The swordsman's tower returns from the other world

He couldn't afford it, but he knew that without this injection, his wife's condition would be worse.

Facing Old Ivan's grateful eyes, Kannot waved slightly: "Ms. Alina's hot soup is delicious. Russell has told me many times."

"If you have a chance, treat me to a drink too."

Jiu thought thoughtfully: "Alina... Арина? It means peace and tranquility... Are you from Ursus?"

"Yes, I was a member of the Ursus army. Later, Alina was infected with ore disease, and I... took her away from Ursus."

"Female, madam, how is Alina doing?"

Jiu raised his head and said: "Without Mr. Cannot's injection of medicine, she would not have survived tonight, but now... her condition has stabilized and she can live for a while longer."

"But just one injection of medicine cannot make her better. She is extremely ill."

Old Ivan clenched his fists: "...What else can I give?"

"As long as you say so, I have it!"

Jiu was silent for a moment and whispered: "She is your only hope for survival, right?"

Old Ivan nodded without hesitation.

"The amount of money needed to extend her life is almost astronomical." Jiu continued: "You should have heard of Rhode Island. They have developed the latest drug for mineral disease, which can cure mineral disease. Mineral disease cannot be cured." It’s a terminal illness again.”

Old Ivan hesitated for a moment and said: "Rumors like this always pop up every few years, but everyone is always disappointed."

"That's not false, Mr. Ivan." Jiu took out a shot of potion from his pocket, and the potion shone with a faint blue light under the dim light.

"I can save her, and unlike Mother John, we will not deceive our compatriots. What we bring is real hope."

"The price you need to pay is your loyalty and strength, because we want to open up a path that belongs to our compatriots."

Old Ivan suddenly realized something. He suddenly realized that the woman in front of him was by no means as simple as a caravan leader, and those infected people were not competitors to John's mother.

Rather, they are enemies. What these people want is to change the current situation in Colombia and change all the tragedies in this wilderness.

Their identities are by no means simple!

Chapter 311: The Story of Old Ivan (4)

Old Ivan's voice trembled and he asked in a low voice: "You, who are you?"

"It's not you, it's us."

Jiu had a serious voice and cold eyes, staring at old Ivan: "We are your compatriots, Mr. Ivan, and we are infected."

"How many infected people have you seen die since Ms. Alina became infected?"

Jiu pointed out the window: "There is a cemetery in the southernmost part of the village, and even now, Originium crystal clusters from infected people have broken out of the ground."

"How many people have died in this village? The tombstones in the cemetery are less than two meters apart, but the combined area is larger than the entire village. Mr. Ivan, have you ever thought about..."

"The ones lying there are also Ms. Alina?"

"I can save Ms. Alina, but there are many Alinas in the world."

"That's why I say, we need to open up a path that belongs to our compatriots."

Without waiting for Old Ivan to answer, she had already inserted the needle into Alina's wrist and injected the medicine.

After doing all this, she stood up and said softly: "There is no need to answer me in a hurry, Mr. Ivan. By daybreak, this village will be completely new. You will see what we are going to do...and, too. Give you a chance to make a choice.”

"Ms. Alina's condition will be under control. This injection of medicine can ensure that her condition will not worsen within half a year."

After speaking, she turned and left.

After Jiu left, old Ivan looked at Cannott and whispered: "Who are they? Mr. Cannott?"

Cannot shrugged: "As a rule, I can't tell you business secrets."

"But you see, they are infected, and... hum, better than John's mother."

"I'll take my leave first, Mr. Ivan, and stay with your wife. She will wake up soon." Cannot wrapped his coat tightly: "I want to find a safer place to set up a stall before dawn. "

He turned and left, leaving only Ivan and Alina in the room.

………………

Ivan sat slumped in the chair, accompanying his wife anxiously.

He just sat like this, holding the handle of the pickaxe nervously, saying nothing, just staring at Alina, recalling his life with her.

On their way out of Ursus and while wandering the land, they saw countless infected people who died tragically. They were oppressed, deprived of all rights, and struggled to survive like wild dogs.

There are many dead Alinas in the world, as well as many selves.

