Chapter 238 Running away

Author: Original Seventh Generation

Chapter 238 Running away

Xia Lan dreamed of a sculpture.

Judging from the design style, it should come from Agor, and even if the impression is blurred, it should be beautiful - but he couldn't help asking for the reason for meeting it with the remaining reason in his dream.

But it was obvious that until the psychedelic and beautiful dream was torn apart by the illusory demon that suddenly came, until he created hundreds or thousands of destruction... he couldn't figure out why he dreamed of this thing.

This sleep is particularly long.

The faint aroma of food at the tip of his nose aroused his consciousness, but what followed was a scorching pain all over his body.

He opened his eyes and looked at the back of his hand, but saw a large area of ​​skin that had fallen off due to burns. Beneath the gray-brown cracks was the pink and tender skin.

Then he raised his hand and touched his head, wiped off a large squall of hair with death scalp, and was shocked. The originally misty consciousness suddenly became clear and his whole body trembled.

"Where are people?" Xia Lan was stunned for a moment when she noticed the still warm but looked a little deserted. She only breathed a sigh of relief after learning from her blood that the two were outside and took care of her hair.

His scalp pores should take a few days to rebuild, and before that, they will only be bald. Even if they are nutritious at that time, it will take about half a month to reach the length that he had already raised with a very ancient style.

Fortunately, the military coat they gave contained a hat, otherwise his chilly scalp would make him extremely concerned.

Yesterday's burns seemed to have caused more serious damage to his body than expected. Not only did all parts of his body peel off to a certain extent, but hair also took some time to grow. There were also symptoms of muscle dissolution, anemia, heartbeat disorders, etc. on ordinary people.

"No wonder my mind can't move..." He murmured and asked Scarti where he was going in his heart.

"We seemed to be sleeping very heavily, so we didn't bother you. Let's meet the leaders here first. Don't worry, we have the right excuses to make up." Scarty said.

"It's OK." Xia Lan agreed and simply continued to lie down relaxedly.

The damage caused by the loss of one percent of the soul mass seemed to be much worse than he expected. It was obvious that when he saved his wife, it suddenly passed, and there was nothing to feel.

Now he is dizzy, and he has to use a little effort to draw a simple spell. The complex spell will make him feel a splitting headache.

"It feels like I've been rushing five times a day." He secretly complained in his heart, and then looked at the dining table not far away, where there were several boxes of canned meat. After asking, he found out that it was the breakfast Scarti left for him, and it would be fine to finish it all.

He picked up a box of cans tremblingly and pried open the lid tremblingly... Even Xia Lan felt a little unsatisfied.

...

Meanwhile, Scarti's side.

The two of them told the origins of the three of them in a tangible way, from conducting scientific expeditions to getting lost in the snow field, from discovering traces of evil demons to being hiding in a hurry, from about to escape to being chased by a large-scale yesterday, the description was vivid, and even the Usas general was moved.

However, while moving, he also cared about the strength of Xia Lan and the other two - your scientific examiner could easily find the weakness of the evil demon with his hand, and then shoot out a powerful and accurate attack than their city defense secondary cannon in two shots?!

So as soon as the next three people were taken over, they had sent people to the international information department to check the list of international artists, striving to solve the origin of these three people in the shortest time to determine whether they really belong to "scientific investors" as these two women described.

After listening to the descriptions of the two, the tall centurion of Usas pondered a little, but instead took the opportunity to ask: "Did your research have come to any conclusions during this period... If you are willing to share your research results, then we are willing to provide you with all the resources we can provide, and we will not blame you for what we have spent before."

Whether it is for military merit or for temptation of identity, this is a good idea.

When the two of them heard this, they immediately showed a look of thinking and hesitation on the surface, while Scarty took advantage of this moment to ask Xia Lan for help.

Xia Lan, who was eating canned food, saw Scarty asking for help, thought carefully and asked them to talk about what they had seen in the inner ring of the crater, as well as the super-large evil demon that would merge on the other end.

The centurion's face showed a strange look when he heard this, while the two hunters quietly guessed most of his thoughts-

One is that some of these information is indeed very new to him;

The second is to be amazed at why the two of them told him this information so generously;

The third is to question the accuracy and completeness of this information.

But since there was no trace of disguise on the two of them, and some of the things described in the words were not very different from the information he knew, the centurion naturally had no reason to attack and nodded quickly and said, "Let's go here today. You can go and rest. I will send someone to issue you temporary camp passes later."

The implication is that he does not intend to send someone to send them away from here directly.

The two looked at each other, then agreed at Xia Lan's suggestion and left here.

Shortly after they left, a girl with real snow-like white hair came to the building, showed her special pass with a calm expression, and walked into the door under the unfriendly gaze of the guard.

Seeing the girl wearing a long robe and the atmosphere around her was like a colder than the snow, walking into the door, the two guards at the door breathed a sigh of relief and whispered to discuss this extremely powerful infected organization.

"I really don't know what the Duke is thinking. Just letting a group of infected people do whatever they want. Are you really not afraid that His Majesty the Emperor will blame him?"

"His Majesty the Emperor..."

When the other man saw that he seemed to want to say something offensive, he quickly poked him with his elbow and said, "Stop, stop, stop, don't talk nonsense, be careful to lose your head!"

"..." The man's face stagnated, and then sighed: "Actually, I want to say that maybe this group of inexplicable infected people deceived something... or how could it be under our noses...?"

A girl like a princess in ice and snow walked into the hall, took off her hood, wiped her slender white rabbit ears, and came to the office of the centurion where Scarti and the others were just now.

