Ark of the Immortal

The undead man looked at the book in his hand while the girl ate the undercooked meat piece after piece.

Until the girl swallowed the last piece of meat with satisfaction.

She licked her oil-stained hands with endless interest, scraped the oil from her mouth and cheeks with her fingers, then put it into her mouth and sucked twice.

belch.

The girl opened her mouth and burped roughly.

Hair stuck to his cheeks with grease, mixed with dirt and blood on his hair shaft.

After sitting against the campfire for a while, the food he swallowed gradually turned into heat in his stomach.

The wanderer subconsciously wanted to get close to the warm flame, so he supported the floor and crawled forward slightly.

She could realize that the bonfire belonged to the person next to her and she was just borrowing it.

So, not daring to get too close to the ground, the girl stopped when she was still about two meters away from the bonfire.

She stretched out her hands and feet, hoping that the cold and wet wounds would be soothed by the warm fire.

After sitting for a while, the girl slowly lay on the ground.

The warm fire and the feeling of fullness after eating made her eyelids heavier.

Woo...

The girl let out an incomprehensible whimper. She subconsciously reached out and grabbed the ax placed next to her, as well as another random weapon.

Clutching her spear and hatchet, the girl curled up into a ball and closed her tired eyes happily.

Being able to have a full stomach after the battle and find a warm place to sleep without worrying about getting wet in the rain.

This is her humble happiness.

Zzzzzzzzzzzzz...

After a while, a faint whirring sound came from her throat.

The sound was very small and would not affect people doing other things, but it confirmed that she was sleeping peacefully.

When the undead man heard this voice, he looked up.

The girl, who was covered in injuries, hugged the weapon tightly with both hands and lay asleep in the mud next to the campfire.

The scars on her face were also covered with a shiny black substance, a mixture of dirt and grease.

The blond hair was dull, with blood splattered on it and twisted into a ball.

But she slept peacefully, with saliva flowing down the corners of her slightly opened mouth, as if she had eaten delicious food in her dream.

I don't know what she has been through. Although her body looks very petite, there are scars left from fighting everywhere, and she also has a vigilance that is not suitable for her age.

Just a simple piece of meat and a warm campfire can satisfy her needs.

...

The undead man sighed softly and took off his hood from his head.

He reached out, unbuttoned the robe at the shoulders, and took off the entire robe from his body.

He stood up and gently covered the girl with his robe.

The girl frowned slightly, but when she felt the warm and soft cloth, her frown gradually relaxed.

He reached out and grabbed the cloth, retracted his exposed feet and hid them under the robe.

The undead man sat back and continued to look at the book in his hand.

Why wasn't the wanderer driven out of the cave he found?

Maybe it's because the undead see signs of trying to survive.

A girl who dared to fight against giant beasts had scars that only warriors have.

She successfully hunted down the hunter who threatened her life and transformed into a hunter.

Isn't this what she is trying to do to survive on this land?

That's just like how he, as an immortal, once struggled in the continent of Lordland.

The right to live is already in her hands. In this case, let her enjoy the joy of victory.

After victory, there should be good wine and good food, right?

At this moment, the girl's throat voice is intertwined with the crackling sound of firewood, creating a warm atmosphere amidst the howling rain and snow.

63. You are a good person! Friend!

Warm flames lingered around her, and the wanderer once again murmured in her sleep. But after feeling the warm cloth covering her body, she slowly opened her eyes.

The ax and spear in his arms became warm under the influence of body temperature, and the cave was no longer dark at this time.

The sunlight pouring in from the cave entrance made the wanderer realize in a short time that it was already the morning of the next day.

The girl sat up from the ground, stretched her hands and yawned.

ha--

She rubbed the dust from the corners of her eyes, and then she realized that she was covered with a layer of familiar brown-gray cloth.

In doubt, the girl looked around.

But there was no one in this cave at this time, only the flames were beating, and the bonfire was still burning.

Two thick pieces of firewood were half burned, which seemed to indicate that their owner had been out for a long time.

In addition, the girl also noticed that the head of her prey also disappeared, and the neck that was separated from the head showed signs of being torn apart by a huge force.

He took the bear's head?

The girl tilted her head, not quite understanding what that thing was for. Could it be that he was hungry and wanted to find a place to eat his skull?

Gulu...

Suddenly, the sound coming from her belly made the girl swallow a mouthful of saliva subconsciously.

The consumption caused by fierce fighting cannot be easily replenished.

