Ark of the Immortal

Today's battle celebration ended with a dull bell after sunset.

None of the warriors chose to leave, but stayed by the altar to talk with the warriors they recognized.

At the same time, after the battle celebration, the priests at the Temple of Heroes also prepared a grand dinner.

The dinner was an indispensable part of the Minos Warriors Conference.

After the battle, the soldiers would enjoy delicious food and drink wine together, and exchange their experiences of the day's battle.

This is also a good way to connect with the emotions of the soldiers.

As the candles and lights turned on at night, the soldiers went in groups to the room specially used for dinner next to the Temple of Heroes.

There are fruits picked by the Minoans, baked bread, and crispy and tender meat.

Wine glasses clinked, and amidst the laughter and laughter, the soldiers happily made friends with each other, so happy.

Not only the soldiers, but also the citizens who participated in the ceremony will also join the banquet.

They will praise their favorite soldiers and enjoy the aftermath of the war with them.

Among Rhodes Island's group, there were a total of five who passed one round of battle.

In addition to Melanza, there is also a warlock, two heavy equipment, and the main attacker of the action reserve group A1.

But there is no doubt that the most eye-catching battle on Rhode Island today is the battle between Melantha and Meteor Morton.

After the battle, Meteor Morton went to the priest of the Temple of Heroes for help in treatment. Now he was just wrapped in bandages and was sitting there feasting.

With a huge body, it needs more food to provide nutrition.

Morton didn't bring his heavy hammer with him, but when he saw everyone from Rhode Island arriving at the banquet hall with the soldiers, his eyes lit up.

Putting down the bread and pieces of meat in his hands, Morton picked up his own wine glass, filled it with a glass of brewed wine, and came over.

A group of children from Rhode Island have just found a place and are ready to sit down and rest.

Then he saw Morton walking over with a wine glass in hand.

Katie subconsciously protected Melantha behind her, because she was afraid that Morton was here to cause trouble.

"Today's battle was very exciting. It was also the first time that I realized that there were weaknesses in the tactics I was so proud of."

When Morton is not fighting, he looks a bit naive whether he talks or acts.

Coupled with the fact that his body is covered with bandages, it makes people laugh even more.

With that said, Morton raised his glass to Melanza.

"Little girl, you are very powerful. I hope we can continue to fight next time!"

Regardless of whether Melantha responded or not, Morton drank half of the wine in the glass in one gulp, and then let out a sigh of relief.

Little Melanza naturally didn't know how to deal with this situation.

Melanza has never drank alcohol. In the past, it was because her family was not allowed to drink because she was not old enough and was weak.

Later, because she was training with the undead, drinking alcohol would affect her thinking, so Melanza deliberately resisted alcohol.

Looking left and right, I could only find a clean wooden cup from the table and fill it with juice.

"Thank you, you are great too!"

Melanza's waxy voice paired with her deliberately serious tone made it feel even cuter.

After saying that, the little cat drank the juice in the cup in his hand.

It seemed that because there was too much juice, Melanza's wound in the afternoon had not healed yet, so she could not drink it smoothly.

After coughing twice, Melanza blushed and swallowed the juice in her mouth.

Covering her mouth slightly, Melanza smiled at Morton again, and then put down the wine glass.

After all, she was Melanza, a noblewoman from Victoria, and her words and actions were all very appropriate.

As I grow older, I gain a charm that coexists with cuteness and elegance.

Morton nodded, then turned his attention to Dupin beside him.

"What is the name of this warrior?"

"Just call me Doberman."

Instructor Dubin extended his right hand to Morton.

Morton reached out and shook Dubin's hand, and then said something to Dubin again.

Anyway, that's it, the soldiers you taught are very brave. Even a woman can take full advantage of her body.

When saying this, Morton also glanced at Melanza, Katie, and even Ansel.

When Ansel saw Morton's eyes looking over, his face darkened, but he said nothing.

After finishing speaking, the strong man took Dupin to drink another glass of wine, and then returned to his seat with satisfaction and continued to eat the cake.

After barely coping with Morton, Melantha felt that she was not used to such an environment.

"How should I put it... I feel that the people of Minoan are so warm and pure."

Stewart curiously picked up the dessert on the table and threw it into his mouth.

"Hmm...Is this a traditional Minoan dessert? It seems to taste pretty good."

"Although I don't hate it, if I'm too enthusiastic, I still can't handle it."

Melanza said softly, and she rubbed her forehead.

Whatever you say comes, as soon as Melanza finished speaking, a large number of Minoan people surrounded her.

Most of them are warriors who participated in the Warriors Conference today.

