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"Eh?"

Frost Star continued, "Infected people without organization and discipline are miserable in the wilderness. They either rely on the strong or become exiled. Most of those who survive have already seen the wickedness of human nature. If you consider this group, be wary of their potential backlash."

As for the rest of the words, Shuangxing didn't say anything more.

Her words caused the expressions of the people under their cloaks to change, but they seemed to be angry but dared not speak out because of Frost Star's powerful magical power and the guerrillas behind him.

Tallulah did not make a hasty decision. She thought about it for a while and then looked at the two people she trusted most.

Alina: "I trust your decision, Tallulah."

"What about you?" Tallulah looked at Fan Yu again.

There was a subtle change on Fan Yu's face. Through the perspective of [Harmonious Bliss], his connection with Tallulah was moving towards the blue color of [Depth 5], but it seemed that it was not enough.

Perhaps another resonance is needed to reach the portal to begin acquiring the characteristics of Tallulah.

Facing her words, Fan Yu was more willing to follow the trend brought about by the [connection] between the two parties. At this moment, the information symbolizing Tallulah's biofield was not to convey resistance.

"You have already made up your mind, haven't you?" Fan Yu asked with a smile.

Tallulah glared at him, feeling humiliated at being exposed. She said stubbornly, "Even if I have my own opinions, I will still listen to your suggestions."

After she finished speaking, she turned to the infected people who wanted to join and said seriously, "Join us, and we will be brothers from now on."

The underlying message didn't need to be stated by Tallulah; the seasoned infected understood it: the things they'd done before were definitely no longer possible. However, they had already been mentally prepared for this when they chose to join.

It was just a brief episode, and it passed just like that.

There are a few more people in the team heading to the frozen snowfields of the northern border.

The group left the ruined city, packed up their bags and set off, quickly disappearing among the ruined buildings.

After a few hours.

Two figures wrapped in black military uniforms, holding sharp knives and blades, and surrounded by black mist appeared on the battlefield where Fan Yu killed the elite vanguard troops of the empire.

"..."

"..."

"It ended ahead of schedule. Tallulah's team received help. Even with the death of the Empire's elite troops, the Frost Star 'Winter Scar' sorcerer from the North shouldn't have fallen so quickly. And—"

One of the men in black stared at the dismembered bodies. Although the armor on many soldiers had been recovered, it was still difficult to hide the traces of the severed limbs.

"The cuts show signs of scorching, and there's no sign of strangulation. These were all fatal in one blow. This must have been caused by some large, sharp weapon with a diameter of over several dozen meters."

As the [Emperor's Blade], they had already become inhuman monsters.

For the "large weapons" whose scale is simply incomprehensible in the current scene, they can replace them with spells, Originium skills, or even the fusion of fragments of the northern demons to bring about the effect of "inhuman power".

"The capture failed."

"Will Duke Koschei's prophecy come true? The red dragon will eventually be destroyed, just like its rebirth."

"Our intervention does not require any regard for the information circulating in those territories. Your Majesty's mission is only to bring back Tallulah Atrias, the prisoner who killed an Imperial Duke. All other assistance must be completely erased from this world."

The two [Emperor's Blade] guards spoke in suppressed voices. Under their pitch-black bodies, their eyes glowed with a deeper red light than that of the previous elite imperial vanguards. Their figures silently released a black granular substance that permeated the real world.

……

the other side.

After arriving at the frozen snowfields of the north.

The team led by Fanyu and Talulah all wrapped themselves in veils at Froststar's suggestion.

There was a biting cold wind in the air, and whenever a little skin on the face was exposed, it would quickly turn red.

As they continued on their way, the temperature began to drop sharply. The wind blowing through the wilderness alone was enough to cause frostbite. Fan Yu and the others finally understood why the Yeti team always wore cloaks.

Under the leadership of Frost Star, the endless frozen wasteland is located in a Gobi area covered by snow, and the smoke of cooking can be vaguely seen on the ground there.

The person on guard in the distance flashed a blue core light.

It wasn't until the person who discovered them came up and saw Shuangxing's face that the defensiveness on his face suddenly disappeared: "Welcome back. Thank you for your hard work in the supply trade. Our armor would be too conspicuous there."

"Honestly, that blue flash was quite eye-catching too." Froststar complained inwardly, then quickly returned to the point: "Where's the old stubborn one?"

"Big Daddy is in a pit in the Gobi Desert, and we just flattened a mining base. Compared to these, they are..."

