It must be admitted that this gave the team some breathing room.
Now they are still trapped underground, with no hope in sight—perhaps they will never be able to return to civilization until they die. Frick's power and prestige were enough to get most people to fight alongside him at the beginning, but when the situation stabilized... when everyone realized the gap in strength between the enemy and us, and was convinced that there was no chance of escape, he could no longer command them as he did at the beginning.
The Flintstone Knights were human, too.
Faced with an impossible goal, they don't want to waste their efforts.
"That's human nature."
When he walked into the tent carrying the water bag, Wei Lunsel, who was lying inside, suddenly said to him.
"Just like a relationship is incomplete without sex, a person is also incomplete if you only look at his civilized appearance."
"You're not dead yet." Frick's mouth twitched, "Don't bother me, I don't want to hear your weird words."
I have to say that this old guy is really lucky.
He had so many broken bones, most of which had the risk of piercing his internal organs, but he managed to survive in the end. As long as he can rest, he will not be in danger.
But people...if they keep lying there motionless, they will become more and more manic. Wei Lunsel, who claims to be a high-level intellectual, certainly disdains to do certain things, but this does not mean that he can overcome that kind of restless desire, and his channel for venting is talking.
If there weren't so few tents and he had no choice, Frick would have slept outside rather than come in and face this man.
"There's no one else here, why are you shy?" Wei Lunsel didn't let him go, and continued: "I'm not making a dirty joke with you, this is a very realistic question - do you know about the shipwreck?"
"I know..." Frick resigned himself to finding a place to lie down and covering his face with his hands. "I've experienced it myself..."
The super storm accompanied by a sea tornado threw him directly into the disaster area of the Crystal Sea.
Frick felt that surviving such a disaster was the luckiest thing in his life, so after he came back he became afraid of water and never wanted to ride on a boat again in his life.
"I don't mean an ordinary shipwreck..."
"This is no ordinary shipwreck, thank you."
"We are talking about human nature." Willensel frowned. "If you have studied the survivors of those shipwrecks, you will find that... when they are drifting on the sea and are forced to face everything as a few people or even as individuals, the spirit and appearance they show, and the choices they make under various circumstances... are actually different from what they show in the civilized world. They are two different appearances."
"Do you mean drinking urine when there is not enough water or killing your companions and eating their flesh?" Frick shook his head. "Don't say weird things now - just say nonsense."
Can the choices you make when facing life and death be the same as the choices you make when you have enough food and clothing?
You can say that even if they have a hundred reasons, they are still wrong, and that is your freedom, but you have to use "two faces" to criticize something... Frick thinks Weilencel is really sick.
"Ahem! Ahem!... I'm not criticizing anyone." The old man coughed a few times and said with a glare, "I just want to say... we are no different from those people."
Frick lay there motionless.
After a while he turned over and said, "...what do you mean?"
“Environment—the victims at sea are trapped in the sea, and we are trapped underground in the plains. Although one is on water and the other is on land, we are both far away from the civilized world and are once again surrounded by nature in another identity.”
"What kind of identity?"
"Animals," Weilencel said simply, "Animals, wild beasts... The more we are in this kind of environment, the more we can let go. We can abandon shame, morality, bottom line... all the human characteristics you can imagine."
Frick understood now: this man was actually trying to comfort him in a roundabout way, saying that his companions had turned into beasts in such an environment, and asked him not to worry too much about it.
"Do all you teachers like to talk like this?" Frick wanted to laugh.
But he couldn't laugh because he found that what he said made a lot of sense.
"I can understand them." He sat up and counted on his fingers. "Everyone used to have a good relationship, and this kind of relationship can only exist in the society we are familiar with..."
Now they are stranded in the wilderness, with no laws, no constraints, and almost no way to escape. The best fate left for them is to live here until they die of old age.
Can this relationship still be maintained?
Will it still be stable?
Frick could imagine that the reason the team had not collapsed yet was entirely because most of them were Flint Knights.
Their loyalty to their beliefs is far stronger than that of ordinary people, so they can still hold on to their bottom line.
If it were an ordinary person, they would probably be fighting among themselves by now.
So he didn't blame them.
He felt much better thinking of this.
To put it bluntly, the so-called promise was just his wishful thinking. If there was really hope, Kangana Flick would not hesitate to convince everyone, and he would rush to the front and be willing to bleed and sacrifice.
But there is no hope...
It had been so long, and Hitzfeld's chance of survival was not much higher than their chance of returning. He had no reason and no right to persuade others to die with him.
But after feeling relieved, another emotion called "confusion" enveloped him again.
That's right, there is water here, there are bugs that can be roasted and eaten, and those ugly monsters are too lazy to clean them up. If you don't consider nutritional balance and illness, it's not a bad idea to live here for a long time.
But is that it?
Just keep waiting and wasting time like this. To put it nicely, it's waiting for a miracle to happen, but to put it bluntly, it's wasting your life.
Frick was experienced, and he knew very well that if this kind of situation continued for a few more days, most of the soldiers would simply lie down due to gastrointestinal diseases caused by the single food supply and the scarcity of vitamins and medicines.
Then there is even less hope, and it becomes a complete wait for death.
So that's the contradiction.
He didn't want to wait for death, and wanted to find a way out while everyone still had strength. But he couldn't find an excuse to convince them.
Now that he thinks about it, rescuing Hitzfeld and the others might not necessarily be his way of keeping his promise, but just an excuse that best suits his ideas.
"Knight Frick."
Wei Lunsel couldn't stand silence, so he changed the subject: "As a rare golden knight, don't you have any secret technique to contact Weng Sein and call for reinforcements for us?"
"There is no such thing!"
Frick said unhappily.
"Read less novels!"
In fact, there are.
