this is my ark journey

"Maozi? I haven't heard of it, but animals are very appropriate." The patriot let out a long sigh, no matter the city or the country, there are often very few people who can be called "people".

Ren laughed silently. When he first arrived in Ursas, he felt that at that moment, just like this moment, they could be so similar.

But it’s not like copying and pasting anymore. He just picked up the wisdom of the predecessors and put forward a suggestion. How to establish the regime, how to distribute the fruits of labor, and where the road will lead are all unknown.

"At least it's not wrong to win more people's support. I'm going to take a rest. If I have any questions, I'll ask them next time."

The inventory in his stomach was searched again, and Ren slipped away in good time. He had to go back to the campfire and keep digging through the buried memories.

These things are not used in Black Soul, and he should have forgotten them long ago, but recently he felt that his memory had improved inexplicably, and he hadn't forgotten things from countless years ago.

But in any case, Ren's back at the moment is wise, and it also adds a touch of unfathomable meaning.

"I heard that there is a doctor in the Tower of Babel, so it must be him."

"Well, I live like an animal tomorrow, why didn't I think of these things?"

"Mr. Ryan said that the bystander is clear, and if you can think of it, you can still live until now?"

"Hahaha, I was sent to the gallows a long time ago! But in this way, I always feel that I am fighting for a great cause again."

The cadres of the integration movement got up in twos and threes. They were not too old, and they accepted it quickly, with almost no resistance.

All people are born in poverty, that is a kind of self-salvation.

Faust also stood up, carefully put away the notebook, then glanced at Mephisto who was sitting in front of him, and walked up silently.

The silver-haired boy is his friend, not very talkative.

"Ino, I didn't expect you to come too." Faust patted him on the shoulder, waking up the dazed young man.

His delicate face was full of timidity, and it took him a long time to say: "Mr. Alina asked me to come."

"and then?"

"I don't understand it very well. You know that I have very little strength. I haven't graduated from Teacher Patriot until now. What about you? How do you feel?"

The cold crossbowman froze for a moment, then nodded slightly: "It's always right to fight for a noble goal."

Mephisto's expression froze, and he returned to a timid expression after a while, and replied while walking:

"So Sasha, are you going to die?"

"Maybe." Faust nodded, he knew that this friend was not as introverted as he appeared, and there was a roaring beast hidden in his heart.

"I don't want what happened to you to happen to other people, so I want to change the world."

"Change?"

"Well, use the power we learned from the patriots to change. It's useless to hide grief in our hearts, but we can't let that anger vent indiscriminately."

The dark green-haired boy thought a lot, and shouted to the silent figure:

"Ino, there is a complaint meeting in the afternoon, you should go and talk about it."

Everyone has different experiences and has experienced different sufferings. Only by pouring out the pain can everyone find another common ground beyond the identity of 'infected person'.

Mephisto paused and didn't speak. Seeing Frost Star coming with candy, he quickened his pace and hurried into the wind and snow.

The conversation between the two teenagers was watched by the patriots. This captain with a high reputation has always been taciturn, like a bystander silently watching the changes in the integration movement.

Watch them go from a mob to something of an army, and watch them go from an army to a resistance.

The man brought up a topic that has plagued the integration movement for a long time—

What are you fighting for?

Some people came in to dawdle because the integration movement could provide shelter, some people hitched a ride and wanted to find a chance to leave Ursus, and some people wanted revenge to return the pain.

"Geneiro, what are you fighting for?"

The patriot looked at the shield guards behind him. These direct subordinates accompanied him through most of the land of Ursus.

"Captain, I'm fighting to end injustice!" The bearded man immediately replied, "I listened to the complaints of the integration movement yesterday, even if I kill that scum to get revenge, it can't stop others from repeating the tragedy. Only when more people learn to fight, oppression and suffering will go away."

"His words are full of power." The patriot nodded approvingly, then shook his head silently for a moment: "But it's not enough."

"Captain, Mr. Ash's words are enough. Reckless people who know how to kill are everywhere, but wise men with thoughts are scarce. If his words are compiled into a book and spread, Mr. Ash is enough to become one of the greatest thinkers in the history of Ursus. , is also enough to mount the emperor's gallows ten thousand times."

The shield guard smiled wryly, Hui Hui is killing people and digging people's graves. Once successful, the destructive power will exceed a hundred captains.

Wendigo is indeed powerful, but it is impossible to be stronger than tens of millions of people at the bottom of Ursus!

"But he's a Sarkaz." Patriot gave his reasons, which made Froststar smile wryly.

