"A worried old man."

"Ha ha……"

Sitting on the dank floor of the cell, looking at the venomous red dragon in front of him, Bozhuo Kasti was in a good mood.

It hasn't been this good in years.

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"Yelena seems not to be here, right?"

"Yeah. She has a mission."

"Then it seems that only you can enjoy it; it's...newly brewed. I agreed to taste it to see if the craftsmanship has improved."

"There are some changes; the intense and hot taste, I can...feel a little will from it. But, it is still not good."

"You're talking intermittently, and it sounds really uncomfortable. I really should give you this old thing some treatment first."

Looking at the old Wendigo sipping his drink in front of him, Ozwald pursed his lips in disgust.He began to remove the Source Stone that was highly concentrated in his body due to years of fighting, just like he did when he was still in the northern guerrillas; especially the part that was blocked in his throat, which had a great impact on his ability to speak.

He asked the Patriot to take off his upper body armor and clothes, revealing his seemingly majestic but actually quite dry and thin body; and after he lay down for a while, Ozwald cast a spell to draw thunder, lightning and flames on top. Fusion, extremely bright energy groups act as lights on the operating table.

Afterwards, the red dragon pulled out the broken steel hilt, poured out a few broken blades from the sheath, and selected the largest piece as possible. After disinfecting it, he slit the old man's throat and cut the raw parts inside. Clean up the source stone fragments one by one.

Although in this case it is best to wear sterile gloves or similar to prevent infection.

But there is nothing to force in a place like this.

Anyway, with Wendigo's physical abilities, he didn't even need a bandage, he would stop the bleeding by turning around.

Not to mention that Drak, the manipulator of life, is here.

Damaged flesh is repaired in the blink of an eye.

"Your sword is broken."

The Patriot looked at the Red Dragon's weapon and said.This time it was much smoother and clearer than before, but perhaps because he had been used to it for so long, he still had difficulty saying long and short sentences for a while.

"Well, it broke in fourth year."

Ozwald nodded, put the blades into the sheath piece by piece in order, and finally inserted the hilt of the sword back into the short section, just like it was when it was still intact.

With demons as opponents, in high-intensity and high-frequency battles, it is natural for weapons to be damaged.

Although the red dragon could melt these fragments and recast them into a complete weapon at any time, he finally gave up this option and kept it as it is now...

After all, from an alchemical perspective, smelting is the act of killing ancient metals and giving them new life.Of course, you will regain the weapon you inherited, but some of the emotions that remain in the original weapon may also be dissipated in the high temperature and fire.

At least that's what Ozwald thought. Between [Cyril Linguang's gift] and [The Sword of Broken Steel for killing enemies], he chose the former as a memorial.

"This is very dangerous; Ozwald, when fighting against a strong enemy, if you don't have a suitable weapon, you will be at a disadvantage."

"Indeed, but the prerequisite is that you must be talented."

Ozwald smiled, stretched out his hand to Bodrokas, and made a pulling motion as he cast the spell.A large amount of black clouds and mist flowed out of the old Wendigo's body and condensed in the air according to the will of the red dragon. From particles invisible to the naked eye, they became a solid called Source Stone, which was then further compressed and purified into several particles. A being that shines with golden-orange light.

It is a precious substance that is used in huge amounts in industry and is the basis for the development of all primitive skills. It is extremely dangerous but essential to the Terran people.

"There are two more pills than I expected. It seems that your illness is very serious, Bozhuo Kasti. At least it was like that ten seconds ago."

"...Now you are almost a moving natural disaster. Perhaps even that uncertainty can be eliminated."

Seeing the pure Origin Stone being played with by the red dragon like a walnut in his hand, Bozokas's scarlet eyes flickered for a moment.Said such words.

But Ozwald didn't answer, he just stood there smiling and saying nothing.

It wasn't until the patriot put on his clothes and armor again that the red dragon revealed the reason for his trip to find him.

"Pack up, take the people you think can be saved, and come with me. Bozhuokasti. If things go well, the infected will be able to live with their heads held high from now on."

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"It seems that you have made a decision and are prepared. That's why you gained the power at the risk, Ozwald Artolis."

"If your vision and your plan can indeed be realized and implemented, you will surely be comparable to the late emperor, and I will die without regrets."

The patriot gave the red dragon in front of him the highest praise he could give without hesitation.