Ark of the Immortal

The dark clouds in the sky gathered together, blocking the sun's rays, and the forest became dark again.

It can be predicted that there will be heavy snowstorms again soon.

After going out in the morning, until now, the immortal has not returned to the cave to add firewood.

Counting the time, if we don't add more fire, the bonfire will be extinguished.

It's really troublesome, the previous bonfires never go out.

The undead man thought about what was there and what was not. He had already seen his cave.

The first thing I did when I returned to the cave was to pick out two twigs of firewood suitable for rapid burning from the firewood pile nearby and throw them into the bonfire in front of me.

After the flames jumped up fiercely again, two more thick firewood were thrown in.

Speaking of which, the undead man had been staying in Kjerag for quite some time. Counting the departure time of the journey, it was about more than a month.

He also sorted out the memories in his mind during this time.

Perhaps it was the power left behind by Solar. The undead man clearly felt that his previously slow thinking had become clearer and brighter, and those forgotten things were also put together by the undead man.

Whether he walked out of the Northern Undead Yard, came to the Land of Kings with Oscar, or met Solar on the bridge outside the Undead Town, he recalled all of them.

Now, these distant pasts clearly emerge in the mind of the undead.

As for why he stayed in Kjerag, it was also the decision of the undead to collect information.

He wanted to use the culture and background of these countries to determine how long had passed and whether there had been other changes.

Especially what Solar once said. He said that the undead once woke up on this continent, but now they have forgotten it.

When was that? What did he do again?

If you want to know these, you can only find the answers while traveling.

Stirring the burning wood in the bonfire with the branches in his hands, the undead man was thinking about it.

Or go back to the village later, use the money you saved to buy some firewood, and ask Old Setu if there is any other news about the giant bear.

Now, he is completely accustomed to being a bounty hunter.

Except for rarely asking for money as a reward, he is no different from other bounty hunters.

Late at night, the wind and snow had already blown up, scattering silvery white debris to the earth, trying to cover up all traces.

The woman walked through the wind and snow in Youquan Town. She came to one of the houses in Youquan Town, stretched out her slender fingers, and knocked lightly on the door.

"Who?"

A male voice came from the door, the voice was weak and small. If you don't listen carefully, you will never hear someone shouting and asking.

"I."

When a woman speaks, she wants the man at the door to hear her clearly.

The man seemed to recognize who it was. He opened the door to reveal a crack, and then looked out through the crack.

After seeing clearly who it was, he opened the door a little wider and looked outside to make sure there was no one else before opening it wide enough for one person to pass through.

"Come in quickly! Don't let others find out!"

The woman walked into the room and the man immediately closed the door.

Dim candles illuminated the room, but the light was dim and mixed with traces of clutter, giving it a slightly scary atmosphere.

But the layout of the room is unexpectedly elegant, and the bookshelves surrounded by books also add an academic atmosphere to the whole room.

But the only drawback is that there are a lot of heavy books scattered on the carpet inside the room, and there are also several pieces of paper used for recording scattered beside it.

The man's eyes were sunken into the sockets, and the whites of his eyes were already covered with bloodshot eyes. His whole face was yellow and lifeless. He turned around nervously and looked at the woman leaning against the wall.

"You came alone?"

"if not."

The woman asked in confusion.

"No one will follow me."

"Very good, very good. I don't want what I found to be heard by others."

The man seemed to be relieved. He still held the pen he had been using for recording in his hand. During the gap between words, he opened his mouth and bit hard on the end of the pen. Then he hurried to the carpet in the hall and squatted down.

He grabbed a piece of paper from the side, reached out and continued to write something on the piece of paper, and opened the book from time to time, trying to find something from the literature.

The woman carried a large sword on her back and leaned against the wall in silence, waiting for the man to complete his transcription.

But time gradually passed, and the man showed no tendency to stop. He found a book, then picked up another book, and kept reading the words on it.

The woman was also a little impatient and spoke.

"How much longer?"

A female voice asked indifferently, but she didn't seem to be in a hurry at all, leaning against the wall with her arms folded.

"Just a moment! Just a moment! Skadi, just wait!"

The man's voice was full of anxiety and uneasiness.

But what is puzzling is that there is a faint smile on his face.

"Wait a little longer, wait a little longer, and you'll know..."

The book in his hand seemed to have magic power. He kept flipping through it, and he couldn't take his eyes off the page.

His right hand kept writing messy and wild handwriting on the paper.

The woman called Skadi seemed to notice something strange. She frowned slightly and asked uncertainly.