This old stubbornness is here again, fortunately Ashes is an ally of the integration movement, otherwise most likely they will raise their halberds again to test whether others have the ability to realize their ideals.

"Okay, Genero is right, some people do the job of killing people, but I'm curious about where Ashes got the knowledge from."

"He is a Sarkaz, and he should use a knife to practice his ideals." The patriot repeated again, seeing a scrambling, panic-stricken courier running up, holding the halberd beside him.

"Now, here's your chance."

Chapter 170 Six I want to worship you as my teacher

The bonfire danced on the lens, and Ren sat beside him in a daze.

During this period of time, he was too busy, and he almost tried out all the things in his mind that were suitable for the national conditions of Ursas. Now it seems that the effect is not bad, and the integration movement has initially understood the question of who to fight for.

'Talulah is doing the separation of the military and the civilians. Next, should the cadres be sent down to further preach the policy, or should they engage in large-scale military training to improve combat effectiveness? '

Ren thought about it, and finally gave a wry smile.

Mud, why did you leave Kazdel, leave the Cardinals and still have so many troubles.

Ryan really didn't want to do these brain-intensive things. It was so easy and straightforward to cut people with a knife, but the reality made him have to do it again.

From the two incidents after entering Ursus, it can be seen that the army has to be serious, and the integration movement can only live in the cracks. Once the army is serious, it will lose 80.00% of its members without the need for others to fight.

After all, most of the infected people joined the integration movement because they wanted to survive. Once the butcher's knife approached, they would immediately scatter.

The disparity between strength and weakness is too great, only hatred and faith can unite them.

He looked not far away, and there was a crude platform on the top of the mine pit, and a black-haired Ursus was crying bitterly.

"I was originally a shoemaker's apprentice. The lords of the picket team came to the shop and insisted that we harbor infected people. Everyone knows that these lords just want to extort money, but we just paid taxes, and we really have no money to pay tribute. They, they At once......"

The black-haired boy opened his shirt, revealing his chest full of burn marks.

"Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooootheir.com with branding iron so that I was infected with ore ore disease."

"Don't cry, Ivan! I used to run a small business in Grelov, and I became an infected person just because the mayor raised taxes and complained a few words. Pity my sister, six beasts, a full six What a beast!" A strong red-haired man burst into tears as he spoke, and everyone around him hugged him and comforted him.

This is complaining and empathizing. For a while, there were angry curses and bitter cries. Mephisto sat in the middle, thinking of the distorted expression of the fat woman, he could hear the cries around him, and his clenched fists loosened slightly.

Every story I heard was worse than him. How many people who can sit here are born infected?

Faust next to him glanced at him and got up slowly.

As a cadre of the integration movement, Zijian saved many people. Although he is young, he has a high reputation. Everyone was a little quiet, waiting for him to speak.

Faust did not state his past, and said coldly: "That's why Ursus turned people into ghosts. In order to prevent more people from repeating the same mistakes, we must resist!"

"Yes, resist!"

"Let those bastards know we're not beasts of burden!"

"Then who should we rebel against? Those potential compatriots who are struggling to survive, ignorant and ignorant, or the high-ranking old men?"

The green-haired boy was still calm, directing his anger. The venue was slightly silent, and there was a thunderous roar again.

"Down with the corrupt Ursus government!"

"Destroy the evil army!"

Not bad, knowing that simple killing can't solve any problems, who to declare war on is the key.

Ren nodded in satisfaction, touched his chin, and thought of another good way.

"The next step is to engage in stage plays, and even the scripts are ready-made."

A tax collector will oppress and send the daughters of poor families to the city to serve as concubines to the nobles, and then a picket team will come to investigate the village and forcibly drag people to the mines to serve hard labor. Those who embezzle property.

The word-of-mouth is absolutely explosive, you only need to worry about the actors being bombarded to death on the spot by Originium skills.

Thinking of that scene, Ren couldn't help but clenched his fists. When he came back to his senses, he felt that life now was very strange.

Kazdel seldom used his words, most of them talked with knives, and the trip to Ursas was even more brain-consuming, but the current situation cannot be changed by writing a few theoretical books.

There is still a long way to go. The integration movement does not have five or six years of transformation and is not qualified to lead Ursus, but with Rennes, it can avoid detours.

"But in the end, the knife has to do the talking."

Ashes is still more accustomed to bloody battles, and personal strength determines everything. If it weren't for the achievements made in Kazdel, why would Tallulah listen to his nonsense.

