Ark of the Immortal

He was going to explore the past he had left behind.

He was going to explore the meaning of his awakening.

Summary at the end of the volume

Here comes the summary at the end of the volume!

For me, the second volume is equivalent to a truly big volume. The undead did some things, which affected some subsequent developments, and changed the situation of Casimir to a certain extent.

I don’t need to say more about the content. In fact, the routine is relatively old-fashioned.

But I really like this kind of plot, and the effect of the writing is not bad, right?

When I write by myself, I can't always control the number of words, and it's common for me to get excited about writing for no apparent reason.

It was supposed to be finished before 200,000 words, but it ended up being over 200,000 words.

All in all, Volume 2 of The Undead really calls back to parts of the past, and I also bring up a lot of the facts in a very subtle way.

One of them is that the undead had traces of their activities on the continent of Terra before.

You can go back and look at every time I mention prophecies. They are meaningful and are not just words used to show off.

As for Suo Ge, who many people are concerned about.

What to say, oops! Old pigeon, you've got a knife! Is this a cool article as promised? !

First of all, Brother Suo will not appear just this time. Everyone just waits patiently and has hope!

Another thing is, in the words of an author I like very much.

The so-called cool article, as long as I write it well, it is a cool article x And then, what many readers of Zhouzhou players are concerned about is whether it will be related to Rhodes Island.

This point has already been made clear in the plot, so I won’t go into details.

As for the Doctor, that's it for you. I can only tell you that the Doctor and the Immortal are not the same.

Starting from the next volume, I will also expand on the stories and sufferings of the Terra continent itself, and start to pull the plot more towards the main line of Ark, and write some of the daily life of the people of Ark and their stories in my imagination.

In fact, whether it's Zhouzhou or Black Soul, they have a lot in common, and they both look like very sad stories.

But the so-called fandom is to change some things that would not happen in the original story.

This is also my original intention of writing fan fiction.

Without affecting the plot, the more perfect the story, the better.

There will be sugar, and there will definitely be knives (emphasis added).

I have a rest today. I will sort out the plot line depending on the situation. If I can't finish it, I won't do it tomorrow.

Just take a two-day break after finishing this volume. It’s really easy to get bald when writing big chapters often, it’s so tiring.

Then comes the exciting preview session!

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After traveling through cities and mountains, the memories of the undead gradually revived.

The power of awakening attracts the deep aborigines and awakens the giants in the depths of the boundless water.

They want to remove the pain from the soul and uproot the fear from the memory.

But this new bounty hunter is having a headache at the moment because of a small thing.

No, maybe it was a big deal for him.

"Can't you eat this?"

"No! There's more."

The immortal hugged the firewood he had just chopped in the afternoon and said helplessly.

"No, learn from me and speak!"

"oh."

The stupid dog with blond hair and red eyes lowered his head in embarrassment.

But that thing looks really good!

Volume 3: Travels of Terra Travelers

Volume 3: Travels of Terra Travelers

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59. Strange bounty hunter

In February, the chill is still there.

It is still the depth of winter in the villages near Kjerag.

In this country that is covered with ice and snow all year round, snowfall and even mountain and road closures are common.

Therefore, people living in Kjerag also habitually use "Snowland" to refer to their beloved motherland.

They believe in gods and have their own religious culture.

And it seems that precisely because of the existence of God in their mouths, Kjerag has hardly suffered from natural disasters.

Therefore, Kjerag has become one of the few countries on the continent of Terra that does not rely on mobile cities for survival.

It is precisely because of the existence of religious culture and the weather that snows all year round.

As a result, Kjerag lacks communication with the outside world, and the cities and villages here are still at a less developed stage.

Fortunately, in recent years, the rise of a company called Kalan Trading has brought more advanced technology and home appliances to Kjerag from the outside world, and is gradually changing Kjerag's current situation.

But this small village called Youquan still retains a relatively primitive atmosphere.

Wood and stone bricks are almost everything that makes up the village buildings.

Thick layers of snow covered the roofs and the ground. Anyone who wanted to move on the streets had to endure the huge snow layer up to their knees before moving within the village.

Ding ding ding...

The wooden door was opened, and the bell hanging on the beam was picked up by the wind and snow blowing outside, making a crisp sound.

A traveler returned from a distance. After closing the door, he took off his hat, shook the snow flakes off, and placed it on the bar table.

Pulling over a stool, the traveler folded his hands together and rubbed them together, then let out a shaky breath.

"A cup of hot milk tea, remember to add two drops of sesame oil. And bring me a piece of stew."

“Would you like more cheese?”