Seeing the hunter's heart, seeing Melanza's performance, he wanted to come up and make friends.

Seeing so many people gathered around, Melanza felt that her head was dizzy, and her ears were surrounded by the words of these people, and she could no longer hold on.

Seeing Melantha surrounded by so many people, Katie secretly took two steps back, gave the panicked Melantha a cheering expression, and then followed Stewart and the others to find something to eat.

This is the training she needs to go through. Rhode Island operators not only have to make achievements in combat effectiveness, but also learn to socialize.

Little Melanza has a very lovable temperament, not only now, but she will also encounter many such situations in the future.

In addition, she is from a Victorian noble family, so her adaptability is certainly not bad.

When Dubin and Yadao saw this scene, they just smiled and then stood guard around Melantha.

As an instructor, it is natural to give operators opportunities to practice.

But if someone wants to fish in troubled waters and do some bad things, Yadao and Dupin are not vegetarians.

The soldiers celebrated their victory at the banquet, and the undead naturally could not miss it.

Under Pallas's persuasion, the immortal reluctantly agreed to go to the banquet to have a look.

However, although the undead arrived at the banquet venue, few people dared to come up and say a few words to the undead.

First of all, he is dressed in armor, which makes people feel an atmosphere that no strangers are allowed to enter.

In addition, the immortal does not eat or drink, so it feels out of place with the entire banquet.

The immortal stayed for a while, feeling that it was not interesting.

He took a look at the situation on Rhode Island from a distance.

Dupin noticed his eyes and motioned him to look at Melanza next to him.

When he discovered that Melanza was dealing with these Minoan warriors, the immortal gave up his past plans.

It is naturally a good thing for Melanza to get to know more people, and the immortal will not stop it.

It was at this time that he felt a burning gaze from behind.

The undead man looked back, only to find that it was the side entrance of the banquet hall.

But there was no one next to the side door.

Pallas noticed the undead man's big movements, she came over and asked.

"What's wrong? Is there something wrong, or do you feel uncomfortable?"

The immortal nodded and said.

"I'm going out and getting some air."

"Well, go ahead. If you really don't like it, go back. I'll solve the problem here."

Pallas gave the undead an OK gesture and then walked away from here.

After speaking to Pallas, the immortal man got up and walked towards the side door.

As soon as he walked out of the side door, the undead man discovered Shirter in the alley to the left of the side door.

Looking closely at this beautiful girl, I realized that she was actually not that old.

Hearing the footsteps of the undead, Shirter raised his head and looked at the undead.

"Are you out looking for someone?"

Shirter tilted his head and asked the undead man.

The undead man stared at Shirter, and then looked at the sword hanging behind his back.

The format of this big sword is very strange. There is only a small sword grid at the junction of the hilt and the blade. Instead, there is a long horizontal bar at the bottom of the sword hilt.

And just at the end of the sword hilt, there is a sword-shaped gem inlaid.

When it is hung behind Shirter, the sword does not look like a two-handed sword, but like a scepter.

"name."

the immortal asked.

The strange thing is that even though it was their first official meeting, Shirter understood what he was talking about.

"Lewontin."

The slender fingers caressed the hilt of the sword behind him, and then gradually moved to the back of the blade.

"Its name, the name it told me."

Strangely enough, this was the first time the immortal heard this name, but he felt a special sense of intimacy.

The closer this intimacy came to Lewontin, the more he felt the connection between the two.

The undead man subconsciously followed Shirter's words and read its name again.

"Lewontin?"

Scorching flames spurted out from the ground, and the sword behind Shirter flew out of the air, seeming to be out of control.

Shirter did not expect this to happen. She quickly reached out and grasped the hilt of Lewondine's sword, but she felt an endless desire to break free.

Shirter's feeling was even more wonderful. She even understood Lewontin's mood at the moment from its mood.

eager? No...seems like longing.

As Levantine's power went out of control, the abnormality in Shirter's surrounding environment became more and more obvious, and the flames burned the air beside her, almost condensing into substance.

And the big sword in her hand was trembling more and more. The blade was aimed at the undead man in front of Shirter, and it was about to shoot out.

But at this moment, the undead man took a step forward, stretched out his finger, and lightly pressed the tip of Levantine's sword.

Suddenly, the clouds were clear and the wind was gentle.

The violent flames and the sword stopped for an instant.

It seemed that the fingers of the undead were caressing its skin, and it was as docile as an obedient puppy.

And Shirter also felt the will conveyed by the sword again.

That's the emotion called fear.

341.Creation of flame

Shirter had never seen Lewontin like this.

In her memories, Lewondine was mostly silent, and when she summoned him to fight, he was manic.