Three Good Salary Kings Stand on the Ark

Since the fire girl has told the girl so many things, it doesn't matter that Ashes is talking.

The two sat around the fire, and Alina listened to Ashes about his adventures, occasionally interjecting, and the old lady came over from time to time to bring some refreshments.

Just as Ashes talked about the fierce battle between him and the tomb guarding wolf, and Alina listened intently, there was a rush of footsteps and clear shouts from outside the door, interrupting the conversation between the two.

"Grandma! I'm back!"

The voice was full of energy and vitality.

The old woman heard it, wiped her hands and went to open the door.

"Come in! Tallulah, come back, don't let them see you."

"Grandma, stop talking, I'll come in right now."

Hearing the old woman's words, the girl called Tallulah had a helpless expression on her face, hurriedly stepped into the door at the urging of the old woman, and then the door was tightly closed.

"I'm back, Alina... Hey, who is this?"

Tallulah looked at the uninvited guest.

His face is handsome, and more importantly, his mental outlook is completely unlike what can be found in this small mountain village.

Looking at Ash's neatly dressed and neat clothes, Tallulah became suspicious.

This is definitely an outsider, no doubt, so what exactly is he planning?What are you doing in this remote mountain village?It was still at the old woman's house where he was staying.

And Alina...

Tallulah's hand reached towards her waist unconsciously, but she felt empty.

Damn, but at this time the sword is not around.

While Tallulah looked at Ash, Ash was also looking at the girl.

The silver fluffy hair and a pair of sharp black horns protruding toward the sky on the top of her head added a bit of agility to her.

Looking at the drooping tail behind her with a pointed end, Ashes also roughly deduced her race.

Dragon.

There are generally three types of dragons in Terra, the dragons (true dragons) dominated by the Yan Kingdom lineage, the Wayvan (two-footed flying dragons) dominated by the Vayvan lineage, and the German lineage dominated by the Victoria lineage. Luck (Red Dragon).

Among them, Victoria's red dragon bloodline was originally the bloodline of the royal family and ruled together with Aslan, but now this bloodline is very weak, so it is basically ruled by the lions of Aslan.

The girl in front of her should be the rare red dragon. Seeing that she could not escape the vigilance of Ashes' eyes even though she was well concealed, Ashes raised the corners of her mouth slightly.

This is a nice little guy too.

Chapter 110: The Flame That Only Burns People

This was Ash's first encounter with Tallulah, full of sudden alertness, and it didn't seem to be very beautiful.

"Tallulah, let me introduce you, this is Mr. Ash, a very powerful person!"

Alina's voice dispelled the tension in the air (one-sidedly), Tallulah knew how powerful this Elafia girl was.

Even in such a small mountain village, she still tried her best to read and study. Sometimes even Tallulah had to admit that Alina was smarter and more sensitive than her in some places.

She put away her alert posture, but Tallulah still had a suspicion in her heart.

"As you can see, my name is Tallulah."

"ash."

Ash nodded lightly, in response to her introduction.

"There is no need to be so hostile, I just came here by accident."

"That's right, Tallulah, you are just too tense sometimes." Alina also raised her mouth and walked over to Tallulah and patted the dust on her clothes for her.

"Okay, okay, I get it." Tallulah murmured, Alina and the old woman always liked to nag themselves like this.

Tallulah looked at Ashes and wanted to say something, but was interrupted by a flustered shout, and then another plainly dressed Ursus peasant slammed into the door and rushed in.

"Not good! The infected pickets are here, and the old man is making trouble with them!"

"What?!" The old woman was shocked, Ash could see her sudden sadness.

But someone moved faster. She was just about to change out of her luxurious military uniform and rushed into the room. When she came out again, she was already carrying a sword in her hand. Straight out of the house.

The dark sword body and the dark hilt, the big sword, which was slightly too big for the girl, shone fiercely.

"Tallulah! You! Alina, stop her, don't let her do stupid things."

"I'll go as well."

Alina nodded and hurriedly followed behind Tallulah, Ashes also stood up and went with them.

Outside the hut, at the entrance of the village, was a slightly empty and monotonous square.

The villagers stood here scattered, looking at the group of people in black coats in front of them with a little fear.

They are the pickets of the Infected, notorious on this snowy field, known as black bugs, because they are gnawed away wherever they go.

