Ark of the Immortal

The undead man looked down at her and said.

"Follow me if you want. Don't fall behind."

"Ok, I know!"

The huge body blocked the cold wind in front of him, allowing the girl in a cloth robe to barely keep up with his speed.

So, in the cold snowfield, a tall figure walked in front, and another slightly petite figure followed a few steps behind him.

"Friend! Name!"

"Immortal, how about you."

"I don't have a name!"

After a while, there was another sound.

"Can you eat from your back?"

"That's firewood, you can't eat it. And no, don't learn what I say!"

"oh."

The girl stared longingly at the firewood behind her friend.

That thing can bring warm flames, so it shouldn’t taste bad, right?

Sixty-four. The name is! Keobei!

Life in the snowfield is not easy.

First of all, it is impossible to determine the weather and predict the timing of snow.

Fortunately, the possibility of natural disasters in Kjerag's country is low. Instead, you don’t have to worry about major disasters that affect your survival.

Speaking of natural disasters, the undead have not encountered a single natural disaster since Casimir left.

He was quite curious about that thing and wanted to take some time to observe it up close.

After all, such a catastrophe in the world itself is worth understanding in a sense.

In addition to the influence of the weather itself, whether there is a place for them to stay overnight is also a big problem.

The undead man himself was fine, but with a little follower behind him, he had to consider her body to some extent.

On the first day, the immortals continued to move forward as usual until late at night, but the wanderers behind them were the first to lose their hold.

To combat cold weather, energy itself is the primary issue that humans need to consider.

The blonde girl had eaten all the pies halfway through the first day of march. And she didn't have time to stop roasting the several pieces of meat she brought with her, so she passively followed the undead all the time.

And it was late at night when the wind and snow were blowing hard. The wanderer hugged his robe tightly and accidentally bumped into a tree.

At this time, she was so hungry that she felt dizzy and her body was constantly getting cold.

The undead man looked back when he heard the noise, and then he remembered that there was a little guy following behind him.

He quickly found a nearby place that was slightly sheltered from the wind and snow and put her down.

Then he took out two sticks of firewood from behind and broke them into small branches.

He poked the spiral sword he carried with him under the snow, dug up the snow layer, and placed a pile of firewood around the sword.

Then, he spread his fingers and stretched out his right hand.

laugh...

First, a small spark appeared from the blade of the sword, and then it quickly ignited the firewood below.

The heat wave that spread at the moment of ignition swept away the surrounding snow layer, creating a space for the two of them to rest.

The girl finally calmed down a little. She stuck out her tongue, licked her dry and cracked lips, and quickly took out two pieces of meat that were as hard as frozen ground and stone from the cloth bag she was carrying.

She was about to throw the piece of meat into the fire, roll it twice and start roasting it, but the undead man took it into his hand.

"Give me."

The girl ignorantly handed the piece of meat to the undead man.

Then he saw the flames igniting out of thin air in the hands of the undead.

The flame seemed to be shaped, extending from the undead hand and wrapping the entire piece of flesh.

It's like a cloak of flames.

After a while, the undead man waved his hand again, and the flames surrounding the meat disappeared along with the passing wind, leaving only a piece of meat that had softened.

He then inserted a small piece of wood into the piece of meat and handed it to the girl.

"!!" The girl looked at the softened meat in her hands. She lowered her head, stretched out her hand to poke the meat, and then looked up at the undead man.

Then he lowered his head again, poked at the piece of meat, and then looked up at the undead man.

The undead man nodded and was about to speak.

Ouch!

She opened her mouth and bit down on the piece of meat, and all the blood wrapped in it seeped out along with the teeth marks.

"??" The undead man quickly reached out and pulled the piece of meat from the little girl's mouth.

"I'm letting you bake!"

The girl must have been extremely hungry. She bit into a piece of meat that was basically raw and chewed it in her mouth. After chewing a few times, she made a swallowing motion.

After swallowing, he stared at the piece of meat in the undead man's hand.

"Meat."

"..."

The undead man sighed. This little guy seemed to be unable to listen to what others were saying when he was hungry.

He raised his hand again, and flames appeared in his hand, wrapping the piece of meat.

