this is my ark journey

"I know the situation of the battle, don't worry about that evil spirit, maybe he will send a gift at some point." Tracy swung the wine glass with a smile on his face.

It looked like there was some huge secret. The count didn't ask, and didn't dare to ask, but just shook his head.

"It's not just the war situation, the infiltration of various countries in Kazdel has reached a very serious level, the parliament is quite dissatisfied, and some people are even criticizing you for selling..."

"Hoffman, it's very difficult to make Kazdel great again, and everyone has to pay the price." Tracy interrupted the other party, his eyes getting darker.

"Whose interests have been harmed by the infiltration of Victoria and Ursus? Who should stop it by all means?"

The count was taken aback for a moment, and blurted out: "Nobleman!"

"Yes, since they all want me to be a puppet, let them decide the outcome first." Tracy raised her head, drank the wine in one gulp, and then looked at the count, who was already frantic on his face. Shaking his head slightly.

"This is not everything. When they decide the winner, I can completely control the entire Kazdale, and there will be no more constraints from the parliament. The Victorians will also be surprised to find that the Sarkaz warrior who has emerged from countless killings will become my Blade, Hoffman, do you want to live in Londinium?"

"You, this..." The earl was speechless, so he knelt down on one knee, paying respect to the king's wrist.

"But it's too early now, at least we have to wait until the war is won." Teresis smiled, enjoying the loyalty offered by the earl, her red eyes narrowed slightly.

"Now, tell me who is that Ren Rodland?!"

Chapter 92 Suffering should be equal!

The bonfire in the fireplace was lively, and the room was as warm as spring. In the luxurious lounge, the earl fell into deep thought.

Before he came, he had already got all the information about Rennes, but it was impossible to make a long speech in front of Tracys. The king is very busy, and it is already interesting to take time to care about a mercenary.

"It's only been a month since this person entered Kazdel from the wilderness. It seems that he has something to do with those Karan people. After entering Kazdel, he destroyed our three plans one after another. Basten was the only one who died in his hands. , Alcador, oh, that Shirtel is also missing."

Destroying three plans in one month, he was called a super shit-stirring stick, Tracy's fingers couldn't help tapping on the back of the chair.

"Sounds like a master?"

In terms of record, it is certain, but the earl was stunned for a moment, shaking his head slightly: "His strength is very vague. I asked the defeated army in the underground black market. When fighting against him, except for his strange origin stone skills, he didn't show too much. Strong strength, but they can kill Basten and Alcador, you know their strength, one or two centurions can be destroyed easily."

Just like fighting beast chess, Ren can only defeat ordinary soldiers by means, but he can kill stronger beings. Tracy is also a little confused, feeling that this person's strength fluctuates.

"Did you hide your strength? Or arranged an ambush?"

"No, he has a very strong Originium skill, he can completely vaporize those deserters in an instant, and he was indeed injured during the charge." The count licked his lips and continued to reply: "Kill Basten There should be helpers, but killing Alcador is definitely going in alone."

That would be weird...

The prince's hands were moving faster and faster on the back of the chair. Suddenly, the word 'wilderness' flashed through his mind, and his whole body was shocked.

The wilderness, the lost golden statue, Alcador.

Something was linked at once, and the fingers that kept tapping stopped.

"Alcador was indeed killed by him, but he relied on something, something that belongs to me." Tracy stood up, and the black and red cloak fell to the ground.

"Can you recruit this Ryan Rodland? I'm very interested in something."

He was very curious about how the mercenaries used the golden statue of Terror in actual combat. Not to mention the weight, no one could resist the filth on it for a minute, and even transportation required an extremely heavy box.

The count didn't know what His Highness was thinking, but just shook his head: "As far as what he did in the underground black market, it's impossible."

"Then bring him to me, and I'll give you all those Columbia toys." Tracy crushed the red wine glass into powder, and the liquid flowed from between her fingers.

"Remember, live!"

"Yes, I'll set it up right away." The count was about to leave, but was stopped again.

The heavily armored Prince Sarkaz stood in the shadows, and said casually, "There is one more thing. There seems to be a small movement on the committee side. Send someone to deal with it."

"The aftermath of the Witch King of Letania?"

"Well, the thing he made is not as simple as it seems!"

.............

Ren didn't know that the two brothers and sisters had become interested in him almost at the same time, but he knew it was useless. Teresia was well protected by Kelsey, and it was not easy to get close.

As for Tracy?Ren would enthusiastically recommend a mercenary named Butterfly to him, to ensure His Royal Highness the Regent's satisfaction.

Kazdale is located in the north of the mainland, and the night of early winter comes especially early. When the lights are on, all the mercenaries have entered the mobile city. This city is not big, and it is estimated that it is an emergency refuge when natural disasters come. The mercenaries can only be squeezed on the edge.