Consciousness sank, and the flames were slowly burning. Since Ren stepped into Ursus, Ren has cut down many people, and the flames seem to have grown stronger. Unfortunately, there is no special soul fire, which prevents it from undergoing qualitative changes.

Renn found this kind of soul fire, but he couldn't stab Tallulah in the back.

"Let's pick up the trash."

Ren started his old business again, searching for resources to become stronger among the ruins.

Lin Dong went to attend the complaint meeting, but the silly dog ​​and the cockroach spirit hadn't arrived yet. With no one disturbing him, he watched it very carefully this time, and even noticed a slight change in the area illuminated by "Ran Ran Xinghuo".

Unlike the previous pile of rubble, which was disorganized and lacking any characteristics, Ren 'saw' a large section of wall at the edge of the fire, even though most of it was hidden in the darkness where the fire could not shine, but it was indeed a wall undoubtedly.

city?

Ren was stunned for a moment. He knew that the area illuminated by the flames was disorganized, and those ruins made people feel unfamiliar, such as the flange suit and Guda suit, which were obviously not where their masters used to be.

Therefore, a section of the broken wall was not taken seriously by Ren. First, he dug out a few scrolls, and found that one of the magic spells was quite useful, so he kept it, and set his sights on the city wall.

"What is this stuff?"

He noticed a strange spear stuck in a pit below the city, and there were pieces of armor beside it.

The spear looked a bit like a cross with a blade at the top, but the shape was too weird to be conducive to stabbing.

Renn didn't recognize this weapon, held his 'hand', and immediately understood its name.

Lothric flag?Where is the flag?

???

Ren's mind was full of question marks. He traveled all over Losric City, but he didn't pick up any military flags. After thinking about it, he didn't seem to be a full collection player, and he might have missed it.

"The function is to enhance one's own strength within a certain range, similar to the Sun Straight Sword, but the range is many times larger."

It has a large range for sure. This flagpole is very difficult to stab people. If you don’t have other abilities, wouldn’t it be a waste? Ren is just a little depressed. If this thing comes out sooner, it will come in handy when attacking the king’s city.

"I don't lack offensive and defensive weapons now, and I have a lot of rings, so I put them away." Ren, who happened to be short of auxiliary props, put them away immediately, and looked around again.

There was nothing under the city wall, so he turned his energy back to the rubble. This time he didn't find any good things, but he didn't dislike those mass-produced goods either.

Thunder Pot, Flame Pot, Blocking Dagger, Broad Sword, Dark Sword, various weapons, shields of various sizes, and mass-produced armor kits were all collected by Rennes.

These things are useless to him, and they are not very useful to the people of Terra. After all, they are not staffs, and they cannot release the origin stone skills without the casting unit.

But the rabble of the Integration Movement can use it. Most of them are holding farm forks and sticks. These most common weapons are already magic tools for them. Even mass-produced goods are not weaker than Colombia's latest forging skills. Materials science and technology.

It is the deviation of the armor. Black leather armor, outlaw armor, chain mail and the like cannot protect the whole body, but it is much better than wearing a commoner suit.

"Let's use it as waste. Anyway, I can recycle the weapons and armor of the soldiers who died in battle. After they are smoked under the'fire' for a while, they can be taken out for recycling."

Ren opened his eyes. He has never used these things for the Cardinals, because no matter how poor Sarkaz is, his armed level is still extremely high, which happens to be used to arm the integration movement.

"It's a pity that there is no complete set of knight armor, otherwise it would be nice to have a Terra version of the Lothric Knights."

From a certain point of view, he really came to the right place. Even if Teresia came to Ursas in person, she would not be able to bring too much equipment. The Ursas customs office is not a fool.

"problem occurs!"

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Tallulah in military uniform hurrying over with an extremely serious expression.

"The Ursus army is coming?"

"how do you know."

"Obviously, I just didn't expect them to come so quickly, and they didn't even do the minimum surface work." Ren slowly got up, without a trace of nervousness, and glanced at Tallulah again.

"You seem very dissatisfied."

"Well, it's almost there. Give me another month to make the integration movement look different." Tallulah's hand holding the hilt of the sword trembled slightly, and said with a helpless wry smile: "I always bring disasters." Well, the army has mobilized tens of thousands of people to kill us, and it is very difficult to carry out the plan.”

Like Mount Tai pressing down on the top, making people breathless, Tallulah hates fate even more. Every time she wants to see some hope, she will always be extinguished, as if trying to lead her to hate someone.