Three Good Salary Kings Stand on the Ark

"Texas, you watch it too! Is this movie a fool?"

"Shut up, you silly dog, didn't you know that you were the one who killed people?"

"Where is it? You did it in Texas, I'm sure!"

The two wolves started to quarrel again because of this film. They talked for a long time about the social situation in Syracuse and how to eat in the gang life. The fact that the tail was hugged by Hong seems to have forgotten up.

And Hong enjoys the warmth of the tails without competing with the world. As long as she has a tail, she is happy enough.

Chapter 484 The Dream of the Past

"It's you." The golden pupils under the fireproof female goggles narrowed slightly.

She was standing on the bridge deck of Rhodes Island. It was a rainy night, the sky was silent, and the rain was ticking. There was obviously no obstacle, but the Fireproof Lady was still dry, as if the raindrops avoided her automatically.

Just a few steps behind her, a woman was standing behind her. She was wearing a green robe and stood there quietly. The howling cold wind could not blow a single corner of her clothes.

"Why are you here? Shanalotte."

The fire prevention girl turned her head and asked the woman named Shanalotte. Judging from the tone of her voice, they obviously knew each other.

"Because I need to be here and ask what the hell you're doing."

Shanalot's tone was not good. She looked at the back of the fire prevention woman and asked her own question.

"The son of the dragon created by the people who broke the cycle of fate... Shanalotte, you and Lord Ashes do have some intersections, but I think you should be clear about your position."

"There are some things you don't need to know."

The fire girl was not panicked by Shanalot's questioning, she just smiled, and then revealed the essence of Shanalotte's existence.

In Rumi, the place where the ashes thought they had arrived in a dream, where there was warm sunshine and a vast sea, there was such a person.

She is a pilgrim, standing on the edge of the cliff day after day, waiting for the arrival of the person who can take her out of the curse.

She is the son of the dragon, a failed product created by crazy people. She has already awakened herself, and her heart is ashamed.

But when an undead arrives, the gears of fate change.

"I don't need to know? Obviously he also..."

"What about him?"

The rain was still falling, and the cold wind mixed with icy raindrops blew across the deck, like a mournful cry, or a mournful whimper.

Shanalot was silenced by the fireproof woman, and after a moment of silence, she said:

"Are you really going to do this? Is it all worth it?"

"As long as it's for Lord Ashes, everything is worth it." The Fireproof Girl carefully felt the beating of her heart in her chest.

"Even if it is to use insidious calculations, even if it is to use shameless deception, as long as it can finally fill his hole, I am willing to do anything."

"Shana Lotte, aren't you also the one who begged Lord Ashes? Hope doesn't come out of thin air. How can there be such a cheap gift in this world?"

"If you pray for hope, it will bring the same amount of despair. You should know that."

The son of the dragon who once lost hope, even if she no longer wants extravagantly, but when that hope really appears in front of her eyes again, how can she refuse?

"...You're right, I don't have a position to talk about you, sorry, just pretend I don't exist."

Shanalot took off her hood, revealing her short auburn hair, and her figure gradually faded away.

"If you can, can you bring me a sentence?"

"I don't think it's very convenient." The fire-proof girl turned her head slightly, looking at her almost transparent body.

"...It's really a strong desire for monopoly."

Leaving the last sentence floating in the air, Shanalotte's figure completely disappeared, just as silently as when she came.

The night rain is still falling, the night is still dark, everything is hidden in the darkness, only the fireproof woman who is alone on the deck still has her own color.

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dark, damp prison

Lost hope, withered and crooked body

Sitting in a corner, the shadow covers half of his body, if he escapes into the shadow, he will die

No, it won't, because I won't die anymore

The heart is getting more and more desperate, the memory is disintegrating, and the will is melting

Suddenly, a key fell from the top of the head, looked up, and a figure appeared in the gap on the top of the cell

Good Armor, Sword and Shield, Key and Hope

Staggering to pick up the key, driving forward, when the cage is opened, fate has already made a choice

Huge demons, dying knights, dying entrustments

Hold the elemental bottle tightly, carry the will of others in your heart, and move forward again

Light, great raven, novelty that soars in the sky

The first generation of legends begins here

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cold, hard sarcophagus

A body worn out like rust, simple weapons and shields, no memory, only longing in my heart

thirst for fire

Follow your heart's desire to move forward, when the soul enters the body, the sense of satisfaction is fleeting

zombies, monsters, bonfires

Proceed cautiously, grab the remaining souls from the blue-robed living corpses, until a huge square appears

The silver giant, the spiral blade, the strongest enemy ever

The brave warrior swung his halberd, the battle was extremely difficult, and death was close at hand

When death came, I didn't know why there was no fear in my heart, and when I opened my eyes again, I had already returned to the campfire

This is immortality, this is ashes

It's just that those souls disappeared, and the emptiness in the heart made people tremble uncomfortably. When he came back to his senses, he was once again standing in front of the giant holding the halberd

Fighting with all your strength, courage without fear of death, looking for that fleeting moment of victory

After defeating the hero who turned into a black thing, a huge amount of soul and fire poured into his chest, and a huge sense of satisfaction came to him, and then he moved forward again.