But they are still domineering, not because of anything else, but because their actions are officially allowed by Ursus, to oppose them is to oppose Ursus, that is, to oppose His Majesty the Emperor.

And this group of black bugs stood at the door of the village, obviously a little impatient. The reason is very simple, someone blocked their way.

"I'll say it again, old man. I can break your leg and still get in."

A rickety old man stood at the head of the village. He was wearing a thick leather jacket and a hat. He was already old.

But at this time, he blushed and had a thick neck, roaring at the person in front of him.

"Didn't you just search it last time? What are you doing now!"

"This time it's a routine inspection. We don't care if you give any favors or not. We must go in. Get out! Smelly old man!"

The picket team was unceremonious and stepped forward to enter the village.Routine inspections every two years, this is the work they have to do, otherwise they will also be beaten by their bosses.

The oppressor oppresses the oppressed, and the oppressed turns into the oppressor, how ridiculous.

The old man still wanted to stop him, but the picket team would not be polite to him. In their eyes, the lives of these unscrupulous people were even cheaper than ants.

Legs wearing heavy military boots kicked out without mercy, colliding with the old man's aging body.

Kacha, a crisp voice sounded, and the old man's legs were already deformed a little bit.

"Hmph, I don't know what to do. Search for me!"

The leader glanced at the old man disdainfully, turned around and shouted loudly. Those who also wore black coats grinned and walked forward. Although it was a routine inspection, they could still find some oil and water.

What?You say people here lack food and clothing?What does that have to do with me?

In this snowfield, they can be so domineering.

Heavy footsteps kicked, splashing pieces of snow, the surrounding villagers shrank their heads and stepped aside, the old man hugged his legs and wailed, no one wanted to be the next him.

"grandfather!"

Tallulah, who came in a hurry, saw the arrogant guys and the old man lying beside him at a glance.

"What are you doing?!"

The hand holding the sword gradually tightened, and Tallulah's eyes flashed with anger.

"Huh? Who are you? No, this dress is not something a peasant can afford."

The pickets were stopped by Tallulah, and they looked at Tallulah, who was wearing a luxurious military uniform and holding a big sword.

Then they saw her look, what kind of look it was, so terrifying, so fiery.

"Don't come near! What do you want to do? Do you want to die!"

"—"

Tallulah didn't say much, the innate, red dragon's fiery bulge, and the Originium skill was activated through that pitch-black great sword.

The most intuitive feeling is heat.

The air was dry, and breathing seemed to burn the throat, and the skin was even reddened by the scalding.

The pitch-black great sword was swung, and through the master's hand, it jumped with the swordsmanship that had been tempered. Its target was those black bugs, those bugs that ate the flesh and blood of civilians.

Seeing that Tallulah was shooting at the pickets and had the upper hand, Ash turned to check the old man's situation.

A splendid golden light emerged, and the arrogant light allowed the old man to recover from the wound that had to be raised for a long time before breathing.

Ashes helped the old man to stand up. He was very old. Miracles could heal his injuries, but he couldn't do anything about the aging of the years.

"Are you all right, old man."

"Oh, thank you so much boy, these guys are always like this, greedy, greedy!"

With the help of Ashes, the old man stood up and touched his well-recovered leg, a little incredible.

"My leg... Thank you so much, boy, my old man owes you a favor. Speaking of which, why haven't I seen you, old man?"

"Dad, this is my friend, Mr. Ash."

Alina hurried forward to help the old man, and explained Ashes' identity by the way.She knows the origin of Ashes, so the smart deer is also covering Ashes.

She looked at Tallulah, who was fighting the pickets, with worry in her eyes.

"Well!--"

"Get up, I didn't cut off your hand."

"Damn it! Don't think it's over! You'll know who has the final say on this snowy field!"

He struggled to get up and staggered away, as did the other pickets.

A group of strong men couldn't beat a little girl in a military uniform. He would remember this humiliation.

Then, tenfold, a hundredfold revenge comes back!

Even when running away, he smiled maliciously, but soon, he couldn't laugh anymore.

A man they had never seen before appeared behind them at some point, and the narrow path was blocked by him alone, but he had the aura of being alone.

"Who are you? Get out of your way, get out of my way!"

"..."

Ashes didn't respond to their abuse, just stared at them, his scrutiny eyes swept back and forth, and all those who were touched by his eyes shuddered.

As if he was seen through, his eyes seemed to be able to look straight into the soul.