Ivan, you understand, you know it well, in this world, of course you can just keep yourself and Alina alive.

But now you have a new path, a path... to help more people.

Jiu did not force Ivan to make a choice. She knew that she was not qualified to ask a person who had difficulty living to help others.

A voice said in Ivan's heart: "You have nothing left, how can you choose?"

"Should you continue to die slowly, or take your lover and pickaxe and work hard for more people who should live?"

A fire that could not be extinguished even by the flames of Ursus burned in Ivan's chest.

In the latter part of the night, just before dawn, Alina finally woke up.

Her face looked much better and her spirit was also good. When she saw Ivan beside the bed, she was a little surprised and said: "Ivan...? I, I feel..."

"I survived?" She raised her hand. Although her hand was shaking, it seemed to be gradually regaining strength: "I feel... better than ever."

Old Ivan smiled. He raised his hand and stroked his wife's dry hair, and whispered: "Alina, I want to tell you something."

"I want to say... if we are going to die, then I don't want you or me dying in a hospital bed."

"...Look, we will never have a child in our life, right?" Old Ivan's voice was gentle: "I know you will make hot soup for the children on the street. They are very pitiful and can only drink it every week. The last time you made hot soup, everyone burst into tears of gratitude... In the past, I would blame you and say you wasted food."

Alina smiled and held Old Ivan's hand: "But you never stop me, my dear."

Old Ivan nodded, his face slightly red: "Yes, you know, I... have always been tough-tongued."

"But after this incident, I thought...do you want to adopt a child? Or take care of a child or something?" Old Ivan whispered: "I found a new job for us. This job may be a bit tiring. , we need to run around and so on, but this job is no longer just for ourselves."

"We can save many compatriots, infected people from all over the world, and those children... What do you think?"

"But... maybe we will still die on the road, but I don't want to see you die in such pain. Even if you die, I think there should be at least a few children in your arms to comfort you. You are not the best Do you like children?"

A tear fell from the corner of Alina's eyes.

"As long as I can walk, idiot, I'll follow you, Ivan."

It seemed like dawn was breaking outside.

No, it was not dawn, but the light of fire, the light of torches, accompanied by the sound of people's footsteps and shouts.

Alina struggled to sit up, feeling her body light and really comfortable. She whispered: "Ivan, help me stand up, what's going on outside?"

Ivan knew what was going on. He smiled and helped his wife stand up. The two of them slowly but firmly came to the window and opened the curtains.

Outside the window, there is a flow of people.

In the vast wilderness, people held torches, like fire dragons wandering across the earth. They met and drew a huge intersection on the earth.

More and more people are pouring into the villages and towns. Those familiar friends of Ivan are gathering in the streets holding torches and weapons. They are singing songs, shouting, and waving torches. They are not crazy or anxious, and there is a look in their eyes. Apart from the fire, there is only firmness.

Dawn broke in the sky, but it couldn't suppress the fire on the earth.

The wandering children sneaked into the crowd with bare feet. Ivan could see the red-haired Fedia woman distributing supplies to people. Water, food and weapons were held by a pair of hands and distributed to everyone. Cannot stood there. From the height of a truck, he quietly watched everything in front of him.

Russell and the bartender were also in the crowd. The bartender was distributing the last few bottles of wine he had secretly hidden to people. Russell waved towards the window where Ivan was.

At the other end of the village, John's mother's caravan and security personnel seemed alone. They were full of vigilance but to no avail. They could only watch the new integration movement take away control of the village.

This was a long-planned riot, or in other words, an uprising.

A large amount of goods were escorted into Colombia by the Kannot and Rusty Hammer organizations. Nine led the New Integration Movement to deal with all parties as the infected, and gradually gained the support of the infected.

Finally, the bell rang in the wilderness to liberate the infected.

Alina looked at everything outside the window and said in shock: "This, this is... what is going on?"

Old Ivan kissed Alina's brown hair lovingly and whispered: "This is our future, the future of the infected."

“A future that everyone has a share in.”

In the wilderness, the future of the infected took root and sprouted, finally breaking out of the ground and pushing away the heavy earth.

At dawn, under the light of torches, it gave off its first flash of light and rang its first bell.