"double."

He lined up a few coins on the table and pushed them to the boss across the bar.

The boss counted the quantity, then turned around and shouted twice into the inner room.

He himself opened the lid of the iron bucket next to him, and the heat and aroma gushed out, making the visiting travelers shrug their noses.

The hot milk tea was put into wooden cups and served at the bar.

"What a hell. The wind and snow today were so heavy that they almost buried me outside!"

Halfway through the words, the traveler picked up the hot milk tea and drank half of it in one gulp without even having time to blow it.

"ha..."

He sighed comfortably and half-closed his eyes, showing an expression of great enjoyment.

"To be honest, if it weren't for your hot milk tea and stewed meat, tonight would be another sleepless night. Maybe I would freeze to death outside."

"Come on, no matter how much you please me, I won't give you a half cent cheaper."

The innkeeper turned around with a smile, placed a plate of stew in front of the traveler, and in front of him, threw the two cheeses next to the plate into the stew.

"No, two dollars."

"Hahahaha! Then I'll start!"

The traveler rubbed his hands, sucked back the saliva that almost fell, picked up the spoon next to him, scooped up a piece of meat and put it into his mouth.

The originally tough pieces of meat have become very soft after being simmered for a long time. When you take a sip, you can mix it with the soup.

Gudong, gudong.

The traveler picked up the stew bowl in front of him and drank up all the soup. Then he put down the bowl and spoon, slumped on the bar, and sighed comfortably.

In such a cold winter, drinking a steaming bowl of stew and finishing with a cup of hot milk tea is the favorite way of enjoyment for the people of Kjerag.

The wind and snow are blocked by the house, and the stove inside the house warms the air. As long as you stay in a place where you can rely on for a while, it is easy to fall asleep directly.

But the traveler obviously had other things to do. He sniffed and took out a letter from his arms.

"No, this is what you want."

The traveler put the letter on the table. It was already late at night and there was no one else in the store. There was no need to worry about being discovered.

"Um..."

The innkeeper picked up the letter on the table, put it skillfully on the counter, and then took out a money bag from the cabinet next to it.

He didn't need to confirm the authenticity, the lacquer seal on the envelope spoke for itself.

In the country of Kjerag, no one would forge his seal, because no one dared to do so.

"This is your reward. Have a good rest before the heavy snow stops. You will be busy later."

The innkeeper confirmed the amount in the money bag again, then threw it to the traveler in front of him, and took the initiative to fill his cup with hot milk tea.

"Thanks."

The traveler took the cup and held it in his hand, enjoying the slightly scalding heat. It was as comfortable as if his hand was soaking in a hot spring, dispelling the remaining chill.

"Speaking of which, how's your business going lately?"

The traveler didn't rush to leave after taking the money bag. He didn't need to work anymore tonight. Before finishing the cup of hot milk tea, he had some free time.

"The heavy snow has blocked the road and wiped out traces. Business should be good, right?"

The traveler leaned against the bar curiously and got a little closer to the store manager.

"You know, I'm not talking about the hotel business, old Setu."

"Since you know, why do you ask even though you already know?"

The store manager, known as Setu, glanced at the traveler in front of him. This guy couldn't stop talking once he was idle.

"Heavy snow has blocked the road, but business is booming. I can't stop collecting commissions, but there's no place for me to go out."

Yes, this is not only a hotel, but also a mission point that provides tasks and rewards for passing bounty hunters.

Bounty hunters will also see the paper posted on the bulletin board in the store.

Generally speaking, bounty hunters are mainly looking for treasure. But where are there so many treasures for bounty hunters to find these days? As a result, many bounty hunters have become mercenaries running back and forth between regions.

They continued the job of killing people and selling goods, and occasionally helped protect goods and escort people.

All in all, as long as you have money and they are paid, they will try their best to complete the task.

The heavy snow closed the mountains and buried all traces of actions. Today's season is a good time to kill people and buy goods.

Those bounty hunters with excellent physical fitness will also choose to make a good fortune during this season. After two months, the wind and snow gradually stop, and then leave Kjerag to look for business elsewhere.

"In the past few days, I have increased the proportion of commissions by five points. This is also the rule of this season."

The corners of Old Setu's mouth turned up slightly, and it was obvious that he had made a lot of money.

"Fifteen percent? You are really dark."

The traveler took a sip of the hot milk tea and sipped the milky fragrance remaining in his mouth.

"Is there anything going on that's worth talking about?"

"Hmph, something worth talking about? Banga, you know my rules."

Old Setu snorted coldly, obviously dissatisfied with Banga's words.