The guerrilla members turned to look at Fan Yu and the other two.

"I'm going to take them to see, they are all infected."

"Okay, go ahead and leave the unloading and transporting of supplies to us."

After exchanging instructions to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings, the two men headed towards a gathering point ahead.

Soon after.

What caught the eyes of Fan Yu and his men was a group of soldiers wearing heavy armor and exuding a murderous aura.

"Although I have heard about it, I still feel pressured when I see it up close. Isn't this the true military style of the empire?" Alina said slowly.

Frost Star's gaze was already fixed on a tall Sarkaz who walked out of the heavy armored legion. He held a halberd in his left hand, a large shield in his right hand, was wrapped in a long black leather coat, and wore a mask on his head.

"Old stubborn."

The latter took heavy steps, and a low voice came from under the helmet: "It's too late to come back."

His voice sounded like an old father scolding his daughter for coming home late.

"I brought guests, and they specifically wanted to see you. Of course, I also know who should and shouldn't be brought along. They saved my life, and then I lost the fight." Frost Star said frankly.

Upon hearing this, the Patriot's expression under the mask suddenly changed: "..."

Chapter 39: Patriot's Rejection

The Patriot knew the power of his daughter.

In the wasteland, not many people can stop her spells.

He did not continue to communicate with Frost Star. The Patriot turned his head, like a deer-headed spirit, and stared at the three young men who had arrived.

Tallulah of the Draco bloodline, Alina of Elafia (deer), and the primates that he judged to be Iberians or Agors during his long life.

"Why did you come to see me?" Patriot's voice was intermittent, as if he was stuck. But his voice was filled with a seriousness that was intimidating without anger.

Tallulah hesitated, "The voice of the patriots..."

Froststar, standing nearby, calmly explained, "For most people infected with Ore Disease, Originium crystals will be distributed throughout the body until they affect the skin. But for Old Stubborn, the affected area is his throat, so speaking becomes difficult."

When several people heard the voice, they immediately understood and nodded. Tallulah even looked at the Patriot with pity: "Sorry."

"..." The Patriot remained silent, his blood-red eyes fixed on Tallulah beneath his helmet, unsure of the purpose of this young Draco as a group leader. His gaze evoked a natural sense of pressure, perhaps perhaps stemming from his long-held military aura. When confronted by him, one's posture instinctively straightened.

Talulah understood the patriot's words and took a deep breath. "I've heard a lot about the guerrillas along the way, and I want to come and see them for myself. Also, I have an idea..."

Having said that, Tallulah paused, and then directly repeated what she had said before in the mobile ruins city.

After hearing this, no one could tell what expression was on the Patriot's face under his helmet. Instead, the guerrilla confidants behind him felt it was outrageous.

"Integrate all the infected and build a safe place to accommodate them...Drak, are you serious?"

Tallulah hummed, "What's so strange about that?"

A guerrilla with medical knowledge explained earnestly, "The infected aren't just a cold that can be cured by a few days of lazing around. From the moment an infected person is exposed to an Originium environment, the crystal particles of Originium will enter the body's blood vessels and begin to crystallize within the body until death."

Even after death, the infected's body will turn into dust made of Originium particles, and the substances left behind by their bodies will continue to infect the next person. From what I've seen of Terra's medical technology, there is currently only one medical company called [Rhodes Island] that will take in infected people for treatment, but they can only provide palliative care.

Tallulah murmured the name: "Rhodes Island..."

"Of course, this isn't the most important issue," a guerrilla member said in a serious voice. "The infected themselves are a source of chaos, and there are too many uncertainties in containing them. What's really important is—"

"Where can I find a city that can accommodate the infected?"

Tallulah said, "Of course we built it ourselves, starting from Ursus..."

When the guerrillas heard this, they immediately became uneasy: "Drak, little girl, you want to rely on this bunch of rabble to seize a mobile city of the Ursus Empire?"

The guerrilla member nearby added, "Infected, gather together. Given the harsh laws of the new Ursus Emperor regarding the infected, do you think you're not dying fast enough?"

Tallulah frowned. "If we unite our forces, even those minions of the Empire won't be able to harm our compatriots."

"enough……"

A heavy voice suddenly interrupted the conversation between the two parties that was gradually moving towards a debate.

Tallulah and the guerrillas stopped talking at the same time, because the voice that spoke was that of the guerrilla leader, the Patriot.

