Genshin Impact: The Twelfth Executive is a Professional Gardener

Figure... There is a high probability that there will be no more living people in this dead and silent snowfield, and the soldiers who once followed Jing Yan to explore here should have also died under this rose.

So... The figure that appears in this snowfield could only be...

"Ajax, draw your bow and shoot, it's a puppet controlled by spore parasitism

!" "Hmm!"

Tartaglia took aim with his bow neatly and fired!

"Poof.

Dotore scoffed, making Tartaglia feel a little embarrassed.

"Yikes... I didn't miss.

"It's up to me..."

Dotore's weapon was an ice-forged taper that he could shoot with a wave of his hand to nail the enemy to the ground, and his aim was much better than Tartaglia's, and the golem fell straight away.

Tartaglia: ... (°ー°〃)

The contrast is too obvious.

"Don't be discouraged, Ajax, at least you'll never be right in bed, um... The crisis has not yet been resolved.

Lin Lang looked around meaningfully, and many shadows had unconsciously appeared in the dim snow mist, and a thick black vine also came out of the body of the fallen puppet, like a poisonous snake.

It's just that the gray-haired executive just summoned his own "Pojun" unhurriedly, and even danced a spear.

"It seems like it's been a long time since I've been in a serious battle with all the power to achieve a certain goal, and I think this mission will make me more addicted to fighting!

Let's go together!"

The electric current reverberated in mid-air like a hovering dragon, reacting with the snow and mist, and blasting out superconductivity again and again.

Tartaglia pulled Dotore out of the fray just in time.

"Brother Lin Lang estimates that the backlog has been too long, his desire to fight is not strong, but he is also a person with full skills, his state has been abnormal in the past, and it is time to vent. "

In the past, Lin Lang was limited by the pollution left by Silk Kirk and limited by the broken arm, but now he is the real heyday, not to mention that this battle is also related to flowers and plants.

Evil flowers are allowed in Lin Lang's garden, but once this evil flower starts to bite, he, the florist, should naturally be responsible for uprooting them, which can only be said to be a professional counterpart.

"Thunder breaks, silence shines brightly

!" "Boom!" A

surging thunder fell from the suddenly changed sky, sweeping through this sinful and bloody snowfield, and even the fog was split and dissipated, showing the way forward.

Tartaglia saw the back of Lin Lang standing quietly in the middle of the wreckage full of pitch-black flower corpses, holding a Fatui logo in the palm of his hand.

Seems to be losing consciousness.

"Brother Lin Lang, you..."

"It's the emblem that the Abyss Sect used to frame us in Qingce Village at that time, and then I gave it to a soldier next to me... The soldiers who followed me on the expedition to Liyue also died here.

"I can see you're sad, but it's inevitable to die in times of crisis, isn't it, Brother Linlang. "

“... Ha, I know this truth better than you, it's a habit of mine, I always like to put a tombstone on these nameless heroes. The

emerald green light overflowed from his fingers, and fell to the ground little by little, converging into a hardy pine sapling, and the tree was engraved with only four words, "Nameless Tomb".

Liyue must have many such nameless tombs.

"Speaking of which, if I am defeated in battle and die one day in the future, someone will also erect a monument for me, right?

Tartaglia pinched his chin and said thoughtfully, and then was slapped on the shoulder by Lin Lang with a smile.

"The person who erected the monument won't be me, because if I'm still there, you don't have the possibility of sacrifice, you know?"

"Maybe, who knows what the future holds, so keep walking... Hey Dotore, don't be left behind!!"

Tartaglia beckoned to Dotore who was left behind from afar, waving his hand, and at this moment the three of them had different thoughts.