Ark of the Immortal

Even if W doesn't know much about Bloodthorn. But if you mention the first Casimir's athletic knight, you will definitely be able to think of the identity of the man who threw the pillow to her.

Now that everyone already knows the name of Blood Thorn, it is not difficult to guess the identity of the undead man.

As a Casimir Special Championship that is widely spread across the entire continent of Terra, the textbook-level duel between Blood Thorns and Immortal between light armored warriors and sword and shield warriors has also made many people hear about the Battle Knight Immortal. name.

Even if you haven't seen that match at all. But in the conversations after dinner, I always hear this name.

Known as the unprecedented sword and shield knight by Casimir's side.

Therefore, after successfully reaching a cooperation with Scout, W began to turn its focus to the undead.

The undead man listened to Scout's advice and agreed to tear off a small piece of his cloak and give it to W.

At that time, W even joked that she was getting rich? If this cloak fragment were to be auctioned by Casimir, I wonder how many collectors would fight and spend a lot of money just for this piece of black cloth?

Until the immortal said.

"My disciple, help me, repair it."

After a few seconds of silence, W decisively apologized and promised. After the mission is over, if the cloak is still in her hand, she will give it back the next time she meets her.

W's strong desire to survive also made the undead man's attitude slightly better, and he was willing to share his campfire with her to heat canned food. Otherwise, W could only pour those cold fruits and liquids into his digestive tract, which had not eaten for more than ten or twenty hours.

Of course, mercenaries like W are naturally more sensitive to information than others.

After noticing Scout's attitude towards the undead, she immediately asked.

"Are you on Rhode Island's side now?"

"Just a deal."

Strictly speaking, it is indeed just a transaction, but the current situation is indeed that the undead are doing things for Rhode Island.

Although the undead man did not personally admit that he was responsible for the corpse on the snowy field. But W has also gotten the answer she wants. Who else has the ability to reverse the situation?

Therefore, W mentally recalculated the success rate of the Integration Movement's operation in Chernobog, and she had to admit it. If the undead plan to do something special in Qicheng, the difficulties facing the integration movement will increase.

"Why don't you want to find a way to cause some trouble for the integration movement? Huh?"

W immediately began to think of ways to incite the undead to cause trouble. But this idea was immediately noticed by the undead, and they responded positively.

"I have something to look for, the leader of the Integration Movement. But, not now."

The immortal man has not forgotten the answer he found at Longmen.

Wei Yanwu and Shu Wang, as the two local gangsters, gave surprisingly consistent answers. Regardless of whether they were in cahoots or not, this clue was useful enough. At least the leader of the integration movement must be related.

However, before that, the Doctor's attraction to the undead was even greater. Whether it was Kelsey's attitude towards him or the emergency sanity mixture that Rhode Island was able to obtain, it was all left by the doctor.

Therefore, he has no plans to create extraneous problems, and W is only a temporary collaborator now. The Immortal doesn't know enough about W yet, so he can't follow her lead.

Shrugging his shoulders, W didn't think he could really make the undead listen to him. It was just a fact and he wouldn't suffer any disadvantage.

She originally liked to watch the excitement, but she just felt it was a pity.

Everyone stayed in the room for a while.

W and Scout confirmed Garson's location again. Until they arrived at the location of Garson's mercenary camp. Moreover, W asked Scout for some paper, and his memory drew out the location and patrol routes of the entire mercenary camp.

Scout didn't doubt his presence and put the map paper away.

The two were friends before, after all, they were both mercenaries in the past.

Scout chose to live in a good place, while W chose another path. Their focuses were also different.

Scout specializes in stealth, long-range sniping, and intelligence reconnaissance.

Although W is also good at some things that Scout is proficient in, she is better at trap placement and overall layout.

On the battlefield of the previous battle for freedom, the two worked seamlessly together. W arranged all the situations, and Scout, as the key sharp knife, made the final decision.

Even after such a long time, Scout still believed that W would not deceive him because she would not harm His Highness's hard work.

It can be said that they are sympathetic to each other.

"Okay! It's almost done!"

W smiled and put the trail on the table back to his waist, put away a small torn off piece of the undead man's cloak on the table, and then looked out the window.

It was late at night now, and the room was drowsily warm.

"If it weren't for the heavy burden on my body, I really wish I could sleep next to the fire without thinking about anything."

W yawned, but she wasn't actually sleepy. Sleeping peacefully for an afternoon is luxury enough.

"You can leave tomorrow if you want. But I don't recommend it."

Scout put away the map, looked up at his old friend, and said.

"Where are your subordinates? Aren't they anxious?"

"Of course I'm anxious, but don't use the word subordinate to them. Garson has never been easy on me. These guys follow me. I am their leader in name, but in fact they are just here to monitor me. of."

W chuckled, but her eyes became more and more cunning, and she seemed to have thought of some fun things.

"But if I'm not here anymore, they will definitely come looking for me. Maybe they have sneaked over by following the traces I just left."

"Did you lure people here?"

Blood Thorn was stunned for a moment, then came to sit next to the window.