The aroma of oil spreads along the dripping water from the meat. The girl stared at the meat in the undead man's hands, and her saliva was already overflowing from the corner of her mouth!

After a minute, the undead man seemed to see that a piece of the shell had turned black, so he withdrew the flames.

After looking at it, I saw that it was radiating heat and some parts were almost burnt. This should be almost the same, right?

"eat."

The immortal man then handed the piece of meat to the little guy.

The girl's eyes widened as she took the piece of meat in the undead man's hand and bit into it.

"Woo!!"

Being burned, the homeless man almost had a burn on his mouth. She quickly opened her mouth, stuck out her tongue, and kept breathing.

Trying to use cold air to reduce the burning pain.

She pursed her lips again and waited until the temperature of the meat dropped slightly before she stared at the food in front of her and opened her mouth again.

A large piece of fat and solid meat was taken out in one bite, and the food was slightly hot, allowing her to chew happily.

The cheeks on both sides of the mouth bulge, like a squirrel when chewing.

The undead man picked up the second piece of meat, thawed it with flames, then threw it into the fire and roasted it slowly.

Using the magical flames only thaws the frozen raw meat. If the witches of Izalis knew that the knowledge they passed down was being used for this purpose, they would probably be livid with anger by now, right?

When the second piece of meat was almost done, the first piece of meat was completely destroyed by the little girl.

Although the inside is still a little raw and the outside is completely charred, the immortal cannot cook after all.

Relying on his own understanding of things, he took it out of the fire, cooled it slightly on the snowdrift, and threw it to the little girl.

The little girl took the piece of meat. She first glanced at the piece of meat in her hand, and then at the undead man.

Then she handed the piece of meat to the undead man.

"eat!"

The immortal shook his head, he said.

"Don't eat."

"Not hungry?"

"Not hungry."

"Eat on the sly?"

"???" The immortal man didn't know how the girl came to such a conclusion, but he still said it.

"I don't need to eat. You eat."

"No, want to eat?"

"No, learn from me and speak!"

"oh."

The little girl took back the hand she extended, not doubting what the Immortal said.

She seems to lack a lot of common sense. At least she doesn't think it's strange that the undead don't need to eat.

However, this also saves the undead a lot of trouble.

It's just really inconvenient sometimes.

It is conceivable that in the future, some inexplicable things will be pulled out of her mouth from time to time.

In fact, in a long time ago, immortal people were also normal people. They also ate food and could enjoy delicious food.

I don't know since when, there was a black ring on my body.

It was a sign that the first fire was extinguished, a curse, and the beginning of a legend.

But the current undead man can no longer remember it. He has forgotten his previous identity and only remembers the fact that he walked out of the Northern Undead Yard.

And this ring of darkness also caused him to lose all rights to enjoy food, and he lost his sense of taste.

In fact, sometimes, immortal people will think when they see others eating.

Is this food delicious? What does this food taste like?

But unfortunately, his tongue felt nothing but touch.

By the time the girl finished the second piece of meat, she was relieved from hunger.

Licking her fingers with unfinished content, she raised her head again and looked at the man who had been sitting next to her.

He stared at the bonfire in front of him, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Don't be stunned. Where do you want to go?"

"Yes, immortal."

The undead man first tried to correct her accent, then added another sentence.

"I don't know. I'm just walking all the way. There is no end point."

The girl thought for a while and didn't understand what the immortal meant. After all, the reason why she stayed away from warm areas and went to such a cold place was because she had a clear goal.

"I want, find, my name! Go, Minos!"

The girl seemed to remember something, and she took off all the weapons from her back. Then an ax was taken from the pile of weapons.

"Not human! Do you understand this?"

She came close to the undead man and pointed the ax in her hand to the undead man.

The undead man looked over and noticed a line of text carved on the handle of the axe.

Rather than words, they are short drawings. But these simple pictorial signs have their own pronunciation.

A familiar feeling emerged from the undead man's mind, and he could confirm that he recognized such words.

The undead man's voice swirled in his throat, and after a few seconds passed, he finally read the entire line in its entirety.

"Ke... Keou... Keoubo?"

He recited it silently twice more, as if muscle memory made his mouth move automatically, and he quickly corrected his pronunciation.