"Above. ”

Zvado Philippe looked out the window, the ice-covered world was immersed in darkness, howling unpeacefully. The polar night is like the current battle, the darkness called despair engulfs them, and it seems that even the gods in the sky have abandoned them and left them to fend for themselves.

He closed his eyes and took a sip of the steaming coffee in his hand. Whether you open your eyes or close them, it's the same, darkness is darkness. He took a deep breath and felt the wonderful atmosphere, as if he were tasting a fine wine, and the strong taste would make the first-time child smack his tongue until he learned to appreciate it, and then he could be intoxicated.

"Colonel?" the soldier who had finished his debriefing asked tentatively when he saw that he had not responded for a long time.

"Oh," Zvado replied a little later, "you can go, and turn on the lights when you go out." ”

"Yes!"

The light illuminated the room at once, expelling the darkness of the dozen square meters. Zvado's throat was snoring in displeasure, and the corners of his eyes twitched slightly, staring at the wind and snow outside the window. He picked up his teacup, drank the last bit of coffee, and set it on the table.

Unfortunately, there are very few people who know how to appreciate fine wine like him, and people who live in the hollow cities of Antarctica may have long forgotten the taste of the polar night. A huge chandelier hangs from the dome of the hollow city, and its purpose is to emulate the sun and create a paradise in a desperate situation. Yes, those pigs who only sit in front of the camera and talk about their grandeur are the things they guard with their oblivion to life and death. It's a joke, the population of Antarctica is no more than Err, and those who use it as an excuse are just executioners on the battlefield. If we really want to talk about protection, isn't the right way to do it to raise a white flag that makes people lose face?

When did humanity start to be distorted? How could he possibly know the answer?

Zvado sneered to himself, when one pulls the trigger on another, where will remember the reason for their war. It happens, so they're going to end it, end it in their own best interest, that's the simple truth.

He pulled out his chair and sat back down at the table, a chess game facing him, the pieces on the board were strangely distributed, and they had long since been arranged according to the rules they should have. Zvado stretched out his hand and hung it above the chessboard, thinking intently.

Black's soldiers were all cleared, and the carts and horses surrounded the elephant on the edge of White's territory, eyeing the other elephant behind him. Zvado grabbed the encircled elephant and replaced it with a black pawn. They lost a city first, and there was still a mousetrap left in front of the gate that had not been triggered.

Reflecting on the soldier's report, he picked up the queen on the white side from the table and placed it next to the king on the black side.

Later, in the hands of manpower, this was really unplanned, but it was not expected. It's a little tricky, bastard.

He lined up the white soldiers again, and pulled up a line on the white camp, which was a solid line of defense for them.

At the last step, a cart and two horses moved forward, hesitated for a moment, and placed them in front of the line that the soldiers had pulled up. It wasn't time yet, Zvado thought, but he couldn't wait, he could see the best of the sights just by imagining.

The corners of his mouth lifted slightly, and his body began to twitch, gradually turning into a laugh.

That's right, even in the darkness of the polar night, they still have starlight, and if the stars also lose their light, then let them create their own starlight.

Mondstadt walked briskly through the porch and through the halls of the "swaddling" humanoid formation center, which had already been overcrowded, and after a few days, the agitated crowd had not yet dispersed, mostly the injured figures and their families, waiting for the wounded to heal. He understood their mood very well, because he was also restless at the moment, worried that the mood of others would definitely not lose to anyone here.

The emergency backup command center had been unlocked, and Mondstadt rushed inside, despite the guards at the gate. He walked among the hurried figures, looking up and scanning the bright door plates, looking for the only piece that worked.

"Mondstadt, Mondstadt!"

"Junoan, don't you have to command the humanoids, and do you have time to take care of me?" said Mondstadt, his words full of gunpowder.

"I can't keep myself busy, so I hope you don't make a mess," Junoan shrugged, "I don't mean to stop you, just to remind you that you'd better wait for them in that more secluded room inside, and they'll be there right away." ”

That's good, the goal has changed.

"Thank you. Mondstadt grimly left a sentence and continued briskly towards his new goal.

Mondstadt frowned in the unprompted room, breathing heavily. In the final analysis, the responsibility for the result that led to Jeffrey being taken away by Luo Lian is all his, and his current attitude is very inappropriate. However, there was no time to adjust his mood now, so he had to bite the bullet.

The light came through the crack in the door, and Mondstadt reached for the doorknob and pushed it open. The slightly dim light spread on his face, and his tense expression was more clearly revealed.

Absence......

"Oh~ Captain Mondstadt, don't come unharmed, don't come unharmed. The voice of the artificial intelligence echoed through the room.

Mondstadt didn't want to pay attention to him, he may have great powers, but he had little decision.

"Where's Patrick?"

"The host came right away. The petite figure sat in a chair with a rifle in his arms, and the canine ears on the top of his head twitched twice.

"We've all received reports, Mondstadt," he said with a maniacal grin, as if mocking him, "why did Jevti end up in Rolian? Oh, Siberia, it's so remote." ”

"Well, it's easy to talk when you know......" said Mondstadt, "Siberia, have you even found out where she is?!"

"Of course, we have the means......"

"Shut up, madness," Mondstadt heard the man's voice as the door opened, "Don't talk nonsense when you shouldn't be saying, who knows if anyone else is listening." ”

"Did you make a fool of me?"

Patrick ignored him, clasping his hands around his chest.

"There's only one reason you're here, Mondstadt," he said coldly, "but I'll tell you first, Noyeru was so anxious to put the knife around my neck when she heard the news, so I let her go back to rest." ”

"Rest? What do you mean? Didn't you find out that you were in Siberia?"

"Yes, but we're not going now, Mondstadt. ”

Mondstadt couldn't believe what he had heard, his shocked expression contorting into anger.

"Why?," he yelled, "you pulled her out of Luo Lian's hands, why are you ignoring her now!"

"We have our plan. Patrick said.

"Isn't it an unplanned accident now? Luo Lian has got her! Their research on the ruins is about to go on in full swing!"

"Unfortunately, this did not affect the plan. ”

Mondstadt's eyes widened, he didn't think that the indifference of the man in front of him would hurt them one day, he felt his stomach twitch, but he knew he had no chance of winning, so he had to endure it desperately.

"In the end...... Could it be that your plan was to abandon her? Did you plan to abandon her in the first place?"

Patrick's eyes seemed to change, and a helpless sigh came out of his mouth.

"No, there is no doubt that Jeffetti is a crucial turning point. Will you trust me, Mondstadt?"

"How can I believe you with your answer!" Mondstadt clenched his fists, the back of his hand protruding from the back of his hand.

"Yes......"

Patrick turned to go out, and then turned his head to look at him sideways, his left eye glowing slightly in the shadow of the hood.

"I'm sorry, it doesn't matter if you believe it or not, but I still hope you can be honest, or we'll have to force it. Goodbye, Mondstadt. ”