But after staying for a whole day, Ren found that this place was completely different from other places.

No one discriminates against this group of war animals. You must know that there are many people in the mobile city. There are nobles who have rebelled in the parliament, ordinary soldiers, and civilians. Everyone lives together, and there is no bloody incident.

Thinking about it, the nobles who can give up their superior life and vote under the banner of the Tower of Babel either have great ambitions or hate their past corruption. It is not difficult to accept mercenaries, and even everyone eats the same dinner.

Originally, the sweet potato rice caused the mercenaries to complain, but after discovering that Teresia also ate the same food, even the most provocative thornhead stopped making a sound.

The affairs of the world have always been concerned with inequality rather than scarcity. With Teresia taking the lead, who dares to speak nonsense?

"After a day, how do you feel?"

Under the night, Ren walked to the eaves with a glass of boiled water, and Hedley was staring at the lights in the wilderness in a daze.

"It's completely beyond my expectations. I didn't expect Kazdel to have a pure land." The experienced mercenary stretched out his hand and pointed to the light outside.

"People in the village can come in, and no one charges a high fee to enter the city."

In Terra, moving cities is never enough. Natural disasters mean death. This is the only way to avoid natural disasters. However, the city's capacity is limited, and food depends on external supplies. Someone must stay outside the city.

"Well, she broke the tradition, so her throne is not stable." Ren sat next to him, shaking the kettle. Seeing Hedley's doubts, he explained with a smile:

"Not everyone likes this kind of pure land-like life. Cutting people's wealth is like killing their parents. Generals need wars to be promoted. Nobles can take advantage of the opportunity to seize wealth and land. Arms companies need orders. Peace has nothing in their eyes. value."

"But they are a minority!"

"But it's the few who get the most out of it, Hedley, and believe me, the cries of children in the ruins won't be heard in the splendor of a dinner party unless they experience the suffering themselves."

Ren's eyes were cold, the world should be fair, and suffering should not be differentiated by identity.

Hearing this, Hedley immediately showed a fierce face. He is a rational old mercenary, but his position has nothing to do with personal IQ.

"I will say this to the brothers in the whole regiment, Ren, I think it is really right to follow the Tower of Babel. In the past, both sides took over the work, and I didn't feel like killing either side, but now I feel that it is because of this road. And death is very meaningful!"

"Congratulations on finding the meaning of death." With a smile on his face, Ren asked again, "What do you think of Your Highness Teresia?"

"Kindness, gentleness, lofty prestige, coupled with blood and identity, are enough to become the banner of the Sarkaz people." Hedley replied without thinking, paused for a moment, and asked:

"What about you? Didn't you keep reminding you to be careful of the Tower of Babel?"

"Your Highness is kind but not stupid. It's completely different from your story, but we still need to be careful, because we have the same interests, and we need the power of the Tower of Babel." Ren blew the night breeze and narrowed his eyes slightly.

Yu Gong, at least the Tower of Babel is more reliable than Tracys, and it is his help to complete the bet.

Personally, the Tower of Babel has too many secrets to dig out, and it can also help solve the ore disease of the ghost shark after the war.

He paused and reminded: "But remember, we are not dogs raised by the Tower of Babel. Some people can't believe it."

"It's up to you to judge. The big guy has already entrusted his wealth and life to you." Hedley stood up, smiled and waved his hands, and walked towards a small auditorium.

"I'll go into the room first, so hurry up and come too. His Highness said that he will hold a welcome party for everyone."

After a day of probing, all the mercenaries had already entered the city. At this moment, laughter and ugly singing could be heard from afar.

"You are the leader!" Ren reminded.

"Hehe, then you will take it as the order of the leader."

Hedley raised his hand and shook it, the blame is definitely on the table.

Who says this bastard is honest?

Ren shook his head, stood in the wind, and looked at the scattered lights outside the city.

Teresia is definitely not ordinary, she looks kind, but she can overthrow her personality for decades, she can be called a peerless ruthless person.

'If it can be done, there will be an extra piece of pure land in Terra Continent, and the goal is the same as mine.But Teresia is too important, a hundred times more important than that doctor, if the flag falls, everything will be closed. '

Worries flashed in Ren's eyes. To put it simply, the success rate of this road is based on the human design. According to Kazdel's deep-rooted traditional thinking, even if the doctor's strength can sweep thousands of troops, and intelligence can crush everything, everything will be destroyed without a banner. It's empty talk.

Sarkaz are not ordinary people. They are imprisoned by tradition and die for tradition. What Teresia does is not like a Sarkaz. Some people like it, some people will hate it.