After scolding the old man, he looked down at the palm of his left hand.
Blood magic.
Carlo's flesh and skin had been transplanted here, and he had used this method to communicate with Carlo on Brays Island.
However, this is not human's own biotechnology after all. It comes from the Woodmen, and the modified version has a natural defect - over time, the opponent's flesh and blood will be assimilated by itself.
Frick is of the gold level and is the stronger party in this interaction. Carlo's flesh and skin have been almost assimilated by him, which makes it impossible for him to use his secret skills at all.
If he uses the secret technique forcibly, he can only tear off the skin on his palm, which is basically his own skin now. If he cannot use the secret technique, it will be difficult to heal, and his left hand will be useless.
The only hope is that Carlo will contact him.
But that stupid guy never contacted me once in such a long time since he came to Unserin, and I didn’t notify him about going to the clay court this time... Anyway, Flick didn’t hold out any hope.
"Kangana." Smail suddenly came into the tent. "What are you thinking about?"
"Nothing." Frick raised his hand weakly, "Take a break. I'll take over the patrol later."
"You don't need to patrol anymore."
"Ah... so you've lost your ambition too."
"I mean, Hitzfeld just delivered intelligence from the city." Smail smiled at him.
“I don’t know how she did it though…”
"But you don't have to patrol anymore."
Chapter 91: The Lord to whom all things turn
After the so-called pre-war meeting, when Frick put on the pieced-together power armor again with the help of Smail, he had not yet recovered from that state.
He wasn't unhappy, nor was he opposed.
It was not until this moment that he realized that people like Aisuen Hitzfeld and Shasha Imaar had already been regarded as friends in his heart.
And Mapus Darent, that stupid wooden guy, they are all still alive...oh...this feeling...I should just be too happy...
When he regained consciousness, Frick found himself leaning against the back of an unusually thick stone pillar. Next to him was Smail, who was carefully measuring the time with the only two pocket watches in the team that could be compared with each other to determine the accuracy.
"Where's Hart?" Frick asked him.
He could not ignore anyone in terms of fighting skills, but he could not ignore that guy. The previous battle was mostly a test for him to wear this armor, but this action was no less than a gamble of life. He was very surprised that he was the one wearing the armor.
"Hart's injury hasn't healed yet, so it's not appropriate for him to carry such a heavy load." Smail glanced at him and said, "You two are both wearing armor, so don't let your imagination run wild, or I'll be rude to you."
This bastard clearly guessed that I was going to ask him why he wasn't wearing it, but he pushed it back in this way.
Frick pouted.
His childhood experiences made him smooth by nature, and because he started from such a low level, he had to be tactful and not offend anyone in order to move forward steadily.
He felt uncomfortable for a long time after arriving in Onsin, because even people of high status like Smail were much more direct in their actions and words than he was.
This operating mechanism is implicitly denying his philosophy of survival - telling him that all this is meaningless.
There was a time when he was very disgusted, but he doesn't think so now.
"When do we act?" He stared at Smail's rigid face.
"It's hard to say." Smail shook his head. "It's 4 . now... There's no sunlight underground to determine the time. I don't know how those primitive people keep track of the time. We have to see when they start the resurrection ceremony."
"What is she looking for to send the message?"
"A creeper... I don't know him, they all look the same... That thing didn't leave any other messages, but I guess it's a branch of them - remember? When we were at the camp, they just warned us..."
"There are disagreements among the Creepers? Do you mean some people will volunteer to help?" Frick thought for a moment, "How many people can they have?"
"Not many. Don't think about it." Smail shook his head again. "If they are big enough, those who find the camp will not be chased by monsters at all."
There was a pause, and then both of them were silent for a while.
"She said we'll face the evil god?" Frick broke the silence again.
When he mentioned the 'evil god', he couldn't help but put more force on the handle of the hammer.
"'The corpse of the Seven-Eyed Evil God rose from the ground and turned into a tumor hanging in the air'..." Smail nodded this time, "That thing said exactly that."
"Is that the thing..." Frick stared at the fascia high above his head.
Although it is an extremely empty and monotonous scene, because the light source is flickering regularly, the red light is also cycling from strong to weak on the retina.
"I hope not." Smail grinned, "But if it is, it's not bad either. This way, when I go back, I can describe to Walker how I fell down with the evil god's body pressed down on me. Hehehehe..."
The two looked at each other and laughed, and then they couldn't find any other topics to talk about.
Time passes slowly while we are waiting. It seems to become a naughty child, always stopping and going back and forth here, totally ignoring the urging in people's hearts.
Frick had fallen asleep in his armor halfway through, but a sudden shaking woke him up: "Wake up Kangana! They're coming out!"
Suddenly awakened, Frick turned his head to look in the direction of the ancient city, and witnessed a group of dark worm knights rushing out of the main gate and gathering together with the creepers in the camp outside the city.
"What's the time now?"
"A little after half past five." Smail stared at the distant scenery. "I originally calculated it to be twelve noon... Most traditional ceremonies are best performed at that time, but they are a degenerate subspecies, so it's not surprising that they don't care about this..."
"Smyr."
"what?"
"That plan..."
"Ok?"
"The plan that Hitzfeld brought you... we should be able to complete the first half. We can rush in desperately."
"But for the second half, have you ever thought about how to rush out?"
As he spoke, Frick kept his eyes on the camp outside the city.
The worm knights that appeared at the beginning were just appetizers. As time went on, more and more creepers rushed out of the ancient city and gathered outside the city.
But this is not the most disturbing and terrifying thing.
It was the sea of darkness that was spreading from all directions.
"There are... so many..."
A few hours ago, Hitzfeld thought she had prepared herself mentally for what was going to happen the next day. But when the scene actually unfolded before her eyes, she found that she was still a little less able to bear it.
