Man on the ark, forced to become king

"..."

For some reason, Chen suddenly felt a chill down his spine, as if something bad was about to happen.

Chapter 120 Sheep and Shepherd Dogs

"You mean, the Golden Tree's team passed by here and saved your life?"

After listening to Talulah's account, Yelena's eyes flickered. If her face hadn't been unable to make any expression, she would definitely have been frowning.

"Don't you think there's something fishy about such a coincidence?"

Judging from the fact that the powerful figure killed the Ursus guard without hesitation last time, even if the Golden Tree and the Ursus government are not on opposing sides, they are certainly not in a cooperative relationship. Yelena understands this simple truth.

How could an organization that is at least semi-hostile to Ursus send elite squads to act recklessly within Ursus territory?

Ursus is not so incompetent as to be considered incapable. No matter how corrupt the upper echelons are, the army group's combat effectiveness has never diminished.

According to Talulah, that squad consisted of only four or five people, yet they could easily destroy a regular army battalion. It was such a coincidence that such elite troops with this level of combat capability would appear on the desolate ice plains and save Talulah just when she was in mortal danger.

No matter how you look at it, it's all too much of a coincidence.

She had experienced and witnessed much darkness hidden beneath the ice and snow, and could not be as 'kind' as Talulah.

In fact, Talulah's kindness has reached an unreasonable and even twisted level. She always thinks of people in the best possible light, but ignores the true nature of the world, which is incorrect.

In Yelena's eyes, the world is gray and full of malice. She never hesitates to assume the worst about everything that happens around her and never easily trusts others.

Because she knew that this land could not tolerate kindness.

Coincidence is the same.

Experience told her that what seemed like a coincidence was more likely a pre-arranged scheme.

This principle also applies to the golden tree.

"Problems? Of course there are problems, but we have no choice, do we?"

Talulah shook her head slightly and sighed almost imperceptibly.

Miracles are not cheap things.

She tends to think from a benevolent perspective, but that doesn't mean she's a fool who can't see anything.

Just passing by? Or just happened to be there?

That reason is far too far-fetched; it's not that it's impossible, but that the probability is too small.

It's probably... surveillance.

The strong man drove them like a shepherd tending his lambs.

He needs Reunion to attack Chernobog in order to achieve his goal.

So, the current integration movement is valuable. To be precise, she and Yelena are valuable because Chen and Patriot are the bait specifically designed for them, giving them a reason that is convincing enough to convince themselves.

The chosen lamb cannot die easily before the goal is achieved.

The purpose of sheepdogs is to guard the flock.

That small team was probably responsible for watching their shepherd dogs, eliminating any accidents, and ensuring everything went according to plan.

Talulah knew all of this, and if she didn't, she could figure it out if she thought about it carefully.

But what's the use of knowing?

Just as she said, in the face of such a powerful person, they had no choice. If they wanted to survive, and if they wanted everyone to survive, they had to act according to that person's will.

Therefore, the existence of herding dogs becomes irrelevant.

Whether it's a genuine coincidence or deliberate protection doesn't matter. If others are willing to explain, then they have to listen, whether they believe it or not, even if they know it's false, they have to listen as if it's true.

"..."

Upon hearing this, Yelena fell silent.

She found that Talulah made a lot of sense; they had no choice, and it was pointless to dwell on whether the matter was true or false.

“Chernoborg…”

As she murmured the name, the white rabbit's hand, hidden inside her cloak, clenched quietly.

The feeling of having your fate predetermined is absolutely awful.

The Reunion Movement is like a group of marionettes, held up by invisible strings, performing a pre-prepared script on a predetermined stage.

The meaning of life, all beliefs, seem like a joke.

"Live on."

Talulah only said four words before continuing on her way in silence.

These four simple words, spoken at this moment, carry the weight of a mountain.

But this is the only thing they can control.

As Yelena heard this, the temperature around her seemed to drop even lower.

Yes, only by surviving can we have the chance to break free from the 'threads' binding us.

She forced herself not to explore further, lest she be noticed by the 'shepherd' lurking in the shadows.

Ahead, scattered figures could already be seen.

This timeframe wasn't long enough for the Reunion Movement to relocate far, and the heavily armored Shield Guards weren't combat units capable of rapid movement.

Following the marks left by the Yetis in the village, Yelena quickly caught up with the retreating main force with Talulah.

"Miss!"

The yeti, responsible for observing the rear and clearing away the trail of the procession, sensed a familiar magical fluctuation and spotted Yelena approaching from a distance, quickly heading over to meet her.

"Big Bear?"

Yelena dispersed the snow and ice surrounding her, slowing her down.

"Big sister, you...you...you're so kind!"

“We’re fine. The Ursus army won’t catch up anymore, but the relocation still needs to go on. The village outposts are no longer safe. We need a more remote and secluded place.”

The annihilation of an army of three hundred men in the snowfield was bound to elicit a reaction from the Ursus military; no one knew what those men would do next.

Therefore, they had to leave that village and hide deeper into the snowfield.

"But sister, our situation..."

The Yeti hesitated, looking somewhat embarrassed.

If possible, he would like to take the team to a safe place, but where in the snowfield is there such a place?

Moreover, their supplies wouldn't last long. Even if they hid in the relatively safe "deep places," they would starve to death there without food and supplies.

"..."

Yelena fell silent. She opened her mouth, looked at the indistinct lines ahead, but couldn't utter a single word.

"I'll think of something, Yelena."

Suddenly, a long-lost warmth spread to Yelena's cold palms.

Draco's flames were unaffected by the cold; it was Talulah who held her hand.

"There will be a way."

As the red dragon girl spoke, she looked out at the vast snowfield in the distance. The snowfield at dawn was covered with a layer of shadow, as if many strange shadows were baring their fangs and claws at the horizon, much like the audience sitting around the stage.

And they are the puppets on the stage.

Were the guard dogs among them?

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W was unaware that she had been treated as a herding dog for her master. She only felt that this godforsaken place was rather cold and dry, even worse than the desert of Kazdel.

"After staying in Syracuse for a while, even I became a bit lax."

As W gently exhaled and watched the swirling mist rise and churn in the air, he suddenly felt an urge to laugh.

That's really not right.

When will she start to care about the quality of the environment? A truly sharp blade can cut down anytime.

As expected, I've become lazy again.

In addition-

"—Remule, don't touch my backpack. To be precise, don't try to touch anything that a Sarkaz mercenary carries."

With practiced ease, W reached behind her and grabbed the furtive Sarkaz girl by the scruff of her neck. Turning around, W gave her a helpless scolding.

Of course, W knew that verbal reprimands were useless, but she had no other choice. She couldn't exactly blow the brat into the sky with a bomb, could she?

Tsk, if it really explodes into the sky, this guy might get really excited.

"W, how about I borrow a bomb to study? I want the smallest one."

The red-haired Sakta pleaded pitifully, but W had already seen through her scheme and, without hesitation, pressed his hand against her face and pushed her away forcefully.