Ark of the Immortal

The cold voice instantly alerted everyone. They put down the food in their hands at the same time, picked up the weapons at their sides, and stood up.

After a moment of silence, the steely figure walked from the shadows into the firelight.

"A passer-by."

The immortal said softly.

"I'm going to Chernobog."

The tense atmosphere has not been relieved. People wearing strange but neat attire slowly changed their formations to prepare for the undead attack.

But among them, a girl with a face like ice and snow looked at the undead costume for a while. The armor made of steel was really eye-catching.

After a moment of silence, she whispered.

"Chernobog, over there."

"Thanks."

The undead man confirmed the direction, thanked the girl, then turned around, ignoring the people holding weapons, and walked into the cold wind and snow.

But before he had even taken two steps, there was a shout from behind him.

"Friend! It's late at night, and the wind and snow will only get worse. Why don't you sit by the bonfire?"

The undead man looked back at the bright bonfire.

He took another look at the ice-like girl who was sitting next to the campfire and extending an invitation to him.

After hesitating for a moment, he turned around.

"Thanks."

"You're welcome."

The girl nodded and waved to her companions to put down their weapons.

People sat down again and slowly picked up the hot soup in their hands.

The undead man came to the bonfire. He put down the giant sword and package on his back, inserted the long sword at his waist into the bonfire in front of him, and then sat down by the bonfire.

"I am an immortal."

The undead man took the initiative to greet the girl and stretched out his right hand.

After all, it is the other party's good intentions, and you should express it yourself.

"What do you call it?"

The girl didn't reach out to shake hands with the undead man. She just glanced at the undead man's right hand and then said lightly.

"Frost Star."

164. Night talk in the snow

"Here, here is soup and here is cake."

In this small camp, people wearing felt and leather passed hot food to each other, leaning on the cliff to avoid the natural wind and snow.

The undead man was sitting in front of the campfire, talking to the girl who invited him to sit down.

"It is not easy to move forward in the wind and snow, traveler."

The girl named Shuangxing was still drinking a bowl of completely cooled soup in her hand. She took a sip of the cold soup, then frowned and smacked her mouth. It looked like the bowl had gone cold. The soup scalded her.

"At this critical time, the people of Casimir and Victoria will be busy preparing for their festivals. And the people of Yanguo are also preparing for their New Year. Therefore, there are people who go to Ursus at this time, and there is no doubt that they have own purpose."

Shuangxing seemed not to feel the cold. The clothes on her body were so thin that they didn't make her shiver in the strong wind. On the contrary, the stronger the wind, the more comfortable it made her squint her eyes.

"So, what is your purpose?"

The undead man put down the giant sword in his hand, took the firewood from the person next to him, took the whole pile of firewood for himself, then broke the firewood apart bit by bit and threw it into the fire in front of him.

And after he heard Frost Star's voice, the undead man said.

"I have friends who are trapped in Chernobog."

The firewood on hand was a bit hard. The undead man closed his fingers to form a knife and slashed at the top of the firewood section. Then a crack appeared at the top.

Then the undead man reached out his hands with satisfaction, grasped the sides, broke apart the log, and threw half of it into the fire.

"I went to save him. But before that, I still had friends who were surrounded outside Chernobog."

The undead man threw another piece of firewood into the fire in front of him, and took a large piece of firewood from the firewood pile next to him, ready to break it and throw it in at any time.

"So, I'm going to help them."

Just as the immortal finished these two sentences, the voices of the people around him talking and drinking soup gradually became quieter.

Then, the undead man reacted. He glanced left and right and found that these people were staring at him with indescribably strange expressions.

The undead man asked curiously.

"What's wrong? What's the problem?"

"Um...nothing."

Shuangxing waved his hand, and the people around him immediately resumed their original activities, eating and drinking when they should.

Shuangxing glanced at the armored monster in front of her with a strange expression. She never expected that the reinforcements that Mephistopheles said might appear from the surrounded rats would actually be this guy in front of her.

what is this? Did you bump into us before we even arrived at Chernobog?

Shuangxing lowered her head to drink the soup. Her mind quickly started to think of a way to get something out of this man's mouth.

For example, what are they here to do, who are they trying to save, and will it affect their own plans.

Regardless of whether Tallulah has changed or not, at least so far, all the planning is for the same goal. They are comrades standing on a united front.

Shuangxing thought for a while and put the empty soup bowl aside.

A strong man sitting behind Shuangxing took Shuangxing's soup bowl, then scooped a large spoonful of broth from the pot into Shuangxing's soup bowl, and placed it on the ground, waiting for it to cool.

