Arknights: Iron-Blooded Savior

The second knock on Rankopel was Lilith's door.

Lilith is the youngest member of the Iron Guard and is a film.

His source stone skill is anesthesia, but not only does it require a long time to charge when released, but it also consumes a lot, not only that, her age dooms her physical attributes to still develop, and it is also not suitable for going to Chernoberg.

Such a person may be a good choice for becoming an anesthesiologist later on.

"Ah, leader, you... Here you are. Lilith

opened the door and was very happy to see Rankopel, but the whole person stood in the doorway a little at a loss.

It's a little girl who is afraid of life.

"It's okay, Lilith, don't be so nervous. Rankopel

said in a gentle tone as he pushed the door in, closed it with his backhand.

At the same time, he smelled a very strong sweet taste in the air, and the sugar content should be very high, just smelling it must be a very typical dessert.

"Lilith, what are you doing?"

asked Rankopel with a few sniffers, smelling a bit like a combination of egg tarts and cream cookies from a past life.

"Ahhh... Ah, leader, I'm making sweet scones, and leaders come and taste it... I was about to share something to the soldiers in the Iron Guard..." Lilith

immediately ran to the back of the room, where there was a rudimentary oven, perhaps captured by the guerrillas from somewhere in the Usas barracks, which was already quite dilapidated.

But it still works.

Lilith carefully put on her heat-insulating gloves, handed Rankopel a plate full of sweet scones from the oven, and raised her head, her eyes full of expectation.

"Sweet scone?"

thought for a moment, it seemed to be a food from Victory, it was sweet, and most of the local Usas rarely ate it, and they might not even be able to do it.

Rankopel took a piece and, under Lilith's expectant gaze, put it in his mouth and chewed.

[The taste is okay, but for some reason some are too sweet, but such a child himself can't say very seriously that you make it too sweet. ]

"Not bad, Lilith, but consider putting less sugar in moderation." Rankopel

first praised, then offered better suggestions, without saying anything about shortcomings throughout.

"Ah, I know the leader..."

said Lilith with a nod and joy.

Rankopel thought for a moment and asked

, "Are you a Victorian?" Lilith

nodded and replied

, "Well, leader,

I am a Victorian.

Rankopel pondered in his heart, churning up in doubt, and asked:

"Why did Victory come to Usas in such a good place?

Lilith's eyes gradually darkened:

"My father was addicted to gambling horses, and once owed a lot of money, and a bad guy came to the door and beat my mother, and my father shrunk in the corner and did not dare to move.

"Then my dad sold me behind my mom's back for fifteen pounds. What

she didn't tell Rankopel was that fifteen pounds could only buy one of the inferiest, dying horses at Victory, and it was this price that sold Lilith, a young girl in her early ten.

"Then I was knocked unconscious and put in a sack, and while passing through Usas, the convoy was attacked by bandits in the wilderness, and I was lucky to avoid it, but not from the ore disease. "

Then I was caught by the mutant pickets over here, and if it weren't for the leader, I probably wouldn't have lived long..."

Lilith said and sobbed a little.

"Lilith, I..." Lan

Koper didn't know what to say, the land was indeed full of tragedy, and Lilith was just a small and inconspicuous fragment of this tragedy.

"Leader..."

Lilith pounced and hugged Rankopel, greedily demanding Rankopel's temperature.

I am a blood demon, and it stands to reason that Victoria is the most common place for blood demons, and there should be many horror legends about blood demons. Rankopel

also put his arm around Lilith and said to her.

"I don't care if you're some so-called blood demon, I just know you're my leader!" "

I've seen a lot of vicious Philin and Pelo.

"But leader, no matter what is written in the book, whether the description of the blood demon in the book is distorted or cruel, but I live under your protection, I am very happy, really."

Lilith hugged Rankopel, sobbed, but said firmly.

Lan Koper was speechless, just smiled slightly and touched Lilith's head.

"Lilith, give you a gift. "

Snap.

Rankopel pulled out the Blood Seal and gently placed it on Lilith's forehead.

"Ahhh... Leader, you... Did you just kiss me?"

Lilith didn't open her eyes just now, but she felt a strange cold touch on her eyebrows, and said with a hint of shyness in some surprise.

"No, this is the blood seal, a mark that our ethnic group puts on those close to us so that we can remember the smell of the other party. Rankopel

replied.

"So... Leader, can you, kiss me... Only...... Just the forehead..."

Lilith asked in a somewhat lost but hopeful tone.

"Yes. Rankopel

gently buried a kiss on Lilith's forehead.

"Ahhh... So warm... Leader..."

Lilith felt like she was almost melting into Rankopel's arms.

Unfortunately, this could not last long, and it was time for Rankopel to leave.

"Leader, please come back safely.

Lilith said to Rankopel sincerely as she saw off her farewell.

