Ark of the Immortal

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On an island far away from the mainland.

Ding ding ding!

The sound of weapons hitting each other kept coming from the training room, like a violent storm that never stopped.

Kati was at the door of the training room, quietly watching the scene inside through the crack in the door.

"Hey!"

"Ahhh!"

Kati was startled, the hairs all over her body exploded, and she subconsciously turned around.

"Ansel, don't scare me! Oops..."

Kati breathed a sigh of relief, she thought something big had happened.

"So, is Melanza in there?"

The pink-haired hunk looked towards the training room curiously.

"It's so early, as expected of her, and she's still so diligent."

"No, no! Today is different!"

Kati said mysteriously.

"Originally, we agreed to go shopping in the business district together after breakfast today, but during the meal, Xiaomei saw the news on TV!"

"See the news?"

Ansel mused.

"What's the news this morning?"

"That knight's game in Casimir!"

Kati took another look at the crack of the door. She lowered her voice and spoke quietly.

"Didn't that Mr. Immortal win the championship? Xiaomei was in a very good mood a few days ago! But today, when she saw the news about awarding and banning accounts, she immediately fell silent."

"Why?"

Ansel asked curiously.

"Didn't she like that Mr. Knight very much? She also joined the fan group called the Undead Army?"

In addition to training these days, Melanza was in the water group at the terminal, listening to the fans in Casimir talking about some strange things that happened to the undead.

For example, he only says one word, and it never takes a minute to hit someone.

What’s even more outrageous is that he is actually a time traveler and it just came out of the story.

As a result, Kati and Ansel, who were in the same group, also intentionally or unintentionally clicked on news related to the undead.

"Didn't you watch the news?"

Kati looked back at Ansel.

"Mr. Immortal didn't go to receive the award today. He designated another person to receive the award for him."

She had a solemn look on her face, with a hint of gossip.

"She's a cute girl!"

boom!

Suddenly there was a loud noise in the training room.

Kati was so frightened that she took two steps back, but driven by curiosity, she couldn't help but peek in through the crack in the door.

Ansel was also aroused to some extent. Like Kati, she was standing next to the crack of the door, secretly casting her gaze inside.

"..."

Melanza's clothes were soaked with sweat, and the straight knife she held in her hand cut open the training dummy.

Panting, she pulled out the straight knife, and then took out something from her arms.

Katy and Ansel couldn't see what it was.

Melanza stared at the badge in her hand. She could feel the constant power emanating from the badge, relieving her tired body.

This is a gift given to her by her teacher.

Speechlessly, Melanza held the badge and was in a daze.

Teacher, do you still remember me?

After fighting her way through the riots that caused great panic, and coming here in blood just to confirm her own safety, and to give her such a precious gift, Melantha never felt that she was being ignored.

But when he saw the girl the teacher pointed out, he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

This loss was somewhat inexplicable, and Melanza knew that she still needed time to adjust her emotions.

Since you can't see your teacher, let's continue to hone your skills.

Touching the badge and staring at the motto on the back of the badge, Melanza's eyes gradually became firm.

There will definitely be a day when we meet again! She was convinced of this.

So, the beautiful Philin girl raised her weapon again and waved it towards the dummy in front of her.

At the same time, in a village outside Casimir City, the blacksmith opened the door.

"Huh...ha——"

Blacksmith Ender took a sip of the coffee in his hand and yawned again.

He smashed his mouth and saw the figure squatting next to the door.

"Hey, old man, are you here so early?"

"Um."

The undead stood up. He was currently wearing the square-headed knight's armor and stared at the blacksmith before speaking.

"arms."

"Ah, yes, I almost forgot. You come in first!"

The blacksmith quickly turned around. While letting the undead man into the house, he put the coffee on the table and ran towards the back room.

The undead man walked in, and everything was still the same. There were weapons and shields hanging on the walls, unchanged at all.

It looked like the blacksmith had only one customer.

"I also went to watch that game. To be honest, I really didn't expect you to be so strong, old man!"

Ender was happily talking to the undead in the inner room, and there was a clanking sound coming from inside, accompanied by the sound of the blacksmith trying to lift something with force.