The wounds on her body also needed more nutrients to repair. At this time, the girl was once again hungry.

Hunger made the girl turn her attention to the large piece of flesh and blood placed aside again. She picked up the knife in her hand and cut several more pieces on the piece of meat.

Despite having been put out for a night. But it was already in a low-temperature environment, and it was still quite far away from the bonfire.

The meat remains quite fresh.

She was hungry, so she wanted to eat.

On the other side, someone walked into the village holding a head in his hand.

The villagers who saw him couldn't help but stare at the object in his hand.

It was the head of a giant beast with snow-white fur.

The roaring head makes those who stare at it shudder.

And the undead man opened the door of the hotel under the gaze of the villagers.

Ding ding ding...

The wind and snow blew the bells hanging on the eaves, making a sweet sound.

After the undead man entered the hotel, he immediately looked towards him and saw the head in his hand.

The hotel was surprisingly quiet, which was not consistent with the feeling the undead had every time they first came to the hotel.

He looked around and saw the woman standing next to the counter.

The undead can sense the aura of strength from her body, and the sword on her back also shows that she is a brave warrior.

The undead man was silent and came to the other side of the bar. He placed the giant sword on his back next to the bar and gently placed his head on the table, trying not to disturb the communication between the woman on the other side and Old Setu.

Old Setu naturally saw the undead man walking in, and he waved to the undead man as a greeting.

The immortal nodded, indicating that he should be busy with his own business first.

This, and this.

The woman's cold voice spoke unabashedly, not caring at all that anyone heard the conversation between the two, and she also didn't care about the silent bounty hunters around her.

It's done, this is proof.

As she spoke, the woman handed two items representing nameplates to the old Setu in front of her.

Old Setu took the paper. He first compared the documents on it, and then took the nameplate and looked at it carefully.

After a moment, he raised his head and said respectfully to the woman in front of him.

This is a cross-regional bounty mission. I don't have the right to pay you directly. It will take some time.

Can.

The woman nodded without any emotion, as if she was used to such an answer.

I'll come back tomorrow.

Thank you for your understanding.

Old Setu bowed gently to the woman in front of him.

The woman stretched out her hand to straighten the cloth belt that was hooked on the sword and turned around to leave the hotel.

The immortal also saw her face at this moment.

With red pupils and delicate and regular facial features, she looks like a doll.

But it is a pity that there is a surprising indifference on this face whose beauty cannot be summed up by just one word: beautiful.

It was not a deliberate act of indifference, but a habit of keeping a distance from everyone unintentionally and not wanting to have too much contact.

She felt the eyes observing her, and also saw the undead looking at her.

At that moment, all the muscles in her body tensed instantly, her pupils shrank unconsciously, and she held the big sword behind her.

She could feel the power of the observer, and she could also feel the familiar yet intimidating aura.

This is definitely not a good sign, it is like a memory engraved deep in the soul.

As long as you feel this breath, you will feel the pain of being pierced and burned.

But she strangely didn't detect any hostility at all, and couldn't detect any intention of attacking from him.

And the man just sat there, his gray-white armor seemed to have been burned by the flames, and became somewhat misty and black.

He nodded to Skadi, then looked away, as a greeting to her.

Skadi also nodded slightly to him, then turned around and pushed open the hotel door to leave.

Walking out of the hotel, Skadi took a deep breath in the cold air.

The coolness in her lungs also allowed her to gradually open up her nervous mind.

Since last night, the calls from her homeland have been ringing in her ears, keeping her awake all night.

Dales' death was just the beginning, and she would never get rid of it easily.

This is the friendly call of her hometown to those who stay away from her, and it is also the clarion call for the pursuers to attack.

Skadi knew she was being targeted again. Can't stay anywhere until facing the next hunt.

However, along with the trembling and burning sensation on the skin, the voice calling in the ear disappeared in an instant.

It was like a ferocious beast that saw its natural enemy and instantly retracted its head.

Skadi remembered this man, the bounty hunter in gray armor, and the giant sword in his hand.

If such a huge weapon is only used to hunt humans, it really does not meet its purpose.

Putting away his thoughts, Skadi shook his head.

She knew she had never seen this man before, but he was sitting there, making her feel scared.

Skadi couldn't figure out what it was like to feel like this, but she knew at least one thing.

In a short period of time, my hometown will be far away from me. At least now, she can no longer sense any atmosphere of her hometown.