"Don't worry, I'll take you to your mother, Lilith. Rankopel

responded with a smile.

The third Iron Guard to visit Rankopel was Marko.

Marko fought on the front line in the former No. 8 mine, his legs were blown off, and he is now disabled.

But he is highly regarded in the iron guard, because he is well-informed and can always answer the questions of many iron guards.

Moreover, he also taught some cultural knowledge in the iron guard, tried his best to eliminate illiteracy, and tried his best to save several people in the No. 8 mine, so that everyone was full of respect for him.

After Rankopel knocked on Marko's door, Marko welcomed Rankopel in with a look of surprise:

"Ah, leader, hurry, please come in." Marko

is actually more than half a hundred years old, and he is barely a little old man under the battlefield, and he is completely aware of Rankopel's loyalty.

"Marko, I have something I need you to do right now. Rankopel

felt a little oppressive standing in front of a person in a wheelchair who had lost his legs, so he pulled a chair from his side, sat down, looked directly at him, and said.

"Ahhh... Leader...... It's an honor for you to remember my name..." Marko's

tone was still full of admiration for Rankopel.

"Marko, your physical condition is no longer suitable for fighting on the battlefield, but losing your legs does not mean that you are a waste. Rankopel

said to him slowly:

"Some of the communication work and daily operation and maintenance of this base will be entrusted to you, from now on you will be a correspondent temporarily stationed here, in addition, you are also a teacher here, and there are many cultural gaps in the guerrillas, which you need to fill in as much as possible." "

Marko is one of the few literate and Chinese Sakatz, and the position of correspondent is perfect for the literate him.

And teachers are Marko's old profession - after the battle at Mine 8, Rankopel had a communication with Marko and learned that Marko was actually a physical education teacher at a university in Usas before becoming a mine slave.

But many professions in Usas are highly competitive, and so are teachers, and Sakaz worked as a teacher in Usas ... Not to mention.

After accidentally offending a noble student, the noble student designed to scratch Marko's arm with a cluster of source stones, and then paid someone to commit perjury, slandering Marko for wanting to have bad intentions against her, and he was fighting back in self-defense.

And Marko couldn't argue, not to mention the truth of this matter, who would risk offending the forces behind a nobleman to speak for an ordinary Sakaz teacher?

If it weren't for the chance to usher in Lan Feng, a fierce and abnormal traverser, I'm afraid that Marko would only be able to mine for the rest of his life until he also became a mine.

But now, Marko's fate has changed.

"Leader, rest assured, I'm still teaching, my throat is still moving, and this base will definitely communicate smoothly until I receive your trumpet from Chernoberg in the future!"

Marko's eyes shone with confidence, and he assured Rankopel as he patted his chest.

"Come, Marko, extend your hand as a recognition for you. Rankopel

said to Marko, taking out his bloodline seal.

"Ah, leader, is this the Blood Seal... Old Marko couldn't be grateful..." Marko

seemed a little flattered.

In fact, being stamped by the blood demon means that the person has been recognized by the other party, that blood demon will not only not trouble you, but also give you convenience, and it is actually a difficult thing to stamp the blood seal.

[The friendship of blood demons is expensive and inviolable - excerpted from "Terra Race Kaoshi Blood Demon"]

But Rankopel is different, he can cover whoever he wants, anyway, the blood seal is in his hands, follow his own ideas, just follow his heart.

"It doesn't have to be. Rankopel

looked at Marko with his hands outstretched and his head bowed, as if waiting for the king to give him a sword, and he couldn't help but laugh at such a grand appearance.

Syllable.

It covered the back of Marko's somewhat wrinkled hand.

After bidding farewell to Marko, there are a small number of Ruper, other Films, and Carters among the other Iron Guards, and Rankopel also tells them to stay in this base first, waiting for the return of himself and the others.

Of course, they will also try their best to create their own value for the mutant guerrillas in this base, after all, those who do not work are not allowed to eat, and they also understand this truth.

"Mr. Rankopel. Just

then, a member of the mutant guerrilla found himself.

"The captain has counted the number of soldiers who can go to Chernoberg, and now that they are all on the train, the captain asked me to ask when you can go." Rankopel

immediately said:

"Anytime, you can do it now, go as soon as possible, you go and tell the captain to let him wait, calculate the time, my team should also be assembled, and you can go to Chernoberg." Rankopel

immediately returned to the train outside the base, and by this time, a whole train was fully loaded, filled with the best fighters in the base, and the truth was waiting for Rankopel in front.

"Leader, the Iron Guards have all been supplied, and now they are all waiting for you in the last few carriages of the train. Truth

said to Rankopel.

At this time, Rankopel noticed that Truth's wartime title for himself changed from Brother Rankopel to leader, but he did not care, but said:

"Well, Truth, let's go." Rankopel

took the hand of truth and walked onto the train.

Next, the team will plunge straight into Chernoberg like a sharp sword.