this is my ark journey

"I know how to get Sarkaz out of trouble."

"Can you cure ore disease?" The mercenary touched the black crystals formed from the wound on his cheek, and it hurt every time he smiled.

"Ore disease is not the fundamental problem, or even if Kazdel is an infected person, he will be miserable!" Ren shook the file and made a clattering sound.

"Isn't Teresia worried about being besieged after the civil war is over? We Sarkaz have a bunch of natural allies, countless allies! If they can burst out with energy, countries will be overwhelmed."

Seeing that the title page of the document said Ursas——Integration Movement, Muyan seemed to understand it.

"You mean the infected, yes, the Sarkaz are the same as them, but the infected are very weak, at most they can be restrained."

"No." Ren, like a gambling stud, piled up all the documents scattered on the desktop.

"It's all of them!"

Chapter 97 We Unite!

A pile of documents were pushed together, both of them were a little silly, but Ceobe stuck out half of his head and found that the agitated Ryan was not talking about food, so he lay back bored.

Carlson opened the files, becoming more and more confused.

"Detailed Records of the Bolivarian Civil War", "Investigation of the Sargon Resistance Army", "Records of the Ten Wars between Ursas and Casimir", "Research on the Workers' Riot in Londinium"?

What a mess, is it possible that Kazdel wants to form an alliance with Emperor Ursus?It's no wonder it wasn't swallowed by those Ursus with huge appetites.

Or are you talking about the big companies in Colombia who are full of benevolence and morality?This group of bastards even dared to assassinate the general for the sake of profit, which is even more shameful than the Ursus.

"You should call Hedley, or Ines, I don't know."

"No, I called you because you represent the average intelligence level of Sarkaz." Ren was a bit hurtful, but Garson didn't dare to attack.

"Let me ask you, whether it's a war of aggression, a battle for the throne, or a worker's riot, who is the main body, who benefits, and who pays the price?"

For a mercenary like Garson, who has experienced many battles, he didn't need to think about this question at all, and he blurted out: "Of course the soldiers are fighting. If we can pay the ransom and go home, we will have our heads chopped off."

He was irritable when he talked about it, as if he had a painful memory.

"Is there a distinction between infected and non-infected soldiers and civilians?" Ren continued to ask.

"Cazdale's situation is special, but there should be no difference in other countries. Everyone's fate is the same." Jelson turned his mind and said hesitantly, "You mean... ..."

"Yes, there is no difference between infected and non-infected in the unfair phenomenon, and there is no difference between Sarkaz and other races. These talents should be allies!"

Ren jumped out of the strange circle of thinking. The infected people attacked the non-infected people because of crowding out, which deepened the hatred and contradictions, and the target was completely wrong.

Killing and killing, it is not the grassroots soldiers who die, and it is not the lower class civilians who suffer.

Infected and non-infected are artificially turned into two species, but the use of origin stones has not stopped for a moment.

There was a slight snoring sound from Ceobe, but the two mercenaries fell silent. They felt that what Ren said was right, but they were at a loss.

"Then what should we do?"

"Teresia will decide, or she already knew, and we, as mercenaries without an official background, are the most suitable for doing this kind of thing." Ren smiled, first glanced at a certain place on the ceiling, and then turned to Gal Sen stretched out his right hand.

"Come on, show me the information about the integration movement of Ursus."

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

Somewhere in Rhodes Island, in a dark room, only a few large screens were flickering, illuminating Kelsey who was sitting in front and observing. The man on the screen was picking up a stack of documents and flipping through them.

"What do you think of what Ryan Rodland said just now?" She withdrew her gaze and looked to the left and right.

On one side is ACE in full armor, and on the other side is a short girl with pointed ears. Before ACE can speak, the girl has already jumped over.

"Kelsey, my small camera is not bad, it can also record all his voice!"

"But Lucille, others have already discovered it."

"Impossible, how could a person who fights and kills find out!" The girl shook her head vigorously, the camera was as small as a pinhole.

Kelsey didn't bother to explain, and cast her eyes on ACE, who took a step forward and said solemnly:

"Similar to His Highness's thoughts, I didn't expect a mercenary to have such insight."