He held a halberd in his hand and stared at Tallulah, his blood-red eyes seeming to try to discern something from the young Drake. Tallulah was no less eager, facing the pressure from the Patriots with a determined look in her eyes.

The two looked at each other for a while, and the Patriot's movements suddenly paused, and then he turned around with heavy steps.

Tallulah's face slightly stiffened: "What's wrong?"

"Go back...to your own...place. Tallulah, there are...no...companions of yours here." The Patriot's voice was brief as he walked away step by step.

Several guerrillas were stunned for a moment, then immediately followed their great father. A line of heavily armored warriors emerged from the snowy plains, gradually heading into the distance. The patriot paused briefly, looking back at his daughter behind him: "Yelena, let's go."

Froststar frowned and immediately responded, "We'll go back later, old stubborn man."

After hearing this, the patriot said nothing more and the guerrillas he led continued to move forward.

Frost Star, who stayed where he was, and a wave of infected people led by Tallulah were frozen in the frozen snowfield with the biting cold wind.

Although the Patriot did not directly express his refusal, his actions had already silently made the choice for the guerrillas. At this moment, Froststar, the Patriot's adopted daughter, led the snow monsters and Tallulah.

To be honest, the atmosphere between the two sides was a bit awkward.

"Why did the old man refuse?" Tallulah's face did not show much disappointment of being rejected, but rather confusion.

Frost Star said tactfully, "Old stubborn people are very difficult to talk to. It's difficult to correct the ideas of elderly people. Sorry, there's nothing we can do!"

Tallulah: "It's just that I don't understand..."

Fan Yu held his chin and said, "Actually, this is very normal."

Tallulah: “Huh?”

"The guerrillas are fundamentally different from the infected people we recruited." Fan Yu held his chin and gently reminded himself, the connector.

Tallulah looked confused.

Fan Yu simply told the story of how he overthrew Kokolia during the Beloberg period. It was probably a hopeless story of the lower classes fighting against the oppression of the powerful. The only reason for their ultimate success was that someone united those forces into one.

Tallulah felt that the Sun King in the story was very similar to herself, both of them were people who were not afraid of power.

Combining her own experiences with the situations she had encountered along the way, and considering the Patriots' team, she had a vague idea of ​​why the Patriots had rejected them. However, Tallulah still felt regretful.

Frost Star saw that she was in a bad mood and said slowly, "Actually, you don't have to be so disappointed. Even if the stubborn guerrillas refuse, we snow monsters can still cooperate with you."

Tallulah: “Huh?”

Chapter 40: Joining the Snow Monster Team, Frost Star Joins

Shuangxing glanced at Fanyu and said to them, "You are strong, and I am also strong."

She had seen the power of Fan Yu's magnificent "Sun Sword" spell, and had personally felt the power of Tallulah's dragon bloodline as a Draco.

"We can do whatever we want if we want!"

Tallulah asked curiously, "But aren't you operating with the guerrillas?"

"Most of the guerrillas are veterans who follow the old stubborn ones. We are the "snow monsters". Although we are a whole, it does not affect our own decision-making and independent action." Frost Star said bluntly.

Fan Yu and Tallulah gradually understood what Frost Star meant. She was expressing that she could be independent.

It's just this feeling, combined with the Patriot's previous address to her and their relationship, that gives me a sense of 'the daughter doesn't want to rely on her powerful father at home, and plans to go out and make a living on her own'.

Of course, Tallulah had no reason to refuse Froststar's words. She nodded and held out her hand: "Then I look forward to the future."

Fan Yu smiled and said, "This trip to the frozen northern plains finally has a backup plan."

"Guaranteed bottom line?" Tallulah was stunned for a moment, then turned around and saw the smile on the face of the person next to her. She immediately realized that Fan Yu was teasing her about being rejected by the Patriot Guerrillas and having to settle for an alliance with Frost Star.

She snorted. "I didn't expect an immediate alliance with the guerrillas at first."

Honestly, she's calmed down now. She probably understands that if she talks about ideals instead of concrete realities when facing veterans like the Patriots, this is bound to be the outcome.

After all, the infected people they had previously recruited were a group that had difficulty surviving. To put it bluntly, they were refugees. Faced with people like them coming to recruit, naturally there would be people willing to join in.

Like the group in the ruined city, although they were attracted by the blueprint they painted, if they did not show the corresponding strength, the other party would not be so foolish as to act on passion.