Ark Undead

The immortal looked down at her and said.

"Yes, keep up with me. No, fall behind."

"Okay! I understand!"

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

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

"Friend! Name!"

"Undead, what about you?"

"I don't have a name!"

After a while, another sound rang out.

"Can you eat what's on your back?"

"That's firewood, you can't eat it. Also, don't imitate my speech!"

"Oh."

The girl stared longingly at the firewood behind her friend.

That thing can bring warmth from the flames, so it must taste pretty good, right?

64. His name is Kroos!

Life on the snowy plains is not easy.

First, the weather is uncertain, and the timing of snowfall cannot be predicted.

Fortunately, the likelihood of natural disasters in the country of Shelag is low. Therefore, there's no need to worry about major catastrophes that could threaten survival.

Speaking of natural disasters, the Undead have never encountered one since they left Kazimierz.

He found that thing quite intriguing and wanted to take some time to observe it up close.

After all, the world is experiencing such a major disaster, which is worth understanding in a certain sense.

Aside from the weather itself, whether they can find a place to stay overnight is also a major problem.

The immortal herself is fine, but with a little follower behind her, she has to consider her health.

On the first day, the Undead continued on their way as usual until late at night, but the wanderers behind them were the first to give up.

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

The blonde girl had finished all the pies halfway through the first day's journey. She also didn't have time to stop and bake the several pieces of meat she was carrying, forcing her to passively follow the Undead.

In the dead of night, as a heavy snowstorm raged, the wanderer, clutching his robe tightly, accidentally bumped into a tree.

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

The immortal heard the noise and turned around to look, only then remembering that there was a little guy following him.

They quickly found a place nearby where they could shelter from the wind and snow and put her down.

He then took out two more pieces of firewood from behind him and broke them into small branches.

He thrust his spiral longsword into the snow, dug through the snow layer, and arranged firewood around the sword.

Then, he spread his five fingers and extended his right hand.

laugh...

First a tiny spark appeared on the blade, and then it quickly ignited the firewood below.

The heatwave that spread as it was lit swept away the surrounding snow, creating a space for the two to rest.

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

She was about to throw the meat chunks into the fire, roll them around a couple of times, and start roasting them when the Undead took them and handed them to her.

"Give me."

The girl, bewildered, handed the piece of meat to the immortal.

Then they saw flames suddenly ignite in the hands of the undead.

The flames, as if they had a physical form, extended from the undead's hand and enveloped the entire chunk of flesh.

It's like wearing a cloak of flames.

A moment later, the Undead waved his hand again, and the flames enveloping the chunk of flesh disappeared with the passing wind, leaving only a softened piece of flesh.

He then pierced the piece of meat with a thin piece of firewood and handed it to the girl.

"!!" The girl looked at the softened piece of meat in her hand, lowered her head, poked the meat with her finger, and then looked up at the undead.

Then he looked down again, poked at the piece of meat, and looked up at the immortal.

The Undead nodded, just as he was about to speak.

Awoo!

She opened her mouth and bit into the piece of meat, the blood that had been trapped inside seeping out along with her teeth marks.

"??" The immortal quickly reached out and tore the piece of flesh off the little girl's mouth.

"I'm here to let you bake!"

The girl must have been starving. She bit into a piece of mostly raw meat and chewed it in her mouth. Before she could chew it more than a few times, she swallowed it.

After swallowing it, he stared at the piece of meat in the immortal's hand.

"Meat."

"..."

The Undead sighed. It seemed that the little guy couldn't listen to anyone when he was hungry.

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

The aroma of oil wafted along with the dripping water from the meat chunks, and the girl stared at the meat chunks in the undead man's hand, drool already overflowing from the corners of her mouth!

A minute later, the Undead seemed to notice that a patch on the outer shell had turned black, so he withdrew the flames.

I took a closer look. It was radiating heat, and some parts were almost charred. This level should be about right, right?

"eat."

Only then did the immortal hand the piece of meat to the little guy.

The girl's eyes widened as she took the piece of meat from the undead's fork and bit into it.

"Waaaaah!!"

She got burned; the homeless woman almost burned a lump on her lip. She quickly opened her mouth wide, stuck out her tongue, and kept breathing.

Trying to reduce the burning pain with cold air.

She pursed her lips again, and only after the meat had cooled down a little did she stare at the food in front of her and open her mouth again.

She took a big bite of the fat and meat, and the slightly hot food made her chew happily.

The cheeks puffed out on both sides of the mouth, and when chewing, it looked like a little squirrel.

The Undead picked up a second piece of meat, thawed it with flames, and then threw it into the fire to roast slowly.

Using magical fire was merely to thaw raw meat. If the witches of Izalith knew that their knowledge had been used for this, they'd probably be furious by now.

By the time the second piece of meat was almost cooked, the first piece had been completely devoured by the little girl.

Although the inside was still somewhat raw, while the outside was completely charred, a living person wouldn't know how to cook.

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

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

Then she handed the piece of meat to the Undead.

"eat!"

The immortal shook his head, he said.

"Don't eat."

Aren't you hungry?

I'm not hungry.

"Stealing food?"

"??" The Undead didn't know how the girl came to such a conclusion, but he still spoke up.

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

"No need, want something to eat?"

"No, don't imitate me, speak like me!"

"Oh."

The little girl withdrew her outstretched hand, without doubting the man's claim that he was not dead.

She seemed to lack a lot of common sense; at the very least, she didn't find it strange that undead people didn't need to eat.

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

It's just really inconvenient at times.

One can imagine that from time to time, some inexplicable things will be scooped out of her mouth.

In fact, in the distant past, immortals were also normal people; they ate food and enjoyed delicious food.

I don't know when it started, but a black ring appeared on my body.

That was a sign that the first flame had been extinguished, a curse, and the beginning of a legend.

But the current Undead can't remember anymore. He has forgotten his former identity and only remembers the fact that he walked out of the Northern Undead Asylum.

This dark ring also deprived him of all rights to enjoy food; he lost his sense of taste.

Sometimes, even the undead will think when they see others eating.