There is no way the Liberian girl could lay eggs!

Talina has a deep shadow over this purple dragon girl. It's because the oppressive feeling she gives her is too strong.

That pervasive feeling of oppression easily suppressed her. This was the first time that Talina suffered such a big setback.

You are obviously not a dragon?

Volume 3: Chapter 223: The Harbor of Family

"Abrana? Who is this? Why haven't I heard of her?"

Looking at the two people interacting in a friendly manner, Frost Star suddenly asked a question.

Why does it sound weird?

And this name...is for a girl, right?

For some unknown reason, the warning radar in Frost Star's heart suddenly started to sound.

Although Talina has been well-behaved in the past few months and has not had any contact with other girls beyond friendship, Frost Star still lacks a sense of security.

Having experienced Talina's "skills", she has a deep understanding of Talina's lethality in this regard.

"I met a Draco in Chernobog. He was a bit of a fool. He made a grudge against her there. The Kingslayers knew about this too."

Talina told Talula about Abrana before she could, and worried that Talula might let it slip, she took the initiative to add to the story.

"Draque? Isn't there only one Draque left in the world?"

Hearing the word "race" in Talina's words, Bozhukasti suddenly realized the seriousness of the matter.

A Draco suddenly appeared and started targeting their team led by another Draco. This sharp identity conflict was bound to attract some people's attention.

Even though the guerrillas look very powerful now, this is only a conclusion drawn based on the comparison with those mines. If they really attract official attention, they will not be shattered at the slightest touch, but they will still be chased and beaten.

At most, they could hold out for a few more days under the leadership of General Bozhukas.

"Same as Tallulah?"

After being reminded by Bozhukas, Frost Star began to look into the distance. As it concerned the safety of the team, she had to put aside her little thoughts about Talina.

"No, the other party is a pureblood, not a string of blood, and there are more than one."

Shaking her head, Talina revealed all of Abrana's past, including the existence of Ravshini.

"What kind of skewers?"

Looking up, Talulah looked at Talina blankly.

She always felt like something was wrong, but she couldn't put her finger on it, as if someone had kicked her for no apparent reason while she was sunbathing on the side of the road.

"Nothing. Does it specify how many people are on the other side?"

Moving closer to Tallulah, Talina stood on tiptoe to look at the battle report in her hand, wanting to know something.

But the handwriting on it, which looked like ants crawling around, made Talina dizzy.

There was no way around it. The guerrillas were either poor people from the countryside or illiterate miners. It was already a rare achievement for them to express their ideas clearly on paper. It was completely unrealistic to ask them to write beautifully.

It's like a prescription written by a doctor. No one can understand it except them and the nurse.

Fortunately, after spending so much time with these people, Tallulah had gotten used to their handwriting and could barely understand it.

"About forty people, but the quality of the soldiers on the other side is very poor. It seems that they are just temporary recruits to make up the numbers."

Without dwelling on the nickname "Chuanchuan" that Talina used, Talullah told Talina everything in the battle report.

"Are you becoming unscrupulous because they are no longer your subordinates?"

Listening to the opponent's horrifying fighting method, Talina felt a little creepy.

Is this some kind of suicide attack? A corpse explosion?

Using the lives of his subordinates to fill the gap between the two sides, this tactic of hurting the enemy by 800 and losing 1,000 of his own was probably something that only this special Drake could use.

In Abrana's hands, death is not the end, but the clarion call to attack.

It’s strange, why didn’t I see this dragon girl use this method last time?

Listening to Tallulah's bloody description, Talina suddenly realized that she had never seen this dragon girl use this method last time.

This should be something like a racial talent, right? Just like Tallulah's flames that could burn everything, why not use such a good thing?

Or did the other party have some concerns last time?

"Mr. Patriot, let me take someone to take a look first. We can only know the specific situation after we actually see it."

Pushing Talina aside, Talulah burned the battle report in her hand, picked up the long sword placed aside, and made a gesture to order people to set off.

"Let Yelena be with you. It's an extra person and an extra layer of security."

After calling out to Tallulah, Bozhukas nodded and signaled Froststar to go with Tallulah.

"Well... one more person means more strength."

Seeing Froststar, Tallulah subconsciously prepared to refuse, but then she thought of Draco's strange abilities and his strength that was no less than her own, so she simply agreed to Bodrakast's request.

If the other party appeared and entangled themselves while using that strange ability to control the corpse, then their trip would most likely fail.

Because not everyone can fight fearlessly, but dead people can. The corpses controlled by Abrana are too threatening to the guerrilla fighters. It might be much better if there is Frost Star to assist them.

At least you have one more choice when you are entangled.

"Then I'll leave this to you."

After smiling and nodding at Bozhukas, Tallulah prepared to leave with Froststar.

"Huh? What about me?"

Seeing that the two familiar people had left, Talina subconsciously wanted to chase after them, but as soon as she moved her feet, Frost Star in front of her turned around and pressed her head, stopping her in place and unable to move.

Tallulah, who was in the front, also noticed the situation behind them and turned around and said, "You? Just stay here and don't get involved in any unnecessary things. Listen to Mr. Patriot, okay?"

After saying that, Talulah led a group of people out with Froststar and headed towards the position of the sentinels.

"Really? Can't you just talk it out nicely? Why are you using your hands~"

With her hands behind her back, Talina pouted and kicked the stones on the ground.

She has been under the "tyranny" of Frost Star for a long time and can only complain a few words at times like this.

Looking at Talina who had inexplicably fallen into a state of mumbling, Bozhukasti wisely chose not to speak.

He had no experience in raising children at all, not to mention his own son. He had been fighting for years and had no chance to educate him. Frost Star was too sensible and did not need his involvement in his education.

Suddenly encountering a "problem child" like Talina, he was a little helpless for a while.

