Chapter 610 Leaving Three

Late on the night of the third day, when Persephine returned to Leeds in her classic car again, Oberen and Elena had already left, which made her breath of relief. But soon, as sensitive as she found that the people in the town looked at her strange eyes. The next day, the old man in the bar found her. After some conversation, Persephine knew the root of the strange attitude of the people in the town.

It turned out that they no longer welcomed her.

The method Oberen used was very simple. He just told the people in the town that Persephine was the person whom Speaker Bebraz was determined to win. As long as he knew that she was here, the Speaker's army would come sooner or later, and anything that stood in front of the Speaker's army would be crushed to ashes. The Speaker's army would never be polite to the residents of Leeds who had taken in and lived with her. Therefore, Persephine became a disaster that would bring destruction to the town.

No one remembers that if Persephine had not been, Leeds would have been captured by an armed mob a month ago. No one remembers that most of the weapons they were in their hands were brought back from the wilderness and sold to them at a very low price. Perhaps some people remember these, such as the old man in the bar, but compared with the people in the whole town, they only account for a small part and do not represent and influence the will of others. Everyone likes Persephine, but liking does not mean that they are willing to fight for her or die.

After a night of contemplation, the only guilt that the townspeople have settled down, and they become more able to think from a rational perspective. Persephine stayed, and they were doomed to perish. When she left, they might survive the mercy of the speaker. There was no hope or a glimmer of hope. It was such a simple multiple-choice question, and most people chose their own answers.

Persephine didn't blame them. In the face of the real threat of death, few people would not consider themselves. So after knowing the whole story, Persephine packed up her short luggage and threw it into the back of the classic car, preparing to leave here at dawn the next day.

As for where to go, she hadn't thought about it yet, and she didn't want to think about it. There was no difference anywhere anyway.

However, it was not just Passephine on the master's pickup, but Rudick and his two brothers were added.

When Persephine decided to leave, Rudick also packed up the simple things and wanted to go with her. Looking at the strong man who kept scratching his head, Persephine said at the time: "I have men and children."

Rudick thought for a while and said, "But I have to work for you for a while."

So there were three more people on the pickup truck.

The smoke and dust rolled up by the classic car went all the way. At the top of the hill where Rudendolf was staying, Oberen put down his telescope and stood silently. After a while, Elena appeared silently beside him. She was in the town just now, watching Persephine leave.

"That guy named Rudick is quite courageous," said Oberen.

Elena said coldly: "Courage and stupidity are only a line. Can he intervene in this level of battle?"

Oberen sighed softly and said, "The priest said that without courage, miracles will lose the foundation."

"Can you take what that guy who has no ability to say seriously? Look at this world. If there is really a god, then God will definitely be blind." Elena sarcastically without mercy.

Oberen shook his head and said, "The priest has no power, but it does not mean he has no wisdom. In fact, if you put aside the cloak of religion, I think he is one of the few wise men I have ever seen who can see the essence of this world."

"How can you have wisdom without ability? The brain efficiency of a capable person is several times or even dozens or hundreds of times that of an ordinary person!"

“Intellect does not equal wisdom.”

While arguing, they left the hills. Oberen and Elena were no longer as rigid and single as they began to be. In Elena's words, they began to have real communication in addition to regular mating. Oberen was very knowledgeable and dabbled in art and religion. In this era, these were very rare disciplines. Elena often looked at things from the other extreme, sometimes overly realistic, cold and utilitarian. But it is undeniable that serious discussions from different angles inspired the two people's ideas and gained a deeper understanding. What's more realistic is that both of the abilities of the spell-like domain have completely different styles. Elena is more obsessed with violent energy, while Oberen likes to control in detail. The continuous collision of the two paths allows them to go further on the spell-like path.

The relationship between them changed quietly but quickly, and life and death were indeed the best furnace, and countless battles side by side gradually melted the two people closer. This is one of the reasons why Passephenie did not feel any hostility in Elena when she met again.

Perhaps the only crack is Elena's persistence in perfect offspring. Until now, no offspring has been produced that can satisfy her. With her extraordinary powerful ability, even if she is just a small fertilized egg, it can be detected whether there is a possibility of giving birth to a perfect human being beyond everything.

Elena will destroy any imperfect offspring without mercy. Although she doesn't know what a perfect creature should look like in her heart, it is enough to have the ability to find something that is not perfect.

Oberen and Elena hurried back to the north. Without them, the front line of the Arthur family would be in danger. The powerful abilities are the core and soul of an army. Now the attack of the Scorpion of Disaster is indeed crazy. There are even a large number of trained soldiers carrying fierce explosives and rushing into the front line in a suicide posture, then detonating the explosives, and dying with the enemies guarding the positions.

Fighting with the army with training is a headache for any commander.

The root cause of the headache for the entire Arthur family, the temporary brain and creator of the Scorpion of Disaster, Marshal Diast now has his own troubles. The self-proclaimed title of Marshal cannot give him even temporary satisfaction. At this moment, he is sitting in a wheeled armored personnel carrier, galloping towards the western line at the highest speed. The armored vehicle has long been converted into a command vehicle, stuffed with instruments such as intelligence, communication and battlefield analysis, and also ensuring survival and athletic ability. Therefore, he has to sacrifice in space and comfort. After adding the title of Marshal to himself, Diast's weight has also risen sharply, increasing by dozens of kilograms. His wide and fat body feels very crowded in the command vehicle, and it is even more impossible to stuff those who like to train female adjutants very much.
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