Teresis is using the old forces to play a game of alliances, while Teresia completely handed over everything to the Tower of Babel. She herself serves as a symbol, which is better and worse, and Rennes can't tell for a while. unclear.

But very soon, he threw these outrageous things out of his mind, he was not an unscrupulous commander, nor was he an exhaustive strategist, Ashes only did his best.

This has always been the case, and it will be the same in the future!

Chapter 93 I come to a flower of hope!

la la la la la ~~~~

As soon as the door was opened, the extremely difficult war song came into Ren's ears. The auditorium was not too big or small, and there was no long table, evening dress, and buffet banquet in the impression. There were only hundreds of people. The mercenaries and operators are distributed in every corner of the auditorium.

Some were singing, some were playing cards, some were crying after being separated for many years, some were chatting, there were many operators other than Kazdel in the Tower of Babel, a group of bumpkin Sarkaz stretched their heads.

"Colombia's cities are really so prosperous? Are drones not even regulated?"

"Fuck off, talk about rich countries and you're all about it. I only care about whether the girls over there are juicy or not."

"Tell me about the Sarkaz in Colombia? How are they doing?"

A foreign affairs officer from the Tower of Babel was surrounded by men on the left and right, with big heads.

When Ryan heard of Columbia, he thought of Gerardin, and his face couldn't help but gloomy. Looking at the food on the table, it was really not rich. Most of them were bread and sweet potatoes.

This is amazing. The Sarkaz mercenaries who had no meat in the past have already started to clamor. It has to be said that Theresia is already at an exceptional level in terms of winning people's hearts.

The princess did not preside over the banquet, but walked among the officers and mercenaries, chatted casually, smiled sweetly, and sometimes exclaimed when the mercenaries talked about their hometown, "I'll go to that place." Over yeah'.

Because a certain cold film was staring at him, Ren didn't join in the fun, and asked a few operators at random. After finding out that the doctor hadn't participated, he lost interest, so he simply went to find some troublesome people in the regiment.

After walking through the crowd for a few minutes, Ren finally found W. The girl was leaning against the wall, holding a water glass in her hand, looking somewhere without blinking her eyes.

Ren turned his head and found that the person W was staring at was Teresia.

"Hey, your saliva is about to flow out." Ren walked towards him, just blocking his eyes.

"Go away, go away, what are you doing in my way." W waved his hand impatiently, but no matter which way she probed, Ren would block her, and he couldn't help clenching his teeth.

"Are you going to force me to stab you?"

"In order to chase stars, stabbing comrades who fought side by side, if the brain is sick, it should be treated as soon as possible."

"Don't think I'm so naive, I just think His Highness is very close."

"Then I'm not nice?"

"You?" W looked Renn up and down, curled his lips and said, "Sorry, if nausea is also close, you are already invincible."

The smiling face directly raised Ren's blood pressure, and he finally held back: "Your mouth is so smelly, I really want to find something to plug it up."

"Tch, it's up to you." W shrugged, pulled up the chair and sat down backwards, put his hands on the back of the chair, and somehow looked back.

It's fine to talk about it, Teresia and this area just left a good impression on her, let alone saving her life, she didn't even talk about it.

"By the way, where did Ceobe go?" Ren also pulled up a chair and sat down, looking around, he didn't see the shadow of the silly dog.

"Your stupid Pello wanted to sneak into the kitchen and was caught by the people from the Tower of Babel. There was a female blood demon who said that she would buy her enough food if she could do a little favor, so she went happily." W put his chin on He yawned on the back of the chair. From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Ren's expression and immediately laughed.

"Don't worry, Gorefiend is not interested in the same sex, and besides, Ines also followed."

"That's about the same, I can trust Ines."

"It means I can't believe it?"

Mention Ines, W will have a nervous reflex, Ren has long been used to it, and nunuzui goes to the princess who is leading a few female mercenaries to dance.

"It's rare to relax, why don't you try it?"

These two days were considered to be a breather for the mercenaries who had been fighting continuously for more than half a month. The underground black market was not counted. Many people gathered urgently as soon as they took off their pants.

"I can only dance with a saber. It's inevitable that I'll kill two of you. It's not good to disturb other people's interest." W was talking badly, and suddenly turned his head to look at Ren, his eyes rolling.

"Hey, what do you want to do?" Ren just felt that something was wrong, when W stood up and ran to the performance stage in front of the auditorium, he suddenly understood.

Damn, this little devil wants to mess with me! !

Ren kicked down the chair and hurriedly chased after him, but he was still a step too late. W jumped onto the high platform and patted the dusty microphone.

hum-

The ear-piercing sound effect swept across the auditorium, and many people directly covered their ears and subconsciously looked at the girl on the stage.

"What the hell is the captain trying to do?"

"It's not good, W is going to go crazy again, hurry up and pull her down personally!"