"Do you understand the current situation in Ursus?"

Frost Star raised her head and looked at the traveler who appeared in the snow, and she said.

"Chernobog, as a border city, has now received orders from the top brass of Ursus to arrest all infected people into isolation areas and to eliminate all infected people from Ursus. Today's Chernobyl It’s not that easy to get in. Especially..."

As she said that, Shuangxing also glanced at the armor on the undead man, and she did not hide her gaze.

This is telling the undead that with your appearance, it is easy for those soldiers to mistake you for an infected person.

Of course, this is also a trial by Frost Star. If this guy is really an infected person, then the distance between them talking is much closer.

Since we are all under the curse of this land, why can't we be called comrades?

But the undead gave a clear answer.

"I'm not infected."

As the undead man spoke, he broke open the firewood in his hand and threw a section into the bonfire in front of him.

As soon as these words came out, the voices of people around eating and talking became quieter.

The undead man pretended not to notice their reactions this time and continued.

"However, many people think that I am an infected person. Even the column where my identity is recorded on my ID is written as an infected person."

He easily broke apart another piece of firewood, threw two pieces of firewood into the bonfire, and took another large piece of wood.

After everyone heard the words, the voices of communication decreased again, and they all deliberately lowered their voices to listen to the undead man's words.

They don't understand.

Shuangxing also raised his own question after a moment of silence.

"Why don't you appeal and prove that you are not an infected person?"

The first thing to make clear is that once the identity is determined to be an infected person. No matter what you want to do in a normal city, you're going to be extremely inconvenienced. No matter which country you are in, this is the case.

The identity of an infected person inherently represents a natural source of infection. Under this premise, all government facilities will have great restrictions on you because of your identity.

Therefore, once there is a misjudgment, everyone's first reaction is to do so.

I am not an infected person!

I want to go to the hospital to get a certificate!

I'm a normal person!

Look, this is the first barrier between the infected people of Terra and ordinary people.

Discrimination and fear.

From the beginning, they felt that their status as infected persons was a curse. Even if this is a misjudgment, they still have to make a loud voice to tell everyone that they have nothing to do with the infected. I'm a normal person.

By now, even the infected themselves have become accustomed to this attitude. By default, they put themselves, the curse, and the oppressed on the same footing, which inadvertently caused a secondary conflict between the two groups. gap.

Self-awareness.

But the undead man shook his head, and broke off the firewood in his hand. He said nonchalantly.

"Is there a difference?"

With this sentence, the voice of everyone's communication was once again lowered, leaving only the clinking sound of spoons and bowls. They stared directly at the undead man, wanting to hear more from his mouth.

"..."

Shuangxing couldn't help but fell silent. She was thinking more. So after hearing the immortal man's words, I immediately started asking myself questions.

Is there any difference between infected people and normal people?

At this time, Shuangxing gave his answer.

she spoke.

"Yes, of course."

"What's the difference?"

The immortal asked rhetorically.

Shuangxing thought for a moment, hugged her legs, curled up, and spoke slowly.

"The infected people carry mineral disease, and if they are not careful, they will infect normal people. The infected people suffer from the disease and their life span is extremely short. The lives of the infected people are not complete, and they can hardly experience normal life."

After saying so much, Shuangxing seemed to have found a reason for herself, and she looked at the undead man breaking firewood in front of the campfire.

"Aren't these differences?"

"In my impression."

he said as the immortal threw two logs into the fire.

"The same is true for terminally ill patients, especially those who are infectious diseases."

"Yes, this is a terminally ill patient."

Froststar couldn't help but grab the words.

"This is a terminal disease that has no antidote, and no one can solve it..."

But before Frost Star finished speaking, the undead man spoke again.

"Then they are not human?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the last trace of sound disappeared, and in this snowy night, only the whistling sound of the wind and snow was left.

Anyone who has lived on the continent of Terra would never say this kind of statement.

Because the overall social environment is like this, people who do not have mineral disease treat patients with mineral disease as the filthiest filth.

In everyone's consciousness, there is a difference between infected people and people.

However, in the eyes of the immortal, the infected today are very similar to the experiences they suffered in the past.

In the so-called Land of the Gods, the undead are used as tools of rule by the superior gods, who are required to sacrifice their lives to maintain the gods' rule because they are cursed wandering souls who cannot die.

He is the most qualified person to say this because he has witnessed greater persecution.

"I know, I can see that you are all infected."

When the immortal man spoke, he paused.

"The temperature on your body is very low. It should be caused by ore disease. The friend behind you, his right hand is completely necrotic. It is also because of ore disease."