People in Terra, poor and weak but invincible

Chapter 580 The last pure-blooded Wendigo will continue his advance

Patriots choose to remain silent.

He was not surprised that this wise old man could see what he was thinking.

The Rat King looked up at the Patriot and spoke again:

"You are actually worried about Qi Yan, right?"

"According to common sense, shouldn't I be worried about the Sarkaz, who are Qi Yan's opponents?" The Patriot asked with a smile.

"That's normally the case."

The Rat King nodded, but continued his speculation: "But now Amiya is also going to the battlefield. This little girl is very determined, but unfortunately she is still too immature. She doesn't understand what she will face on this trip.

With Qi Yan's personality, he will definitely try his best to protect Amiya, which will be very tiring, and Qi Yan himself is already very tired. "

"...Yes, I am worried about Qi Yan." The patriot no longer hid.

"So, what are you hesitating about?" the Rat King asked.

The patriot looked up at the cloudy sky.

He sighed and said, "Sarkaz are powerful because of their bloodline, but they are also bound by their bloodline. The purer the bloodline of a Sarkaz, the more they can feel the hatred that has been passed down for tens of millions of years.

Amiya stepped onto this battlefield, destined to face the souls of the Sarkaz, and I am one of them. "

"Hate."

The Rat King sighed.

But then he shook his head again:

“That’s why you can’t avoid it.

I met a young man on the ship before. He was from Rhodes who joined in Casimir. His name was Ibrahimovic.

I talked to him for a while and learned some of his experiences.”

The Patriot's interest was piqued, and he lowered his head to look at the Rat King, waiting for his next words.

The Rat King did not keep the secret and said leisurely:

“He was joined in Rhodes by another lady from Casimir, and the two of them had with them an innocent little girl.

To outsiders, the three of them had a close relationship, but I noticed the torment in the hearts of Ibrahimovic and the lady.

After drinking once, Ibrahimovic blurted out his story to me, a story about how the two of them carried each other's blood debts, but supported each other to move forward. "

"Very touching," commented the Patriot.

"Do you know why they can do this?" asked the Rat King with a smile.

The Patriot shook his head.

"Because they are looking to the future." The Rat King was deeply touched, "For the sake of that little girl, they chose to cut off the hatred with their own hands, let the hatred end behind them, and escort the little girl who represents the future forward.

Mr. Bozhukasti, hatred should not be passed on. Since the blood of the Sarkaz has bound your race, cut it off. "

patriot:"……"

This was another betrayal, and the patriots knew it.

But he felt more relaxed than ever before.

"Perhaps, I should move forward again." The Patriot nodded to the Rat King, "Thank you."

"Please don't thank me."

The Rat King shook his head: “I came to persuade you for some selfish reasons.

Huijie is now also caught in the vortex of the Londinium incident, and I need to make the situation chaotic enough.

In this way, if we win this game, it will be of great benefit to Huijie. If we lose, the chaotic situation will make it easier for me to take Huijie away."

"You are a wise man."

"Thanks for the compliment."

"But our leisurely chat may have to be interrupted."

"Well, that kind of aura is the first time I've felt it. Compared to that kind of decayed ancient existence, I feel younger."

……

……

Outside the Rhodes Island ship, Warfarin stepped on the soft yellow sand of the wasteland. Every time she took a step, she shook her feet in disgust, trying to shake the sand out of her shoes.

Kal'tsit stood silently in front of Warfarin, looking at the stable Rhodes Island ship, as if she was making up her mind.

"Kal'tsit, the ship is safe now and anchored normally. Can you take a rest?"

Warfarin came to Kal'tsit, took off her shoes and prepared to completely empty the sand inside.

She stood on one leg, swinging her shoes and asked:

"But judging from your posture, are you going to..."

"Quiet." Kal'tsit said seriously.

Warfarin:?

Before she could figure out the situation, she heard footsteps behind her.

She looked back, her blood almost froze, and the shoes in her hands slipped into the yellow sand, but she didn't care about it. The Sarkaz's instinct made her feel unprecedented oppression.

With her feet wrapped in black silk stockings stepping on the soft yellow sand, Huafalin ignored the burning sensation on the soles of her feet and stared at the ancient being that was approaching her without her noticing.

"hiss--"

A low threatening voice came from Huafalin's throat, and her fangs were slightly bared.

“Put away your fangs. Even the oldest red-eyed demons dare not touch my flesh, fearing that the boiling resentment will corrode the roots of their teeth.”

The Scavenger King glanced at Huafalin and didn't take her seriously.

His eyes fell on Kal'tsit, who had an expressionless face.

"Lord Kal'tsit, long time no see." The Scavenger King's voice was hoarse.

Kelsey asked calmly:

"It has been a long time since I have seen the ancient heroes of the Sarkaz walking on this land. What brought you to this wasteland?"

"Meet someone."

"Bodrocasti."

"I prefer to call him Wendigo."

Kelsey was silent.

She was not so conceited as to have the confidence to invite the Lord of the ancient Sarkaz court to visit Rhodes Island.

Even a pool of blood from the wound of this great lord of the Scavenger Court is enough to pollute the earth and cause the life within sight to wither.

"he came."

The Scavenger King suddenly turned his head and looked in the direction of Rhodes Island.

Kal'tsit and Warfarin also turned their heads to look, and saw a towering figure walking across the yellow sand, approaching here step by step.

The soft yellow sand swallowed up the sound of Wendigo's footsteps, but every step he took seemed to be stepping on other people's hearts, silently, but more oppressive.

"Wendigo, have you chosen the alien demon king?" asked the Scavenger King.

"No."

The Patriot walked up to Kal'tsit and the other two and stopped facing the Scavenger King.

After receiving this answer, the Scavenger King's tone was clearly filled with disappointment and regret:

"That means you have given up on moving forward, giving up everything you have been carrying. You might as well commit an act of betrayal."

"I have shouldered a lot in my life: responsibility, sin, hope..."

The Patriot said slowly: "I have also betrayed everything I have many times...

I did stop, but now I stand before you and I tell you that I, Bodracasti, will march against the Sarkaz."

The King of Scavengers: "..."

The situation was quite different from all the outcomes he had imagined.

"Why?" The Scavenger King demanded an answer.

"I made a new vow."

The Patriot's scarlet eyes closed and his words paused for a moment, but the next second, those eyes opened again.

The last pure-blooded Wendigo once again began to walk on this land, and he will continue to complete his journey in life.

"This time, I will grab his hand and protect him... For this, I can once again betray everything I have, including the blood of the Sarkaz!"