Entering through the door, the interior of the magnificent building is slightly dim, and a beautiful woman stands in front, bowing slightly.

The spiral sword pierces the bonfire, and the body turns into fire mist, looking for the king, and the road to hunting the gods has opened

Will this be a continuation, or the end?

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Ashes opened his eyes, and he found himself lying in the arms of the fire-proof woman, he could feel the softness like water at the back of his head, and the slightly cool fingertips were gently grazing his face.

"I... dreamed."

He raised his head slightly, and looked at the Fireproof Woman.

"What kind of dream did you have?" Showing a gentle smile, the fireproof woman asked softly, holding the broken hair on her forehead for Ashes.

"Is it happy, happy, or sad, sad dream?"

"I seem to dream of the past, in Rodland, in Lothric."

"Is that so..."

Ashes wanted to get up, but was held down by the fire-proof woman.

"It doesn't matter if you lie down for a while longer, Lord Ashes, this is no longer the Age of Fire, you don't have to run around anymore."

"You have advanced far enough, so far that you almost cross history, starting from Rodland and ending in Lothric, it is time for you to take a break."

"But I can't stop."

"But at least for now, you can stop for a moment." The fire-proof woman gently caressed his face, "It's just you and me."

Chapter 485 Shirtel, angry!

The Rhode Island dormitory area, this is the place where all Rhode Island operators rest after their daily work and training. As a land ship that can accommodate thousands of people, the dormitory environment of Rhode Island is naturally nothing to say. Whether it is a double room or a deluxe single room, all can meet the requirements of the operators. If you have a partner, you can choose a multi-person room, and if you like quietness, you can choose a single room.

Each room has quite complete living equipment. If someone delivers food, and if you don't have a job or training, you can almost stay in the room until you grow old.

In fact, Shirtel is in such a state now.

When she came to Rhodes Island before, she was forced to be an Originium Arts teacher for a period of time because of her outstanding Originium Arts and Ashes' tricks, but when teaching others how to use Originium Arts, she The words are quite difficult to understand.

It's not that it's so obscure and profound, but it's so simple and straightforward that it's too simple.

"Ah... first such a thump, and then a thud in my heart, and then the hula came out."

No one could understand what she was talking about. After all, Shirtel herself was an individual that appeared under the influence of the soul of the king of fire. She had a natural control over flames, and she also had a very different view from ordinary people. angle of things.

For ordinary Terrans, the origin stone skills that require systematic learning and certain talents can be used, but since the birth of Shirtel, it is like breathing and blinking instincts, and the accompanying magic sword Levadin, even more It is to allow her to summon the gray giant to assist in the battle.

It can be said that she, Shirtel, is simply a girl favored by flames, a power that ordinary people can't obtain in a lifetime, transcending the physical strength and life of ordinary Sarkaz, and the slightest connection with the primordial fire, There is also a magic sword fused with the fragments of the Spiral Sword.

She filled all the buffs almost as soon as she was born, which gave her the capital to do whatever she wanted.

After all, when all the people you meet can't beat you, you can also be as arrogant as Shier Teer.

However, when Shirtel learned of her life experience in Xista and signed a vow with Ashes, she refrained from her wanton behavior, and instead stayed in her own small room with peace of mind, slowly enjoy life.

She has no past to pursue, why not enjoy the present and look forward to the future?

Except for the fact that she had just come to Rhodes Island for a combat proficiency test and easily won the certificate of the six-star guard, Shirtel hadn't used the Levadin much. After all, it was usually not her turn to fight. She didn't have any other commendable talents, so she was simply stuffed in the card pool by Kelsey as a trump card.

Shirtel doesn't have to go to work today, and when he wakes up every day and looks at the empty schedule, he always feels lonely isolated on the top of the mountain. When he sees other operators busy while he is relaxed Shirtel always has an inexplicable sense of satisfaction.

To sum it up, fish is better than fish!

Wait, is it true that people who have some relationship with Ashes will eventually fall into the hell of fishing?