Chapter 838: Renegade (Part 1)

Alan passed through the underground bunker with the flow of people, and people walked past him, bumped him, and pushed him away while he was on the way.
But no one looked at him, glancing at him at most, thinking about who this guy who hadn't bathed for a long time, had a beard, and blocked their way.
He doesn't mind, in fact he enjoys it-just walking, no need to go where he wants, let his heart float freely.
Sometimes he even felt it was like walking through a chaotic street when he was young, listening to the peddling and bargaining quarrels of hawkers.
He smiled.
But when an officer with a sky blue field cap saw him, he must think Alan was laughing at himself, because Alan saw him frown, so he was ready to speak.
But Alan saluted him, shook his head respectfully, and went on.
He didn't know where he was going, but it didn't matter, now this is the best situation he can crave.
Everyone is trapped in the underground fortifications of Mount Mihir, and the radio broadcasts the news of the victory in a certain place, as well as the "good news" that the reinforcements will soon arrive.
But no one has believed it.
The food ration has changed from a pound of bread to a slap-wide moldy flour ball. Although the drinking water is sufficient, due to the lack of fuel, the diarrhea caused by the large amount of drinking raw water becomes a more deadly enemy.
Let everyone stick to the present, just because they are facing Ok.
Fight, or die.
There is no third way, but Alan knows that morale has long been disintegrated, and everyone just wants to walk the corpse to continue fighting instinctively, hope has long since shattered.
"Tilmat Allan."
At the first time, he didn't listen to this sentence too much, nor did he bother to look back.
Tilmat Alan is now just an unknown soldier-just a machine gunner, an ordinary person who committed himself to the battle of Witriel.
The world with a special name has disappeared. This call must have been misheard. It is a somewhat similar syllable separated from dozens of sounds and hurried footsteps.
"You are Tilmat Allan."
This time the voice came from behind him, he felt a hand on his shoulder.
At this time, he can reach for the dagger he still carries.
"No, no, my friend,"
The voice said, this time in his ear, it was a soft voice, with a grunt, the accent of southern Gramatia.
At the same time he felt the tip of a sword against the skin above his right kidney.
"I don't want to hurt you, apostate, but you must follow me."
Alan felt a slit deep in his mind.
Renegade.
No one has ever called him that way since the night the bombing began.
"who are you?"
Alan asked in a low voice. The soldiers, miners, and militiamen walked past him hurriedly, not noticing or caring.
"Your friend's servant, he wants to see you again."
Alan felt the pressure of the blade move to the bottom of his left arm, while the hand holding his shoulder was released, and a person walked behind him, close to his left.
The man put a hand on his shoulder as if they were old friends, and no one could see the sword.
When Alan looked at the man, he unconsciously showed a shocked expression.
The man was wearing a dark uniform with a black cross decoration, not wearing a silver military rank.
Under the peaked cap, a broad, shaved face was smiling at him.
"I'm sorry to support you with a sword, but I serve our mutual friends. I can't let you refuse this invitation."
The man's accent suddenly changed: simply strong, with no sign of southern accent.
Alan could smell the light wine and the strong smoke from his breath, as if he had just come off the officer's table.
His mind is running at a high speed, fatigue and shock are mixed together and become blurred.
In the months spent in the army, what I saw on the battlefield, killed, and tried to forget... All this fell with him.
In his memory, he saw a huge shadow coming to Aven City for the last time at night (readers who don’t remember can look back at the previous volume), standing with him on the balcony, standing on his Beside.
The figure told him a lot, but he didn't remember clearly.
"I understand--"
Alan recalled what he said at the last minute and turned to face the huge beast.
"How do you want me?"
The memory faded, but the ugly face still lingered when he looked at the man in the black officer's uniform.
"Green friend."
Alan whispered, seeming to have some scruples.
The man who looked like a military officer nodded with a smile.
"follow me."
Somehow, he just kept up with each other, and after walking for ten minutes, after going around many paths that he was not familiar with, he came there...
The room is very small, which is equivalent to a box hidden behind a small door. It is located at the end of a quiet corridor, as if it has been forgotten.
A light bulb was tied to the ceiling with wire, and it was spilt with dim light. There were three crates on the floor, some edges were frayed, covered with a thick layer of dust.
The room is also full of dust-the breath of dust and dirty air.
Alan glanced at the room and turned to face the man in the black officer uniform.
"Wait here."
Said the man, reaching for the monotonous metal door.
Alan took a deep breath and pressed his eyes with his fingers.
His hands were shaking on his eyelids ~ EbookFREE.me ~ He tried to calm his mind and think about what he would do afterwards.
"Hello my friend."
When the sound rang, Alan opened his eyes violently.
The man standing inside the door smiled friendly and bowed slightly.
He is tall and looks middle-aged, but his green eyes reveal that his age is much more than it looks on the surface.
Wearing a set of oily, poorly-made work clothes on his thin body, his sleeves rolled up, revealing his lean but muscular arms, he took a step forward with a smile.
"what's your name?"
Alan raised the first question.
"Varrus, just call me Varus."
"Varrus..."
"Nice to meet you."
The captain of the 007 squad laughed, his voice was loud and calm and not slow.
"I'm sorry, this must be a little shocking, I apologize, I'm here... I've been here for a while, but I think it would be the best if the fate of the two of us hadn't intersected, after all, things There have been changes."
Alan just stared at Varus.
He remembered the last time the sun shone on the buildings in Aven City, and the sky in the distance slowly turned to midnight dark blue.
Varus nodded as if he was thinking about the same moment.
"A lot of things have changed, but both of us are here."
Varus said that as he spoke, a certain pattern appeared on his skin, spreading like ivy growing on the wall under the sunlight.
The emerald green Ok's smiling face covered his neck and face without any gaps, and Varus's smile was like opening a crack in the tattooed jungle on his face.
Then these tattoos faded in an instant.