Ark Undead

Is this food delicious? What does it taste like?

Unfortunately, his tongue could not feel anything except touch.

By the time the girl finished her second piece of meat, she was no longer hungry.

She licked her fingers with lingering satisfaction, then looked up at the man who had been sitting next to her.

He stared at the campfire in front of him, lost in thought.

"Don't be silly, where are you going?"

"Yes, the immortals."

The Undead first tried to correct her accent, then added a sentence.

"I don't know. I'm just walking along. There's no end in sight."

The girl thought for a moment, not understanding what "not dying" meant. After all, the reason she had gone far away from warm areas and come to such a cold place was because she had a clear goal.

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

The girl seemed to remember something, and she untied all the weapons from her back. Then she took out an axe from the pile of weapons.

"It's not human! You... can you even understand this?"

She moved closer to the Undead and pointed out the axe in her hand to him.

The Undead looked over and noticed a line of text engraved on the axe handle.

Rather than words, they are more like short pictures. But these simple pictorial symbols have their own pronunciation.

A sense of familiarity arose in the Undead's mind; he was certain he recognized the script.

The undead's voice lingered in his throat, and after a few seconds, he finally read the entire line.

"Ke...Ke...Ke...Ke...Ke?"

He silently repeated it twice more, and it seemed that muscle memory made his mouth move on its own. He quickly corrected his pronunciation.

“Ceobo...ceobo, Ceobo”

After he finished speaking, even the Undead was stunned for a moment.

He was certain he had never seen such writing before, just as he could recognize the writing of the Qazimirs, he could also recognize this ancient language.

Although he was still a bit unaccustomed to it, he was able to spell out the name correctly.

"Keopatra!"

The girl's eyes widened, and her tail began to wag from side to side.

"Keopatra!"

The immortal glanced at the girl beside him.

Why can't you pronounce my name so accurately?

"Yeah! Kroober! Kroober!"

The girl seemed to like the name very much; she raised the axe, stared at the words on the handle, and grinned.

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

To awaken in an unknown place, like an immortal.

At first, she wielded the axe that was always by her side simply to survive, and she also had friends and companions.

She encountered both good and bad people. Her animalistic instincts allowed her to survive in this world, but they also created significant obstacles to her communication with others.

Someone told her that it might be ancient Minoan script, so she set her sights on Minos.

Now, after traveling around the entire continent of Terra for a week, it has finally found its own name.

No one knows how she has managed to walk this land filled with suffering to this day. But the dark crystals on her skin are proof of the dangers of her journey.

The Undead watched as the girl excitedly jumped and danced around the campfire for a long time.

Finally, exhausted from the journey, he sat down by the campfire and soon fell asleep wrapped in the robes of an undead.

“Zzzzzzzzzz”

The Undead reached into the pile of firewood beside him, took two pieces of firewood, threw them into the fire in front of him, and remained silent.

After Kroos awakens, there is still a long journey ahead for them; this is just a small episode in the story.

For the immortals, this is a journey without end.

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

The immortal can go south or north, go wherever they want, but they cannot stay still.

He is an exile who has lost his past, driven by memories to chase after his former self.

But the Undead never stray far from their resting place.

For the flames burning on that campfire are the homeland of the Undead.

65. The Answer Seeker

The next morning, when Kroos awoke, the Undead were still reading the book in their hands.

"ha..."

Kroos rubbed his eyes. He had been sleeping well for the past two days. Compared to the days when he was always worried, being able to sleep by a warm campfire without having to worry about his life was a great privilege.

Although she had never seen the Undead make a move, nor had she ever seen him wield the greatsword on his back, Kroos's bestial instincts told her that the Undead were strong, incredibly strong!

This is why Kroos reacted so violently when the Undead first encountered her.

She wasn't particularly afraid of humans, but the undead gave her a completely different feeling than humans.

That was an aura that no human being could exude. To a wanderer like her, with her heightened senses, it was like a raging inferno.

Driven by her innate bestiality, she took up her weapon and turned it against the undead.

Fortunately, the Undead do not judge whether someone is an enemy based on whether they pick up a weapon.

Hearing the commotion from Kroos, the undead glanced over, put away the book in his hand, and prepared to draw his spiral longsword.

Once the longsword had cooled in the snow, the Undead was about to turn around and tell Kroos that he was leaving.

"!!" Kroos had already put on his robe and strapped his weapons to his back, looking at the Undead with great interest.

The Undead reached out and ruffled the blond, silly dog's head before turning and walking out of the temporary camp.

"gone."

Kroos skipped and hopped into the snow, following behind the tall figure in front of him.

There were more than just the two immortals among the travelers in the snowfield.

In this ancient country, walking is an extremely normal way for villages to communicate and interact.

Especially when heavy snow closes the mountain passes, being a messenger has become a regular job in Sherag.

It was precisely because they connected the villages and enabled relatives and friends to communicate with each other that the status of messengers continued to rise.

Even bandits or bounty hunters with ulterior motives will let them go once they realize the other party is a messenger.

After all, they sometimes need the help of messengers.

In the very heart of Shelag, at the foot of Mount Kalan, the sacred mountain of Shelag, lies the very center of Shelag and the area that is specifically referred to as "the snowy land" in the everyday language of the Shelag people.

The sacred mountain of Kalan is inhabited by deities, and priests and holy women maintain communication between the deities and the people.

A saintess is a noble figure who can communicate directly with the gods.

The Manju Institute, which belongs to Sherag, is responsible for maintaining the saint's daily life and normal religious activities.

Although people have never seen the gods, the commands issued by the saintess and the Manjusaka Institution always help them avoid disaster.

Therefore, the saint holds an extraordinary place in people's hearts.

Now, the latest election for saintess is about to begin, and this election seems to have other shadows in it.

At least the council of the three races that govern the Snow Realm has a different opinion on a certain recently rising company.

Karan Trade was founded by Ensiodis Shivaesh, the current head of the Shivaesh family.

Compared to the local trade groups in Shelag, the Karan trade brings in the latest products from the Terra continent from outside.

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

But the Council of the Three Races did not think so; they had their own plans.

"Hey, did you hear? At the festival ceremony a few days ago, that person's sister was chosen by divine decree to become a candidate for saintess!"

"Huh? Really?"

People were talking on the road.

Not far from Mount Kalan, the people living here have always been among the first to know about the snowy landscape.

In this small town called Bijun, people have begun preparations for the next election of the Holy Maiden.

They need to collect nearby resources and election supplies and send them into the snow realm to lay the foundation for the election.

On such a day, a young woman came to the town of Bijun.

She came seeking answers, though she didn't know if her trip would be successful.

My friend is enduring pain that most people cannot bear; her soul is being squeezed and torn apart.

Now, as someone in the same boat, I can no longer remain uninvolved.

Before the truth is revealed, this period free from the disturbances of her hometown is her best chance to seek answers.

Squeak...

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

Despite the heavy snowfall, the town of Bifeng was quite lively during this time due to the upcoming saintess election.

Many tourists from other places come to visit, and even the hotels along the roadside are full.

"I'm sorry, guest, we are not currently able to provide accommodation services, only food and beverage services."