"How is the intelligence?" the girl asked calmly, looking at the centurion who had put aside a stack of documents after she had put aside the desk.

"Pay attention to your words, the 'Frost Star' of [Integration Movement]." He replied with his eyelids hanging down, and he opened the next document related to resource replenishment without stopping, as if he was not interested in the girl's identity and strength.

But since he was responsible, he still released a file written by the recorder and continued to be busy with what he had done.

Some of the smell of gunpowder that was about to become rich quietly disappeared after Frost Star took the file.

Naturally, they could not give each other any good attitude. On one side, they were Usas soldiers who had received hostile education for the infected and participated in oppressing the infected, and on the other side, they were the infected movement organization that was born after being persecuted by Usas soldiers and the people.

Although they are now standing together because of resources and interests, this is just a prerequisite for them not to hinder each other. It is simply a dream to have a good look.

After reading this document, Frostxing's eyes stopped on the last two signatures, feeling that he seemed to have seen them somewhere...

Skadi

Laurentina

She pronounced one of the names gently, then widened her eyes and looked up and asked, "Does there be an Agor woman with very long white hair among them?!"

Upon hearing this, the centurion raised his eyebrows slightly, and soon nodded slightly in the eyes of Frost Star, who seemed very important, and added: "Both of them are Agors with white hair."

Seeing this, Shuangxing immediately ran out, but when he was about to open the door, he saw that the door was suddenly pushed open, so he could only avoid it lightly. Just as he was about to speed up his pace, he heard the man say hurriedly: "Those three people ran away!"

"What?!" The centurion stood up without any surprise, walked out with a more urgent step than Frost Star, and said, "When walking, I said, is that the man still able to move after being so seriously injured?"

Frost Star naturally captured the message of "serious injury" and asked anxiously: "Seriously injured, who is seriously injured? Are those two Agor women?"

The centurion glanced at the girl beside him and pondered: "It's one of them."

After he finished speaking, the messenger beside him continued to explain: "Half an hour ago, the person in charge of reporting found that there was an off-road motorcycle missing in the hangar. From the surveillance video, the three people walked in swaggeringly. After fiddling for a few seconds, they unbuttoned the car lock and drove away in a swaggering manner."

"No one stopped him?" the centurion frowned and wondered if the magician used some tricks to lure his mind.

"No... because they are very, very reasonable and can unlock motorcycles, all the maintenance personnel think they are business, and no one expects them to be car thieves." The messenger said in disbelief.

"..." The centurion was speechless and rubbed his eyebrows with a little regret, but said, "Then ask someone to report it, and say it was snatched by an outsider. By the way, the batch of shells consumed were also reported, and it was said that they were hit... the process was as follows."

It seems that he has no intention of chasing Xia Lan and the other two with great fanfare.

They came to the cottage where Xia Lan and the other two stayed for a night. They pushed open the unlocked door and smelled the faint fragrance of military canned food at the tip of their noses.

The centurion then noticed the pile of famous brands on the table, subconsciously walked up to pick up one, and read out the name on it that had been sealed in the snow fields for more than ten years: "Asnov Yelizavita..."

He seemed to have an impression of this, because the starting point of the inner legions of those branches more than ten years ago was their unknown fortress.

...

At the same time, on the frozen soil where the ice and snow were melting due to the approaching summer, an Usas military special motorcycle carrying two women and one man was galloping along a path.

Xia Lan has Scarty in front and ghost shark behind, which is warm and happy. After completely relaxing, she can't help but feel quite enjoyable.

After taking out some materials to make a wind barrier unit, Xia Lan touched Skati's belly and whispered: "I'll sleep for a while first, and call me if I have something to do~"

"Yeah," Scarty replied softly.

The ghost shark behind adjusted his posture slightly, held Xia Lan's waist, leaned his chin against his shoulder, and looked at the empty plain in the distance with some excitement... A smoke from cooking caught her eyes.

If it weren't for the loss of vision caused by excessive hunger and physiological disorders, she would have been able to easily see the layout of the village's house, but now she can only see the smoke clearly.

"Do you want to get something to eat?" she prompted with her bloodline sensing.

After quietly establishing the initial soul connection, she found that she could convey clearer information through her bloodline, at least it was much more accurate than the previous prompts like "tacity".

"Go." Scarty responded shortly.

They slowed down, observed for a few moments and found a place that looked like there were a lot of ruts, drove from there to the wasteland, and drove towards the small village.

"We don't have money now, how should we find what they want to eat... The north of Usas is not enough to support the food they give free of charge, right?" Scarty said again thinking.

"That's right." The distracted ghost shark then remembered this and couldn't help but feel a bitter face.

"Then let's take a look first." Scarty thought about it and said, focusing on the village getting closer and closer...

There is a large area of ​​fields outside the village that seem to have just been planted for a long time.

After a while, it seemed that they had noticed their approach. Many people in the village ran to the entrance of the village, looking at the motorcycle getting closer and closer, and gradually noticed its style.

Scarty frowned slightly, and the ghost shark who noticed this also showed a helpless expression - it seemed that the other party did not welcome them.

There are crossbowmen on the roof, archers on the watchtower, and there are even a bunch of villagers with weapons prepared in the corner behind the house.

"After all, Usas often robs, so it's normal for them to be alert." Scarti said.

"Well, maybe." The ghost shark curled his lips and said with some thoughtfulness: "When traveling to Usas, about 40% of the villages tried to attack me, who was alone, and 70% of the villages that were posing as such would attack."

"That's it..." Scarty felt a little numb when she heard it, and she couldn't help but complain: "This Usas civilization is really..."
To be continued...