Ark of the Immortal

"Ceobo...ceobo, Ceobo."

After finishing speaking, the undead man himself was stunned for a moment.

He was sure that he had never seen such writing. Just as he could recognize the writing written by the Casimir people, he could also recognize this ancient language.

Although it was a bit awkward, he spelled the name accurately.

"Ceobe!"

The girl's eyes widened, and the tail behind her began to sway from side to side.

"Ceobe!"

The undead man glanced at the girl next to him.

Why can't you pronounce my name so accurately?

"Yeah! Keob! Keob!"

The girl seemed to like this name very much. She raised the ax and stared at the words on the ax handle and grinned.

After traveling around the entire continent of Terra for a week, she finally found her own name.

Waking up in an unknown place, like an immortal.

In the beginning, she just wielded the ax that was always by her side just to survive, and she also had friends and partners.

She has met good people and bad people. Her animalistic instincts allowed her to successfully survive in this world. But it also greatly hindered her communication with other people.

Someone told her that this might be ancient Minoan writing, so she determined her target, Minoan.

Now, after traveling around the entire continent of Terra for a week, I finally found my own name.

No one knows how she ended up walking on this land full of suffering. But the dark crystals on her skin attest to the dangers of this journey.

The undead man watched the girl excitedly jumping around the campfire for a long time.

Finally, because of the sleepiness of the journey, he sat down by the campfire, and soon he was wrapped in the robe of the undead and fell into a dream.

"Zzzzzzzzzzz"

The undead man reached out and took two logs from the firewood pile nearby, threw them into the fire in front of him, and remained silent.

After Keobei wakes up, there is still a journey ahead waiting for them, and this is just a small episode.

For the undead, this is a journey with no end.

If he had to have a goal, it would be to collect all knowledge related to him.

The undead can go south, north, or anywhere, but he cannot stay.

He is an exile who has lost his past, driven by memories to pursue his past.

But the undead are never far from their resting place.

Just because the flame burning on the campfire is the hometown of the immortal.

65. Answer seeker

The next morning, when Keob woke up, the undead man was still reading the book in his hand.

"ha..."

Kyobe rubbed his eyes. The quality of his sleep in the past two days has been good. Compared with the frightened days before, being able to sleep next to a warm bonfire without worrying about the danger of his own life is already a good treatment. .

Although I have never seen Fudie Leng take action, nor have I seen him wield the giant sword behind his back. But Kyobe's animal instinct told her that the undead were very strong, very strong!

This is why Kyobe's reaction was so violent when the undead met her on the first day.

She is not very afraid of humans, but the feeling of the undead is completely different from that of humans.

That is not the aura that a creature like human beings can exude. For a wanderer like her with strong senses, it was simply a burning fire.

And the animality in her bones drove her to pick up her own weapons and face the undead.

Fortunately, the undead do not judge whether they are their enemies based on whether they pick up weapons.

Hearing Keob's movement, the undead man glanced at it, put away the books in his hands, and prepared to draw the spiral sword.

When the sword cooled down in the snow, the undead man was about to turn around and tell Keob to leave.

"!!" Keob had already put on his robe and tied his weapons behind his back, looking at the undead man excitedly.

The undead man reached out and rubbed the blonde silly dog's head, then turned and walked out of the temporary camp.

"gone."

Ceob bounded into the snow, following the tall figure in front.

The travelers in the snowfield are not just the two immortals.

In this ancient country, walking is a very normal way of communication between villages.

Especially when the mountains are blocked by heavy snow, messenger has become Kjerag's permanent occupation.

It is precisely because they have connected the communication between villages and allowed relatives and friends to communicate with each other that the status of messengers has also continued to rise.

Even if there are robbers or bounty hunters with ulterior motives. After knowing that the other party is a messenger, they will let them go.

After all, they sometimes need the help of messengers.

In the most central area of ​​Kjerag, that is, at the foot of the Kalan Holy Mountain of Kjerag, this is the center of Kjerag, and it is also the specific area that "Snow Land" refers to in the daily language of Kjerag people.

Gods live on the sacred mountain of Kalan, and there are priests and saints who maintain the communication between the gods and the people.

The saint is a noble person who can communicate directly with the gods.

The one who maintains the saint's daily life and normal religious activities is the Manzhuyuan affiliated to Kjerag.

Although people have never seen gods, the orders given by the Saint and Manzhu Academy can always prevent them from disaster.

