People in Terra, poor and weak but invincible

Chapter 1119 Ice Lake Hot Pot

A figure stood on the icy lake.

He had been waiting here for a long time. His thick fleece coat had already frozen, the snow had covered him, and his graying hair was no longer able to respond to the call of the wind.

The Doctor and Surtur, holding the Originium, came to the edge of the ice lake and looked at the haggard warrior together.

"He is dangerous." Sulter warned.

"He has scales on his face," the Doctor reminded.

Surtr gripped his sword tightly, his eyes narrowed slightly.

From the other party's racial characteristics and the fact that he appeared in this position, she could easily determine that he was a warrior on the northern front.

He did not collapse, but fell into another predicament.

The blood from the ocean is devouring him, transforming him into another embodiment of crisis.

"kill……"

Ektilnil's dry lips moved slightly: "Kill... me, kill... us."

Surtr held the greatsword across his body cautiously.

The ice on the lake surface continued to break, and amid the dull cracking sounds, it seemed as if something was about to emerge from under the lake.

Sartel turned around and wanted to remind the doctor to step back, but found that he had lost the ability to speak.

Quiet.

Dead silence.

The sound of the wind disappeared, the sound of the ice breaking disappeared, only a damp, ethereal song echoed here.

Surtel sighed inwardly, and scorching flames danced on her sword.

She swung her sword and slashed out a sword energy that covered the entire ice lake with orange-red flames.

The ice melted instantly, and a large amount of water mist began to spread. From under the boiling water, strange creatures with hideous tentacles jumped out and tried to pounce on Surtel, but were ignited by the heat wave halfway.

Surtur was holding a sword, flames swirling around her, and her eyes were filled with domineering attitude that looked down on everything.

How can I ensure the safety of the doctor by myself among thousands of enemies?

It's very simple, just burn all the enemies to ashes!

As long as she kills fast enough, there is no difference between ten thousand people and one person!

Surtur raised the greatsword with one hand, pointed the burning tip of the sword at the ground, and was about to evaporate the lake water in front of her along with the enemies in one fell swoop, when she noticed that the doctor beside her moved.

The doctor walked out of the protection of Surtur's flame step by step and stepped directly into the lake.

Just as Surtel tried to stop it, he was shocked to find that the lake under the doctor's feet suddenly grew a large number of Originium crystal clusters, forming a bridge made of active Originium on the lake surface.

Even when Surtel saw this scene, he couldn't help but take a step back.

Ordinary people would enter a countdown to an explosion if they just approached this kind of active Originium cluster, let alone touch it.

"What is going on? When did the Doctor acquire this ability?"

Surtel muttered something subconsciously, and then found that the disappeared voice had returned.

On the lake, the Doctor has approached Ectilnir, who is floating on the water.

The warrior was clearly in some kind of pain, as if some voice within him was urging him to fight for his survival and to drive away any enemies he saw.

But his human reason was also roaring, reminding him that he was transforming from one monster into another.

"Kill... me." Ectilniel struggled as he looked at the doctor approaching.

The Doctor glanced at him.

The next second, a large number of cone-shaped active source stones pierced out from the bottom of the lake, instantly piercing through all the sea creatures in the lake.

Ectilnir was not spared either. His abdomen was pierced by an active source stone cone as thick as his arm, and his body was suspended high above the lake.

His eyes widened and he spat out a mouthful of green blood.

Before leaving, Ishamara used her blood to transform him into a blood relative, eliminating his collapse and transforming his body into a sea heir.

And now, the active source stone penetrates his body, bringing him new suffering.

Clusters of Originium, the symbol of Ore Disease, grew on Ectilnir's body at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Ektielniel: "..."

In the endless pain, he actually wanted to laugh.

He actually experienced the three disasters that had long been rumored in this land one by one.

"I just looked at him and didn't agree to his request." The doctor muttered to the air beside him.

The Originium cone that pierced through Ectilnir instantly disintegrated.

Ectilnil floated weakly on the water, the blood flowing from the wound gradually turned from green to red, and the call from his body gradually weakened.

"That's great. I saved another one. I should be able to get an etching stamp."

The doctor chuckled and continued walking on the bridge paved with Originium.

Precious held the doctor's hand gently, without any resentment of being used.

As long as it is the doctor's request, she is willing to work hard to achieve it. Now that the doctor is willing to complete this out-of-line game, she is also willing to provide all the help.

Surtel by the lake looked at the doctor who was getting farther and farther away, then looked at Ektilnir who was floating over, sighed, and resignedly took over the aftermath.

Swinging the greatsword and releasing a fireball to blast Ectilnil to his feet, Surtur tried hard to recall the little medical knowledge in his mind as a Rhodes Island operator, and directly thrust the burning greatsword into Ectilnil's wound.

The aroma of barbecue instantly wafted in the air.

Ektielniel: "..."

His body twitched uncontrollably due to the severe pain, and he said in a trembling voice:

"Girl...this injury won't kill me...I can actually handle it myself."

"what?"

Surtur was startled, and hurriedly and awkwardly put away the sword, hiding it behind his back as if trying to cover up his crime.

Ektielnir: "...Thank you both for your help. The danger from the ocean is just ahead. Don't be impulsive. We need to organize more warriors to resist together."

Surtel glanced at the doctor who had already walked to the other side of the lake, and said anxiously:

"The doctor will take care of everything. It's a rare chance for you to survive. You should hurry back to your tribe and have a good rest."

The pain in Ectilnil's eyes grew even more intense as he swept his gaze across the misty lake.

Because of Surtel's heating, the lake seemed to have turned into a natural hot pot. A large amount of half-cooked protein was rolling up and down in the pot, and active source stone was spreading in it as a seasoning.

"My people are all here." Ectilnil said softly.

Surtr's expression became even more embarrassed, and he decisively kicked the greatsword behind him away.

Great Sword: “…”

"I don't mean to blame you." Ectilnil explained, "My people could not survive the torture of the two disasters. It was your help that freed them. The Ancestral Father and Anma will embrace their heroic spirits."

"You are all honorable warriors, but I'm afraid you can no longer participate in the upcoming battle."

Sulter reminded: "If you are still able to move, you'd better return to the rear immediately. The defense line over there needs a backbone and the intelligence you carry."

Ectilnil covered the ripe wound on his abdomen and stood up while enduring the severe pain.

Surtel watched the other person's movements with trepidation, fearing that in the next second he would see the horrific scene of his internal organs pouring out of the wound.

Fortunately, that scene did not appear.

Ektilnil's strong physique and willpower allowed him to roll through the gap between the three world-destroying disasters. But now, facing this nearly fatal penetrating wound, he actually felt a kind of contempt as if it was not worth mentioning.

"Hey, be careful. Or let me help you treat your wound." Sultel said nervously.

"No need!"

Ectilniel refused without a second thought.

This warrior who could face any disaster without changing his expression actually had a hint of fear in his tone when he refused.