Fortunately, Talina recovered from this state not long after falling into it. She squatted alone at Bozhukas's feet, quietly waiting for the return of Talullah and Froststar.

Bozhukasti also stood beside Talina, raised his left hand, pulled up a piece of robe, and created a wall for Talina to shelter her from the wind and rain.

Just like what I once imagined, creating a safe place for my children...

Family.

Volume 3: Chapter 224: Aburana's Guide to Ursus

"Stay here and you can leave after this is over. Otherwise, I can't guarantee what will happen to you!"

The pale yellow sand and gravel flowed in his hands, and Mandela threatened the tall and strong soldiers in front of him.

Although he was much shorter than these strong Ursus men, Mandela's aura completely suppressed these people, forcing them to bow their heads and remain silent, not daring to resist at all.

After reprimanding these unstable elements, Mandela nodded with satisfaction at their humble expressions.

Although these people are a bit drunk, they are surprisingly easy to control, which is in line with the Ukrainian people's characteristic of only obeying the rapist.

No matter how weak her appearance made her seem easy to bully, after experiencing her strength, all these people obeyed her.

The suppression brought by absolute strength was very obvious. Mandela suddenly felt that it would be great if the people in the deep pool were the same.

That way there would be no need to give speeches or anything like that to win people's hearts.

"Everyone has been calmed down. When will we start the next step?"

Arriving at an open space, Mandela asked Abrana who was sitting on a tree stump.

"No rush. We've already engaged their outpost. Once they know of my existence, that half-blood will surely show up. We just have to wait and see."

Wiping the spear in her hand, Abbrana spoke slowly.

Even though she already knew Tallulah's name, she still habitually called Tallulah a half-blood.

This is a small habit of hers. She will give a unique nickname to those opponents she values, and Tallulah is no exception.

As a rival who could rival her, and a Draco at that, nothing could impress her more than the title of "half-blood".

This was the first time Abrana had encountered such a thing: someone stole her things and blamed her.

The victim becomes the defendant.

"Are we going to stay here forever? Do we need to build any defensive fortifications? What if that Sarkaz comes?"

Mandela spoke worriedly, using a rare respectful word, causing Abrana, who was wiping her spear, to look up at her in surprise.

When did this foul-mouthed cat become so polite?

Changed your character?

"He's a Wendigo after all, isn't he? He's the King of the Sarkaz, and he's been fighting in Ursus for hundreds of years. He's even a fraction of my age."

"I heard that his throw can penetrate a ship's armor plate with a single strike. Those are made of D32 alloy! Should we...prepare in advance?"

After seeing Abrana's eyes, Mandela not only did not return to her original nature, but became even more afraid.

After sensing Mandela's uneasiness, Abrana shook her head and put down the spear in her hand. She did not choose to punish Mandela for his behavior of disrupting the morale of the army. Instead, she spoke out to comfort Mandela.

"Don't worry, it's not that dangerous."

As the leader of Mandela, Abrana certainly knew where Mandela's fear came from. After all, the opponent's biggest killer came from a certain ancient bloodline of Sarkaz.

In this case, being afraid of the Wendigo is a sure thing.

"They don't dare to make a big fuss. It's better to say that they just want to keep things quiet."

"After all, there are only two of us. If we get into trouble, the worst that can happen is that we throw someone out to take the blame. But if we want to leave, no one can stay."

"They're different. Their bloated, deformed structure means they can't go anywhere except this snowy plain. If this organization leaves the snowy plain, Ursus will immediately strike and crush them like an ant."

"If you keep an enemy as your own enemy, it will only lead to trouble. That would make you a laughing stock!"

"Do you respect yourself by raising bandits?"

Hearing this unfamiliar idiom, Mandela scratched his head in confusion.

This level of vocabulary is a bit too advanced for her, an illiterate person.

"Ursus is currently in an awkward period. Peace on Terra has lasted too long. For Ursus, which originated from war, it has been too long since it gained nourishment."

"Without a war, the nobles will naturally turn their knives against their political enemies. To ease this internal friction, they need a common enemy."

"A group of infected people, the lowest class of trash in Ursus. What better target could there be than such a soft persimmon?"

"They keep a group of infected people alive, preventing them from starving to death while also making their lives miserable. They periodically request supplies from higher-ups, bring their troops to the tundra to plunder, kill a few infected people, and then, upon returning, they go to the media to report on a great victory!"

"The conflicts among the nobles have been eased, the gears of the empire have been lubricated, and the Ursus people, immersed in their past glory, have gained the concept of 'national strength'. Killing three birds with one stone, why not?"

"As for those unfortunate souls who died, who cares about them? They were just a bunch of 'parasites' of the empire. They're dead, and maybe they'll even complain about them polluting the environment."

"If Ursus discovers that their 'enemy' is growing stronger, they will destroy it without hesitation, so that Wendigo will definitely not dare to move."

"You know, they also used this tactic of conserving their energy when they overthrew Hippogriff a thousand years ago. How could they not be on guard against this?"

Explaining patiently, Abrana told Mandela the whole story.

As the first person to follow her, she still had some patience with Mandela, and if it didn't get in the way, she didn't mind explaining for her.

"Is that so?"

After hearing Abrana's explanation, Mandela suddenly felt relieved.

As long as that Wendigo doesn't show up, she will have no problems and everything will be fine!

"By the way, is it really okay to leave her alone in Victoria?"

Mandela's expression, which had just relaxed, became tense again. When she thought of the person who looked very similar to Abrana, she felt disgusted and didn't even want to say Lavshini's name.

As the elder sister, Abrana is so ambitious, but as her younger sister, she is like that, which makes Mandela look down on Ravshini.

As much as she admired Abrana, she loathed Ravshini.