Therefore, the saint has an extraordinary status in people's hearts.

Now, the latest saint election is about to begin, and this election seems to contain other shadows.

At least the three clan councils in charge of the Snow Realm have other opinions on a certain company that has recently emerged.

Kalan Trading is an industry founded by the current head of the Shivaash family, Enxiodis Shivaash.

Compared with Kjerag's local trade group, Kalan Trade introduces the latest products on the Terra continent from outside.

Various modern industrial products and novel gadgets began to be sold in Kjerag, bringing new vitality to this land.

But the three-community council didn't think so. They had their own calculations in mind.

"Hey, have you heard? During the ceremony a few days ago, the elder's sister was selected by divine decree and became a candidate for the saint!"

"Huh? Really?"

People were talking on the road.

It is not far from the Kalan Holy Mountain, and the people living here are always the first to know information about the snow realm.

In this small town called Bi Falcon, people have begun to prepare for the election of a new saint.

They need to collect nearby resources and props needed for the election and send them to the snow realm to lay the foundation for the election in the snow realm.

And it was on days like this that a young woman came to Bifalon Town.

She came here to seek answers, even though she didn't know whether her trip would be successful.

My friend was experiencing unbearable pain, and her soul was being squeezed and torn apart.

Now, as someone of the same kind, I cannot stay out of it.

Before the truth is found out, this period of time without the intrusion of her hometown is her best opportunity to seek answers.

Squeak...

Skadi pushed open the wooden door in front of him and saw the scene inside.

Although it is still the season of heavy wind and snow, because the saint election needs to be held, this period of time in Bifalcon Town can be considered lively.

There are many visitors from out of town, and even the hotels on the roadside are overcrowded.

"Sorry, guest, we cannot provide accommodation services at the moment. We only provide food and beverage services."

The middle-aged woman at the bar was concentrating on mixing the wine that needed to be brought out. When she raised her head and looked at the guest, she realized that the entire hotel was dead silent.

The woman who walked in seemed to have silently sealed the mouths of all the visitors, making them lower their heads and not dare to look further.

"A portion of stewed meat and a glass of water."

Skadi said, taking out a few silver coins from his arms and throwing them on the bar.

"hurry up."

"Ah, okay."

The waitress didn't know Skadi. She was just frightened by the sudden silence and spoke timidly.

Soon, a piece of stewed animal meat was served on the bar, and mountain spring water was put in a wooden cup and handed to Skadi.

"Please use it slowly."

The female shopkeeper said respectfully and then returned to the inner room.

Skadi picked up the spoon placed beside him, scooped up a piece of stewed rotten animal meat and put it into his mouth.

There were also some hot broth and pieces of meat in her mouth, dispelling the chill from her body.

While she was eating, another bad old man walked out of the inner room.

When he saw Skadi, he immediately understood what was happening.

"The famous Skadi came to Kjerag. It's really rare."

After Skadi destroyed the stewed beast meat at an extremely fast speed, he spoke.

"For the bounty, or some special treasure?"

"neither."

Skadi pushed out the empty bowl in front of her, picked up the tissue next to her and wiped the corners of her mouth. She raised her head and looked at the man in front of her.

The old man raised his head unexpectedly and asked.

"You want to see me if you have something to do?"

"Private matter."

Skadi asked as she picked up the great sword lying beside her and hung it behind her.

"Is it convenient to go in and have a chat?"

"Um..."

The old man thought for a moment, looked around again, and finally nodded.

"Come in and speak slowly."

Skadi crossed the bar and entered the back room of the hotel.

In fact, it is a hotel, and it is also one of the several contact points of the bounty hunter organization in this country.

They maintain the balance of the local bounty hunter population, ensuring that there is no overcrowding, while also providing services to the bounty hunters.

Just like the stronghold over there in Old Setu.

Everyone who is responsible for the operation of the bounty hunter base has considerable experience to support their operations.

And these people in charge also know those bounty hunters with extraordinary strength. When they show up, in addition to chasing bounties and treasures, it usually means something big is going to happen.

The old man pointed to one of the chairs and motioned for Skadi to sit, while he sat on the other chair.

Skadi declined the offer and instead stood leaning against the wall.

"Tell me what happened. I hope you won't scare me."

The old man looked at Skadi angrily.

He still remembered that the last time this guy came, a big event happened in the Snow Realm, which almost alarmed the three clan councils.

I really don’t know why this guy came back this time.

"I didn't take the mission this time."