Not to mention that ordinary Sarkaz people have never thought about it, the princess has a vague idea, the purpose is to let Sarkaz get rid of the bad reputation and live in harmony with other races, and this person can get To come to a conclusion, it can only be said that he has been thinking for a long time.

"He's not a mercenary at all." Kelsey shook his head slowly.

"What is that? A descendant of an ancient family?"

"I don't know." Kelsey rarely said these words, but there were no other words to replace them.

No matter how old the family is, it is impossible for them to have such a vision. This is equivalent to jumping out of the confinement of the earth, and it reminded her of some theories.

But Lucille and ACE looked at each other, the serious man became more serious, and the lively girl also froze.

Even Kelsey didn't know that a person could be so complicated.

"Would you like to dig deeper into his details?"

"There's no need to waste time. Leave this to me." Kelsey didn't bother about Ren's problem. This man doesn't stick to his will, and he doesn't even have any flaws. A few people are guessing here. What is the use.

"ACE, the report you submitted before is too incredible, remember to put it in the confidential archives, and set the authority to the highest."

"Yes." The man nodded hastily. It would be unbearable if he was sent to perform this task. He was about to turn around when he was stopped. When he turned around, he saw the film girl sitting on the chair, the flashing fluorescent screen only half illuminated Face, light and dark uncertain.

"By the way, what did the doctor do on the bridge today?"

This question stopped ACE from asking, he instinctively felt that the Lord was a little dignified, as if something happened on the bridge today.

"Sorry, the doctor asked all the operators out of the bridge, no one will know what he did."

"Okay, you go." Kelsey didn't ask, as if hiding in the shadows.

When ACE left and the automatic door closed, Kelsey looked at Ke Luxie, who was playing with the hair on the side of his face, and waved his hands repeatedly after noticing the gaze.

"Don't look at me, I don't know, the communication on the bridge was cut off for a while today, and all the surveillance video during that time disappeared."

"Disappeared?"

"It's just a technical problem. Rhode Island is only half repaired now, and technical failures are normal." But as Lucille was talking, she looked at her watch and hurriedly jumped out of the box, murmuring.

"Oops, Teresia asked me to help repair the door, it's all your fault for wasting my time."

She fled like a gust of wind, leaving only Kelsey thoughtful.

Getting out of the bridge, a technical failure, sounds like a coincidence, but before she could think about it, the communicator she carried rang.

"it's me."

"The doctor has a new proposal, saying that he will raid the royal city while the Tracys army is defending the periphery!" A magnetic male voice came from the communicator.

"General attack? At this time??" Kelsey sat up straight all of a sudden.

"There is information that Victoria will come to reinforce the army next month. When Tracy gains this force, the situation may turn bad."

For a very normal reason, any commander would act when the enemy was weak, but Kelsey always felt that something was wrong, and the anxiety during this period was gradually deepening.

"Did the doctor make any demands in the general attack?"

The communicator was silent for a moment, and finally came a response: "Yes, the doctor hopes to join the battlefield with His Highness after the striker breaks through!"

After finishing the words, amidst the flickering lights on the screen, Ferlin's green pupils suddenly shrank.

Chapter 98 Woohoo, Ryan, you bully me

I'm afraid there is something wrong with this doctor!

In the cafeteria, accompanied by the sound of Ceobe pinging and clanging rice planing, Ren kept shaking his head while holding the spoon.

Before he handed in the plan he had put together, the Tower of Babel issued a combat notice to the Cardinal executives, saying that a surprise attack would be carried out on an important target in a few days, but he did not specify which one was important.

This can't be hidden from Rennes at all. As long as you open the civil war situation map, you can know that the only target is Wangcheng. This is the last blow to end the civil war.

"From a military point of view, there is no problem. Launching a general attack when the enemy is weakest, but from a political point of view, it is too hasty. Even if Teresia can return to the royal city, it will take a long time just to chase and wipe out the remnants of the enemy, Usa Will these countries stand idly by? '

The civil war turned into a proxy war, even if Tracy was killed, it was useless, but Ryan couldn't object.

The Cardinals are just an alliance, and the road that makes other countries overwhelmed is more troublesome and requires a lot of time to prepare. It is impossible to say that Tracys will turn the tide of the battle after regaining his strength.

