Tomorrow's Ark, please don't die

Seeing Fia Tina limping, Shirtel raised his eyebrows.

"Ah."

Lowering her head, Fiatina responded in a low voice.

It was an injury from searching for food in the ruins earlier. The ankle was severely twisted on the uneven ground, and there has been no sign of improvement since then.

"Probably a torn ligament."

Fia Tina whispered.

"You still understand this?"

Shirtel glanced at Fia Tina in surprise, and the latter just nodded.

"Ah."

Shirtel only responded with a nasal sound but didn't answer. She bent down slightly and lifted Fiatina's left side as a support.

"That...Miss Steele."

Fiatina struggled to get away from Shirtel.

"I'll go on my own. There's no need to bother Miss Steele."

The other party called himself an infected person.

Miss Shirter is willing to help herself enough, and she must not let the other party touch her without a little protection.

"We have no time to waste."

Shirtel frowned, she couldn't help but tugged at half of Fiatina's body.

"Well...but I'm infected..."

"I do not mind."

Stopping, Shirtel said seriously, staring into Fiatina's eyes.

"Well..."

Seemingly shocked by Shirtel's domineering speech, Fiadina stopped struggling.

"Ah, there is."

As if remembering something, Shirter added, "Only when the wound directly touches the origin stone will it become an infected person, and I am also an infected person."

"..."

Fiatina didn't reply, she just thought it was Shirter's words to comfort her, but the other party's strength was indeed quite strong, she could hold her big sword while supporting half of her body.

Even if it is a cosplay prop, it should be heavy as hell.

The edge of the ruins is indeed an endless snowfield.

Fiatina was sure that she would never be able to leave this snow field alone, even with the support of Miss Shirtle beside her, she felt a little tired.

Fiatina glanced at Shirtel secretly from the corner of her eye. There was no worry or fatigue on this beautiful lady's face.

"Where are we going?"

Fiatina couldn't help asking.

"Chernobog."

Glancing at Fia Tina, Shirtel replied.

Chernoborg? ?

Fiatina was a little dazed.

Unheard name.

No, the name of the place that I have never heard of may just be my ignorance.At least ask clearly first.

"Where is Chernobog?"

"In Ursus, you have too many problems."

Shirtel curled her lips, she felt that the little Sarkaz girl in front of her was a little annoying.

Even if you live in a remote village, you should at least know that you are in the territory of Ursus, right?

"..."

Ursus, this is a name I have never heard of.Is it a province?Or country?

The atmosphere fell into a deathly silence. The snow all over the sky seemed to dye the sky and the earth white. In this white space, only the faint breathing of the two could be heard.

No, maybe Miss Fiatina's panting was not weak.

After hesitating for a moment, Fiatina decided to continue asking.

"... Excuse me, Miss Shirtel, have you heard of... the country of Huaxia?"

"Huaxia?"

Shirtel blinked and frowned beautifully, as if he wanted to extract a certain fragment from his memory to answer the girl's question.

After a while, she shook her head and asked:

"No, you can tell me what kind of country it is, maybe I will have an impression."

Fia Tina thought for a while before she replied: "It looks like a huge chicken on the world map."

"I haven't seen a map."

Stuart replied casually.

She had never seen a map. Terra had too many unexplored areas that humans could not touch. Even if there were maps, most of them would not be too extensive.

"Is that so..."

Fiatina couldn't help but lowered her head in frustration.

Maybe she has already secretly admitted in her heart that she has already crossed over.

"It doesn't matter."

Shirtel patted Fia Tina on the shoulder, looked at the endless snow field in front of him, and said to the girl on his body: "No matter what you say, you are already an infected person, Fia, listen to me, an infected person You are not qualified to be on this land unless you are strong enough to protect yourself."

Strangely, Shirtel felt that he had a lot of words today.

"What exactly is an infected person?"

Fiatina asked doubtfully while moving her body with difficulty.

"..."

Shirtel turned his head and took a deep look at Fia Tina.

As she stopped, the sword in her other hand suddenly burst into flames.

The flames were blazing, and even though she was separated by a distance of Sturtle, Fiatina could feel the burning sensation that seemed to be able to penetrate directly into her heart.

"...What's this?!"

Fiatina swallowed, she finally realized something was wrong.

"This is my spell."

Shirtel replied as a matter of course, as if she was talking about something ordinary, she drew a circle on the ground, and melted a small piece of snow, exposing the buried ground.

"Take some rest."

Shirtel found two rags from nowhere, put them on the ground, and sat on them naturally.

"What is the spell?"

Fiatina's eyes widened, and she stood there in shock for a moment.

"Do you even have to explain this?"

Shirtel frowned, and with a light wave of her hand, the flames wrapped around the sword disappeared in an instant.

"Sit down, your physical strength is no longer enough to support you to move on, rest for one night, and I will answer your questions."

"...I see."

Sitting down obediently, Fiatina looked at Shirtel with a little fear in her eyes.

She was finally convinced.

Even in deceiving himself, no human being in the previous world could conjure fire out of thin air.

"An infected person is a person infected with ore disease. This disease cannot be cured so far. You see, you are an infected person."

Shirter pointed to the origin stone derived from Fiatina's right arm, and quickly explained, and then continued after thinking for a while: "Being an infected person, you can't survive in most cities, you can only live in a few cities." Some of the more loosely regulated regional operations."

"As for spells... you can understand it as some people's own... innate abilities?"

"..."

Fia Tina nodded blankly. She is still a little dazed now. She can understand every single word of origin stone disease and innate ability, but she can't understand why they are connected together.

"Still don't understand?"

Sturtle sighed, one hand propped behind her, the other in front of her eyes, looking at the sky.

She felt that she was in trouble.

Chapter 3 Two Sarkaz walk ashore

After a long time, Fia Tina finally understood something.

All in all, the infected are street rats, and everyone shouts and beats them, and spells are things created by using origin stones and unknown principles to perform miraculous operations.

"That...Miss Steele, why are you here?"

Fiatina hugged her knees and buried her face between her thighs, her voice muffled.

"Ok?"

Shirtel raised her eyebrows, and she held her big sword and looked Fiadina up and down.

"Listen, Fiatina, I'm only going to answer this question once. I'm not here because I need to be here, but because I want to be here, that's all."

Shirtel's voice was quite serious now, more serious than ever before.

"...I see."

Subconsciously shrinking her neck, Fiatina responded weakly.

The beautiful sister in front of me can easily throw herself into the wilderness with her spells, and since she knows the other party's "settings", the cosplay sword that looked very realistic before looks more real.

"Ah, by the way, do you have food?"

As if remembering just now, Shirtel turned to Fiatina and asked.

Don't even have food ready?

Fiatina groaned in her heart while nodding, and took out two pieces of black bread from the small rags she had prepared long ago and hung on her body.

This was the cleanest bread she could find. The Primarch was a piece of black baguette bread buried under the ruins. Its body was so hard that it was difficult to gnaw it with her mouth. Fiatina even thought it was just a piece of bread. With a bit of bread flavor, a special shaped stone.

Later... when Fiatina tried to use this long black stick as a support to pry a certain corner of the ruins, the water source buried under the ruins softened.

Hmm... Although the taste is a bit unspeakable and the taste is not good, but it seems that this thing can be stored for a long time.

"Are you going to eat this?"

Shirtel tilted his head, his eyes showing a look of shock.

"Yes...yeah?"

Fiatina carefully spread the rag on the ground, and wrapped two pieces of bread with snow.

Afterwards, Fiatina looked longingly at the great sword placed beside Shirtel.

"Can I borrow a fire?"

Fiatina rubbed her palms that were reddened by the snow.

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