From here he could hear sounds outside.

"Why not? At first I wasn't sure if this was your camp. If not, if something goes wrong, I can still ask them to rescue me. After all, on the surface, we are still on the same side."

The W looks like a piece of double-sided tape. It needs to be stuck on either side, which makes it disgusting.

But then she said.

"But now, I have thought of a better way."

After saying that, she looked at the undead man.

"Mr. Immortal, can you please show your noble hand and give these evil people a punishment?"

"?" The undead man looked at W and asked.

"Why."

"Because this way I can have enough reasons to go back -"

W narrowed her eyes and she said.

"Everyone died, and only one person returned alive. Doesn't this remaining person have the right to explain the entire incident?"

W sounds nice, but in fact there are many loopholes in it, Scout asked.

"But wouldn't it be more suspicious if you go back alone?"

"But I just survived by luck. When did I say that I am no longer a villain?"

W stood up and she gestured to herself.

Clicked on various places on the chest, arms, lower abdomen and thighs.

"If I'm just lucky enough to survive, then no matter what happens, I won't be troubled by him. On the contrary, he will still believe my words. Because I have had a direct confrontation with Mr. Undead."

As she spoke, the crazy woman raised her head and looked at Scout next to her. There seemed to be a devil in her eyes.

"Scout, do you have a doctor here? Can you help me stop the bleeding later?"

Scout opened his mouth, he was so shocked that he was speechless.

This woman is... cruel.

A suit of armor walked on Chernobog Street at night, the armor itself covered by a gray-black robe.

An old man passing by saw this mysterious and dangerous figure in the dark night, frowned, and then quickly left the place with the package on his back.

Something is going to happen, and I hope the kids in the hotel won't notice anything strange here.

But the armor continued to move forward until it reached the end of the road and stopped in front of a huge building.

He pulled off his cloak and hood, exposing the armor full of scratches and burn marks to the air, then turned around and looked at the deserted street.

Although he didn't see anyone behind him, the undead man was already halfway on the road and noticed all the observers passing behind him.

The old man who just passed by him was not a simple person. He had a strong smell on his body, but he did not carry any hostility.

However, these guys hiding behind him are different. You can smell the unbearable fishy smell from a long distance away. Are these the teammates W mentioned?

After confirming the number of people and their location, the undead man raised his right hand, and a golden flash of light appeared out of thin air, lighting up the entire originally dark neighborhood.

The undead man held his right hand empty and formed a spear surrounded by thunder. He leaned back slightly and straightened his right arm.

boom!

The shining lightning hit the sky like a giant cannon, completely blending into the clouds in the dark sky.

There was a flash of thunder in the clouds, and in the blink of an eye there was a roar like the roar of a giant beast.

In an instant, like the anger of a giant god from ancient legends, several huge shining thunder guns shone from the clouds and fell to the ground.

The spy just had time to look at the sudden change in the sky when thunder penetrated his flesh and blood, and scarlet blood spread all over the alley.

Several screams were suppressed by the roaring thunder, making no waves at all.

Miracle (Sunshine, Guns, Rain)

The spy was eliminated in an instant. The undead man retracted his right hand, took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled it.

Although it only restored part of the power of the gods, it was still a bit tiring for the undead.

He could always fight, killing with every part of his body, or he could always use spells and miracles and incantations.

But I want to change the form of using the spell like this. Even allowing it to track the target position according to its own wishes requires a lot of consumption. Accuracy has always been the most troublesome thing, and this is no exception for spells.

Thinking about it this way, Solar only activated some of the original powers of the undead to achieve that terrifying effect.

How strong was he before?

The man who reproduced the miracle turned around, looked at the woman who had been following him in the shadows from beginning to end, and said to her.

"Are you sure, that's all?"

"Eight...nine...well, that's all. There are more than I thought. I thought he had arranged for me to have monitors, so there would be no secrets. In this way It actually helped me solve a lot of trouble."

W twitched the corners of her mouth. She wanted to laugh, but found that she couldn't.

This strength is as powerful as a natural disaster. Only when you see it can you feel lucky. I didn't choose strong means to escape at that time. It was the right decision.

"okay."

After making sure that all the remaining tail ends are resolved, you can continue to execute the plan as planned.

Then, the undead man pulled out the red-hot sword from his waist.

The red flames will never go out even if they are far away from the bonfire.

"Ready?"

W shook for a moment and couldn't help but ask.

"Are you sure you can stop the bleeding?"

"If you want, I can recover directly."

"That..."

W looked at the red spiral sword, gritted her teeth and said.

"Come on, I'm ready."

So, the man held the hilt of the sword with his right hand and pulled the woman's shoulder with his left hand.

laugh!

The moment the hot sword blade penetrated the body, it burned the wound. But the severe pain still caused the originally beautiful face to twist, and beads of sweat rolled down her face.

Until the sword left his body, W grabbed the undead man's arm and was speechless in pain.

The flame wasn't just burning her wounds, it was burning her soul.

Let her better understand her original self and what she lives for.

"alright?"

"No... not enough!"