Both paths have their own advantages and disadvantages. According to Ren's idea, it is more efficient to gather all the experts to kill all the nobles above Viscount Kazdel and destroy their territories. However, Teresia always feels that some of them can Fight, don't want Sarkaz to bleed.

"Ren, why don't you eat? It's lunch time now, and you can't do without a good meal!" Ceobe shouted from the side, only at this time is the most active.

"Thinking about something, no appetite."

"Can you feed it to me?" Ceobe's tail wagged, as if waiting to be fed.

"Go away, don't even think about it!" Ren spit into the rice.

"Huh—Ren is so dirty!" Ceobe showed a disgusted expression.

"You don't have the right to blame me!" Ren's blood pressure rose, and his appetite returned immediately. He hurriedly picked up two mouthfuls of food, and suddenly felt that Ceobe had a magical skill.

No matter how deep the sorrow is, it will be diluted by the sharply rising blood pressure, and he sees it away at once.

Why think so much, the Tower of Babel is not all hope.

Ren raised his head and glanced at Muyan and Garson who were sitting across from him. They were also two strange things.

Garson had already finished eating quickly, and now he was opening his mouth, looking to the side in horror.

I saw the hunky man in white pulling a small mouth on the protective suit, holding a spoon in his thick hand, and was eating towards his throat.

This is so weird, the nearby tables are all empty, and the Babel operators are far away.

"Mudyan, can you take off the protective clothing when eating?" Ren held his forehead, and the group of people under him was like a circus.

"I, I'm not used to it." Mudstone's voice was low, accompanied by the sound of chewing.

In Ren's ears, the girl was shy, but to Garson and the others, it sounded like an ogre demon grinning.

"Then it's up to you." Ren didn't want to interfere with other people's lives. When he lowered his head, he found that the fried pack animal meat on the dinner plate had disappeared.

"Ceobe! You ate it even after I spat!?"

The silly dog ​​puffed up his cheeks, spit out a few bones, and replied nonchalantly: "What's the matter, unless you licked it, Ren."

"Oh." Ashes really licked the rest of the food, and now the Babel Tactician was even further away.

The Cardinals are all freaks, except that Hedley is a little more normal.

"Oh, Ren, you bullied me!"

"Who told you to blew your own weaknesses?"

Looking at the completely defeated silly dog, Ren smiled triumphantly, asked the logistics operator for a pack of ketchup, squeezed it all on the rice, and slowly sent it to his mouth with a spoon, while asking casually:

"Who do you think is a better breakthrough point for those forces that you have seen just now?"

"Didn't you say that there is going to be a war? We won't participate?" Garson looked at Ren's heavy taste with a grim face, as if he was about to spit it out.

"Participate, but I didn't pin my hopes on the Tower of Babel. Who knows how the situation will change."

"That's right, we are not the dogs raised by the Tower of Babel." Garson, a mercenary who had devoted himself to killing since the beginning of the civil war, was more determined than Hedley, and his face gradually became serious.

"The integration movement in Ursas is pretty good. Not to mention the distance, there are our compatriots in it."

"The integration movement also has Sarkaz?" Rennes was surprised this time.

"Many years ago, a group of special blood moved to Ursus, and their leaders even sought military positions. A few years ago, the old chief sent a letter saying that they were no longer the Ursas army, and they ran to the north to fight Guerrillas, and later intelligence came out that guerrillas joined the integration movement."

Carlson lived long enough to tell some secrets.

Sarkaz is xenophobic and often reports to groups in other countries to keep warm. Renn heard that there are "compatriots" in the far north who came here for a while.

"How many people are there and how powerful are they?"

"After many years, I don't know how many people are left, but the people who lead the team are very strong."

"How fierce?"

Fear appeared on Garson's face, and he paused every word: "That's a pure-blood Wendigo!"

Ren's pupils shrank, and he screamed in his heart, recalling the battle by the river, the commander in heavy armor and wielding a halberd was definitely at the same level as the Gorefiend Earl in terms of overall strength.

And this fierce man is not pure blood!

"Mudyan, let Polk's two teams go to Ursus to find the integration movement, and set off tonight."

There is nothing to say, even if the doctor's plan can be successful, if it can bring back a peerless powerhouse, it will be worth the fare.

"Yeah." Mu Yan didn't talk nonsense, got up and left, Polk was the scout when he left the underground black market, and he was very good at finding his way.