"But! Humph! Phew...didn't you just become...Ha! Just became a champion? Why are you leaving? Or are you going on a trip? Are you really not going to stay and live a good life?"

With that said, Ander walked out of the inner room, dragging a rectangular object wrapped in cloth in his hand.

"Something's wrong."

Seeing Ender panting, the undead man took the initiative to go over and help.

"Is something wrong? I'm afraid you are looking for trouble. No wonder you asked me to make this kind of thing. If I hadn't called two or three colleagues to help, I might not have been able to make it for you before today... Damn it? !”

Ender's eyes widened as he watched the undead man lift the thing up with one hand.

At that time, when the undead asked Ender to help make weapons, Ender also asked in surprise.

Aren’t you a fucking knight of sword and shield? Why use this weapon?

The immortal asked in confusion.

When did I say I was a Knight of Sword and Shield?

He picked up the hilt of the sword with one hand, raised it, and then removed the cloth on the surface.

This is a huge sword. However, to say that this thing is a sword, it is better to say that it is a rectangular giant stick.

The overall length is about the same as the height of a normal adult, and the whole thing is made of a combination of hammered iron blocks. The weight is even more prohibitive for anyone who wants to pick it up!

There is almost no edge, and the edges are only slightly sharpened for better swing. It will immediately return to its rough state after one or two battles.

The undead man looked at it for a long time, then he nodded with satisfaction and put down the giant sword.

At this time, Ender moved another box out from the back.

"Here, I helped you repair the battle knight armor. In order to make it easier for you to carry this thing, I also changed the hook for hanging the weapon at the back."

The undead man watched Ender take out the battle knight armor from the box. He was surprised to find that a layer of brown-gray cloth was sewn on the surface of the armor, giving it the appearance of a cloak.

"This is?"

"Hey, my wife sewed it for you!"

Ender giggled twice and scratched his head.

"She went to watch the game with me that day. Later, when she heard that you were going to travel, she took the initiative to make a robe for you and I put it on the armor. Anyway, we will encounter various situations on the road. There is a layer of stuff. , it can also protect you from wind and rain.”

Cloth is wrapped on the surface of the armor to prevent wind and sand from eroding the armor itself. It can also block the face to a certain extent and hide the identity.

"As a reward, I'll keep your shield. You don't need a shield to wield a giant sword anyway. It just so happens that my wife wants your autograph. This thing is much more valuable than an autograph! It also has collectible value."

Ender left the shield as payment.

The undead man nodded and accepted Mrs. Ender's gift.

When the undead put on the brand-new battle-hardened knight armor, he handed a key to Ender.

"It's like a dream. I didn't expect that the knight who helped me solve my trouble two months ago would be the famous War Knight now."

Ender leaned against the door, sipping his coffee, reached out to take the key from the undead man, and kept it for him.

"So how long will you be leaving this time, and will you come back?"

"have no idea."

The immortal shook his head. He looked at Ender and bowed slightly to express his gratitude.

"Thanks."

"Hey, thank you. You helped me bring this armor to the stage and made my dream come true. That's why I should say thank you."

Ender said with a smile.

"My ancestors and grandpas are all craftsmen who make armors for the war knights. You help me bring the war knight armor to the position of champion. Now I can be regarded as a proud ancestor!"

The blacksmith was talking like this, and the undead man was listening.

After the blacksmith finished his coffee, the undead man stood up from his seat and picked up the giant sword leaning against the wall.

"I have to go now."

said the immortal.

"goodbye."

The blacksmith waved his hand and greeted the undead man.

"Same as before, I won't send you off. Remember to tell me when you come back."

"Um."

The undead hung the giant sword on his back, and the huge weight did not make his steps difficult.

So, the undead walked out of the blacksmith shop.

He subconsciously raised his head and looked at the sun in the sky.

The warm sunshine splashed on his body, just as someone had caressed his tearful cheek.

The unknown hero put on his helmet in silence, and his dark brown robe covered his figure.

He planned to embark on the road of travel just like the parting words of an old friend.

Enter this vast world and witness everything new with your own eyes.

As that old friend said, there are no restrictions on the immortals today.

The sun illuminates his path, and the breeze blows away his fatigue.