—4E, 201, Last Seed, 28th, 21:00—

"Grandpa Krako! Tell a story! ""Story—"

In the Yuehuasca residential area, Krako Whitemane reluctantly puts down the book in his hand to cope with the fluttering of two little girls.

Since the main members of the comrade-in-arms group were all out on a mission two days ago, "Wild Eagle" Tilma has not been kind to him, after all, she had promised her to stay at least two members of the circle in Xueman in case of emergency, so she threw Ria and Sophie over for her own care, and there was no complaint to tell.

The problem is that he hasn't had the experience of taking care of a child for decades, and Ria usually follows Ella, looking like a teenager and an old man, only to meet a person of the same age (?). The little friend directly changed his personality, at least pestering him to ask for storytelling, which would never have been done before.

"Story, let's continue to tell the history of Snow City." Krako reached for the row of snowman chronicles on the bookshelf next to him, and although Tilma had thrown him many fairy tale books, he couldn't help but question the irrationality of those stories even if he read them: why was Dagon always responsible for any conspiracy? Mara showed up so casually, just to give an ordinary girl a beautiful dress? Could Helsing dress like an old woman? This story was written by those crows and ghost wives.

"Well, well," Ria said as she watched Krako flip through the chronicle and said beside her, "but let's not listen to Olaf's story!" ”

"Uh-huh!" Sophie nodded repeatedly.

As an experienced old man, Krako naturally has a way to tell boring historical stories vividly and interestingly, but the problem is that it is too vivid, the last time he told how Olaf One-Eyed caught Nu Minex through various mechanisms on the trapped dragon platform in the Dragon Palace, Ria listened to it with relish, but Sophie was directly scared and cried, and Krako only realized that she was actually a young dragon.

"Okay, don't talk about it." The old man continued to flip through the books.

If it was the early days of Xueman's establishment, it was natural that the deeds of the one-eyed Olaf and his five hundred heroes fighting against the dragons could not be avoided, and in modern times, the story of how the old friend Barguf established his position in the Skyrim Province must not be heard by the little girl, then, only to tell the history of the comrades-in-arms group itself against the elves, at least none of the two of them have pointed ears.

"You've seen Ella's ears and tail, right?" Krako asked.

"Uh-huh! Sister Ella is a werewolf, and so are the other uncles! You can't tell anyone about it! Ria replied, raising her fingers and making a shushing motion.

"Papa Arthur is not a werewolf!" Sophie retorted.

"Well, that's right." Although there are some problems with the title, Krako naturally does not take the little girl seriously: "What I want to tell today is the story of the first werewolf of the comrades-in-arms, 'Tifig'. ”

In order to prevent the girls from asking other strange questions, the old man took out a transparent light blue bead and held it in the palm of his hand, which instantly attracted their attention.

"This is the legendary weapon once owned by the Brothers-in-Arms, the orb embedded in the battle axe 'Witch Raz'," as Krako's words began, as it began to emit bursts of blue light, forming a virtual image of a double-edged giant axe in the air.

"And he was the pioneer of the comrade-in-arms group at that time, 'Tifige'." The virtual image changed again, and the two-handed giant axe was held in the hand of a tall, brown-haired, blue-eyed Nord man.

This scene is the last memory of Wu Slade, although there is no sound, but the dialogue in it has been fully restored in many times of viewing, analyzing lip shapes, and deducing historical materials, but of course the original words cannot be told to the little girl, because the words of those crows and ghost women are too indecent.

"'Tifig, have you finally decided? Accept our power? The witch asked Tifig, "A female apparition with winged arms and talons appeared in front of Tifig, and Krako tried to lip sync it, though the girls were already drawn to the story.

"'I still have the strength to fight one last time, and I won't put all my hope in you witches'"

"'Hehehe—but you're here anyway, that proves you don't have much faith in that power, doesn't it?' ”

"'If I could solve my own problems, I would never use your powers, witch.'" ”

In just two sentences, Krako had to adjust five or six words on his own, again suspecting that perhaps Helsing's curse was due to the wording of their prayers.

However, this kind of storytelling method with images and only dubbing is quite easy, at least I don't have to describe the environment, the characters' clothing, and the results of the actions, and the girls who listen to the story are still happy.

Eventually, Tifig obtained a vial of "wolf blood" from the Raven Ghost Woman and returned to Yuehuasca to deal with the elven attacks, at that time, there was no such thing as the Lord of Snowman, although the Longxiao Palace had been established, but it was only a commemoration of the capture of the dragon by Olaf and his heroes, and it was the members of Yuehuaska's comrades-in-arms who protected the snowman city that was beginning to take shape.