"Are you copying documents related to oriopathy?"

"Wait a minute! Wait a minute!"

The man lowered his head and murmured something softly. His right hand was writing faster and faster, and the handwriting was so messed up that it was completely unclear.

"Wait a moment...Skaty...soon..."

Rather than recording words, it is better to say that it is outlining some pattern.

Skadi raised his right hand and held the sword on his back.

"Can you hear me? Answer me, Dales, are you copying documents related to ore disease? Answer me!"

Her tone gradually became stern, and she took off the sword with the hand holding the hilt and pointed it diagonally at the ground.

Dales finally heard Skadi's voice and raised his head.

"Scadi...I heard..."

He had a weird and wild smile on his face, drool dripped down his chin, and his eyeballs had completely turned a deep black.

Only now did Skadi notice that the teeth in Dales' mouth had turned into spikes. After the first row of teeth, a second row of teeth continued to grow, and within just a few seconds, a third row of teeth also emerged from the inside of the mouth.

The man known as Dales let out a meaningless whine and spoke the last words.

"I hear... His voice... Skadi... follow me..."

The fingers holding the pen softened in just one second, and the joints seemed to melt, completely turning into soft root limbs.

As Dales' head kept shaking, his originally black hair fell out, and his withered skin gradually became shiny.

But this luster is caused by the mucus seeping out of the skin and reflecting the dim light of the candle.

"Follow me...back to your homeland...back to...His..."

Hiss!

Before he could finish speaking, a huge sword came up from bottom to cut open the man's body.

A huge amount of green liquid burst out, and tiny granules sprouted at the section, wanting to embrace each other and sew them back together.

But a special energy lingered on the section, and the fleshy sprouts were entangled with each other, but they could never merge into one.

"..."

Skadi lowered her head and looked at Dales in front of her. The two separated body parts still stretched out her hands that had turned into soft limbs.

Then, the big sword cut through the flesh and blood again, completely cutting off Dales' completely deformed head.

The limbs twitched and tried to come back together. But the monster that lost its core finally stopped struggling after twitching.

Skadi sighed softly, her silver-white hair hanging down, half-covering her face.

The indifference in his voice remained as before, but there seemed to be a hint of regret and self-blame in the red pupils looking at the cold corpse.

"sorry."

...

"Hey, Iron Bucket, are you listening? Hello?"

Old Setu reached out and knocked on the table in front of him, trying to get the undead man in front of him to turn his attention back.

The undead man stood up. He was stunned for a moment, looked at Old Setu in front of him, and then spoke.

"Feel sorry."

"It's obviously you who came to ask me questions, but you're still not paying attention. It's true."

While complaining, Old Setu poured a spoonful of hot milk tea into his cup and took a sip.

The undead man frowned.

Just now, he seemed to notice a somewhat familiar aura at a certain moment, as if it was the hostility of an enemy he had killed before, but the target was not him.

Who is coming?

The undead man keeps searching in his mind, but can never find the answer

But that breath was suddenly cut off before it could grow in strength and disappeared from the undead's perception.

The heavy wind and snow also disrupted the immortal's perception, making it impossible for him to tell where the weak breath came from just now.

"Is it an illusion..."

The undead man muttered softly.

"What illusion?"

Old Setu heard the whispers of the undead and asked subconsciously.

"nothing."

The undead man shook his head, he couldn't even explain this thing himself.

"Anyway, thank you."

He picked up something on the bar, a bag of bait made of minced meat. This is what Old Setu helped him get in the afternoon.

It is said that if you apply this stuff on the trunk of a tree, the smell will spread far away.

Hungry beasts will follow the scent to find injured prey.

Although it will attract some other beasts, it is better than nothing.

"go Go."

Old Setu waved his hand, and he was ready to close the door.

As before, he went to the woodshed behind Old Setu's yard and picked up a bundle of firewood. The undead man put the key on the lampstand and left the yard.

Braving the wind and snow, the undead walked out of Old Setu's yard.

There is no way to hunt at night. We can only wait and see if the wind and snow will be lighter during the day tomorrow, and then go out and figure out a solution.

While walking towards his cave, the undead man was still thinking about the aura he had just sensed.

Deep, sticky, and full of endless longing.

But the strange thing is that there is no matching character in his memory.

Moreover, the aura disappeared so quickly that even the undead could no longer tell the difference.

Having already seen the dim lights in the darkness, wind and snow, the undead man put his thoughts away and continued walking faster.

Tonight is reading time again. There are still a few books I haven’t started yet. Which ones should I read tonight...

"..."