Chapter 312: Something is wrong with both mother and daughter

The next day, Bai Glaze was woken up by Amiya and Shuangxing.

The two Carters girls cried and threw themselves into Bai Glaze's arms. Even Shuangxing, who was always calm and stable, had tears in his eyes.

"...Huh? What, what's going on?" Bai Glaze hugged the two of them in a daze, looking towards his room with sleepy eyes.

There are many people in the room, ACE, SCOUT, Bozhuka Siti, Huang, Kelsi, Lyudmila...

Looking at this group of people, Bai Glaze was a little confused: "...What are you all doing in my room?"

Kelsey stood in front of Bai Glaze and whispered: "Last night, some operators on the island had some weird dreams."

Shuangxing buried his head on the side of Bai Glaze's neck, sniffing and crying: "I dreamed that I didn't meet you... Bai Glaze."

Amiya also cried: "Doctor...wuwuwu...I dreamed that I killed Sister Shuangxing...wuwuwuwu..."

Bai Glaze was stunned, a little confused, and looked at ACE. Of course ACE understood what he meant, and nodded: "I dreamed that I died in the hands of Miss Tallulah, oh no, it should be Cosiche."

Bozhuo Kasiti's voice on the side was dull: "I died in front of Amiya, and it wasn't until I died that I agreed with Rhode Island's idea."

Bai Glaze realized something. He was silent for a moment and said, "Everyone, calm down first. Amiya, Shuangxing, be good and get up first."

"Come to the office with me. Everyone will tell me one by one. By the way, when one person speaks, there should be no other people in the room. Let's go now."

Bai Glaze didn't bother to change clothes, so he led everyone to the office in his pajamas. After asking around, Bai Glaze was finally sure.

Several operators who were close to him, regardless of gender, dreamed of the original plot. To be precise, it was the plot that Bai Glaze knew.

This situation is quite intriguing. After thinking about it, Bai Glaze could only attribute the cause to a series of tasks triggered last night.

Does the so-called gaze of gods actually have this effect?Matching my memories of other characters to a shared past?

"Don't panic, everyone. This is just... uh, my new Origin Stone skill. Anyway, don't take it too seriously. I will tell everyone after I figure it out."

Only then did everyone leave. This memory had a particularly huge impact on Bozhuoka Siti and Shuangxing, so they insisted on staying.

After Bozhuo Kasiti locked the door, Shuangxing looked at Bai Glaze and asked seriously: "What on earth were we dreaming about? That cannot be explained by Origin Stone skills!"

"Is that... no, what would this world be like without you?"

Seeing that Shuangxing had almost guessed the truth, Baiglai pondered for a moment and said: "Hmm... it seems possible, maybe, probably, maybe, maybe?"

Shuangxing narrowed his eyes, moved slightly closer to Bai Glaze, pressed his hands on the armrests of the chair, and stared at him: "...Then how did you know?"

"Why were you not surprised at all when we talked about this dream before?"

Bai Glaze shed a drop of cold sweat.

Damn it, when did Frost Star become so sharp?

Seeing Bai Glaze hesitating like this, Shuangxing knew something was wrong with him, and whispered: "You really know something, why don't you tell everyone the truth?"

Bai Glaze was silent for a long time, then whispered: "Because, this matter has already passed."

"...You are still alive, everyone is alive, I did it, Frost Star, I succeeded, that's all."

Bozhuoka Siti, who was on the side, said: "So, you foresaw that future, and that's why you chose to take Lyudmila to Qicheng to solve this matter from the root?"

Bai Glaze nodded slowly.

Damn it, now it’s time to confess.

After receiving the accurate answer, both Bozhuoka Siti and Shuangxing fell silent. After a long time, Shuangxing looked at Bai Glaze's face and whispered: "Thank you..."

"Wait a minute." Bai Glaze raised his finger and put it on Shuangxing's lips: "Don't say thank you to me for this, Shuangxing."

"Whether I know the future or not, I have changed everything, so don't thank me for things that didn't happen."

"I do these things, I change our future, not for you to be grateful or grateful to me because you realize that your life has changed."