Although those elves only wanted revenge on their comrades, if they broke through Xueman, they would definitely not let go of the other civilians in the city who were attached to the comrades, and the members of the comrades-in-arms who understood this insisted on keeping the enemy out of the city walls, and never took a step back even if they suffered heavy casualties.

Since the illusion is a memory of Wuslad, only the battle in which Tifig is holding it is projected, but even this can see the fierceness of the battle, and the little girl who was originally discussing the difference between Xue Man in the illusion and the little girl who is now gradually silent.

"'Sgrammer! Please forgive me! Tifig uttered his last words as a human being. ”

On the snow-covered and crumbling city walls, Tifig took out the vial of blood and drank it in the face of the surging number of elven warriors, and at this moment, the originally clear picture instantly blurred, only to see him transform into a huge werewolf, and seemingly casually waved the witch at the elven army for the last time.

A bolt of light swept through the sky, and the illusion vanished, leaving a blurry image of the legendary battle axe in pieces.

There is a deliberately distorted detail in this picture that was deliberately distorted during the external propaganda, that is, Wu Slade was broken because Tifig became a werewolf, not the werewolf power he sought after being broken, he chose to accept the werewolf blood because he did not trust Wu Zlade's power, and Sgramer told him through the facts what kind of power he had given up, which was passed down by word of mouth and buried deep in the hearts of each subsequent generation of pioneers.

Because of this, Krako was determined to take Arthur into his comrades after seeing the sword light he swung, and if the comrades wanted to restore their past glory, hope could only be on him.

As for whether the two little girls can see this-

"Woo woo woo woo ......" "Don't cry, that's fake."

This scene is simply a reproduction of the scene when he told the story of catching dragons in Longxiao Palace, but the crying and comfort were reversed, he really couldn't understand the little girl's thoughts, Krako sighed and prepared to put away the orb.

"Old man~ you don't have to put it away." "Otherwise, we'll have to get it out of your body."

Carelessly, Krako took the two girls behind him with his backhand, and looked at the two "people" standing silently in front of him, their dark yellow eyes had already revealed their identities - high-level vampires with silver hands.

There's no time to get the weapon now, Krako holds the orb in his hand and thinks quickly, he has already received the news that the silver hand is collecting the shards of the witch, although he doesn't know what their ultimate purpose is, but the two guys in front of him are undoubtedly coming for this orb.

The reason why they didn't do it directly was probably that they were not sure that they would be killed with one blow, and at the same time, they didn't have the confidence that they would be able to escape after alarming the other members of the comrades-in-arms and the Xueman guards, and the reason why they deliberately appeared and threatened was that they were ready to use the two girls as a threat to let them hand over the orb on their own initiative.

Thinking of this, Krako relaxed a little, the two assassins may have known about Ria, but it is completely impossible to know what kind of power Sophie has, he turned his head to look at the girl behind him.

"Woo woo woo ......" "Stop crying." Ria was still crying, and Sophie was comforting, and the two Assassins were probably crying in fright, and they became more and more proud.

"Hey! , old thing, even if you turn into a wolf, you can't subdue us in an instant, but we have enough time to put the dagger on the necks of those two little girls, you better think about it. "Honestly throw the orb over, no one will get hurt."

Ha, Krako sneered secretly, is this worried that I will fight to the death to leave any of them behind? It's obviously an undead creature, but it's extremely afraid of death. Although he hasn't transformed for many years, his fighting skills will not be forgotten, and since Ria can't be dangerous with Sufi's protection, let's just strike.

"Old thing, you're looking for death—" Krako's aura changed, and the perceptive assassin naturally understood his choice, so he cursed and rushed at Krako and the two girls respectively.

[Woohoo——! Krako instantly transformed into a huge frost wolf with a snow-white body blocking their raid path, but it didn't stop anyone: "[Huh......? 】”

"Woo woo woo ......" Ria was still crying, but a pair of ears protruded from the top of her head, a fluffy tail dragged under the cloth skirt, and six sharp claws protruded from her hands raised in front of her, and she was ...... Well, it's an assassin who is torn apart, with a look of surprise on his face.

What about the other? The giant frostwolf turned its head.

"I said don't cry, that's a fake - hiccup!" Sophie, who had not changed at all, said to Ria.

Krako fell into a stupor, but got a broom on the head.

"You damn old man! It's made such a mess again! Tima the Wild Eagle knocked Krako, then swept the Assassin's pieces into the large pocket he was carrying with a broomstick: "Pack up and hurry up, Arthur and they're back." ”