Ada shook her head and stared at Kaslan with her eyes, as if to find the answer.

She doesn't understand.

Kaslan didn't keep her waiting long.

"Many years ago..." The white-haired old man spoke slowly, answering Ada's doubts.

"I killed Xila Anlei at Outpost 38, but he hit me in the left chest with a fist," Kaslan stroked his left chest and looked at the scimitar beside him with complicated eyes.

, looked at the soul-killing gun again, and sighed: "I don't know how many ribs were broken... I was already wailing and waiting to die."

Ada's expression changed.

"At that time, there was a crazy military doctor named Ramon and a dwarf craftsman with a particularly long name..."

"With a little luck, some tricks, and some ideas of genius or madman, they snatched me back from the hands of the prison river ferryman." Kaslan smiled bitterly and knocked on his chest.

Dang! Dang!

A strange sound came from his chest, and it didn't even sound like human tissue.

This sound...

Ada was stunned, and her eyes slowly opened wide.

Kaslan sighed and told the truth: "Those two guys replaced it with special metal and straightened my poor ribs... God, that kind of severe pain tortured me for a whole year."

There was silence between the two for a while.

It wasn't until Ada recovered her long-forgotten breath after being shocked.

I could see the surprise on the elf's face, and her pupils slowly narrowed: "Metal...ribs? How to do it?"

impossible.

The fragile human body cannot withstand whether it is controlling bleeding or dealing with broken bones...

Kaslan took a painful breath, and his lungs were like a broken bellows, emitting terrible wind sounds.

"I don't know... cough cough..." Kaslan coughed violently and spit out a mouthful of blood: "I heard from the crazy military doctor that they used some forbidden and forbidden methods..."

"Anyway, after that, they were taken away by the people in the darkroom and disappeared without a trace."

Ada closed her eyes and frowned hard.

"So," she shook her head regretfully in a cold sweat: "My knife clearly cut into your chest, but it got stuck in the metal."

"That's why I couldn't kill you just now."

Kaslan laughed sadly:

"Yes."

"If you change to a narrower dagger or dagger, you only need to pierce the blood vessel and I will die."

"But you are using a machete with such an exaggerated arc." The old man shook his head, his eyes full of subtle emotions.

Ada didn't speak. Lying on the ground unable to move, she just exhaled helplessly.

"Because of that 'accident', my lungs were seriously injured, and my breathing is still tortured to this day - I don't know how long I can live," Kaslan breathed in pain and coughed up blood droplets: "Another injection

After a few minutes, I couldn’t hold on any longer.”

Ada's expression changed again, and her mouth opened into an "O" shape.

"What?" She endured the severe pain, straightened up desperately, and stared exaggeratedly, "I should have known..."

Kaslan gave her a wry smile and nodded.

Ada seemed to have no consciousness of being a loser. She exhaled regretfully and fell back to the ground with a "pop", her expression aggrieved.

he.

mom.

of.

If I had known earlier, I would have kept putting it off.

Why go all out?

"And your superpowers really opened my eyes." Kaslan patted his chest, coughed and then sneered: "Fortunately, when we just met, I didn't think about this past event, otherwise you would definitely

Be prepared…”

Ada had a look of despair on her face and shook her head unconsciously.

"You are also very smart, little brat," she said listlessly: "You only have these two thoughts of 'survive' and 'kill him' in your mind, and then leave everything to your own instinct...let me

'Consciousness' can't read anything."

Kaslan's smile froze.

He lowered his head, his white hair flowing behind his head.

"That's not smart." He said calmly, his eyes dim and his tone low.

"On the most cruel battlefield," Kaslan closed his eyes and said slowly, "you will only have these two thoughts."

Ada raised an eyebrow.

"Really?" The elf seemed to be looking for something to ignore the severe pain in her shoulder. She puffed up one cheek, exhaled from the corner of her mouth in boredom, and then said silently: "Although she is not very old, she is only six years old.

You are more than ten years old, but...it seems that you have a lot of battlefield experience."

"battlefield?"

This time, Kaslan’s voice was firm: “That’s hell.”

"It's a boundless hell that turns normal people into monsters."

"There are only two kinds of people there."

"Dead people, and people who are dying."

Ada on the ground rolled her eyes.

"Thank you, even though I don't remember clearly," Kaslan seemed to have improved a lot, and he said in a low voice: "But, the feeling just now... was like going back to those hells, facing four or five different people in an instant

And a formidable opponent.”

"Forcing all my potential out again."

Ada snorted softly.

Four or five opponents?

He even felt these things.

Ada looked at the sky and asked feebly: "The sea is in turmoil, isn't it?"

Kaslan's eyebrows moved, seeming a little surprised.

"You discovered it," a few seconds later, the old man smiled slightly: "I always thought that my finishing power was very hidden - when I was serving, everyone thought it was the melting of glaciers."

Ada nodded lifelessly: "The Raging Sea, a rare power of termination, only increases strength and speed very little, but it can give you superb instinctive reactions to deal with all changes in an instant."

"Just like the sea," Kaslan affirmed with a sigh: "No matter how terrifying the waves are, the sea remains the same and will not waver for thousands of years."

Ada shrugged, but this action caused a heavy injury to her right shoulder, causing her to grin again.

"Although there are some differences, that kid Keira also has the same finishing power," Ada gasped and gritted his teeth: "I only remembered it when you swept that shot."

Kaslan's expression changed again.

"Prince Keira?" Kaslan's tone was filled with excitement: "It's a great honor to be compared with the legendary 'Wolf Enemy'."

But Ada just had a drooped face, lying on the ground shaking her head like a child who refused to admit defeat.

"Damn it, if I hadn't recognized it, I wouldn't have decided to risk that stabbing," she stopped shaking her head, with a pitiful expression, and said sadly: "Exchange your life with your injuries, and break the situation with death -

—This is the best way to face Keira and the raging sea."

Kaslan smiled slightly and nodded slowly.

"Sure enough, the holy elves who started their careers by fighting and killing are different from the conservative white elves. Even if you give up your powers, you are still a terrible warrior." Kaslan glanced at Ada and sighed: "

After all, you are not that group of guys who only know how to shoot arrows."

"I'll accept your compliment, little brat." Ada exhaled boredly.

The two were silent for a few seconds.

"And you actually know the 'Wolf Enemy' from a hundred years ago... The so-called immortals, with hundreds of thousands of years of experience, are indeed no joke," Kaslan said slowly: "Instructor Ada, may I ask your age?

?”

"Age?" Ada's eyes widened and she rolled around: "Wait a minute, let me convert it..."

At that moment, Ada's eyes suddenly became profound.

"Age." She said calmly.

"I was born in the ninth century after the Dragon Slaying War, the fourth century after the Survival War, and on the eve of the withering of the Immortal Tree." Ada's tone became very low, but she had a sense of stability.
To be continued...