Ark Undead

He also serves as the dog of the three races' council and the head of the bounty hunters.

He understood the current strength of the Kalan trade better than those old-fashioned tribal council elders.

Thank goodness.

Fortunately, he chose the right path.

Early the next morning, the residents of Snowfield gathered in front of the Chosen Shrine at the foot of the Holy Mountain.

They knew that something big was going to happen today.

The eldest daughter of the Shivaish family will officially begin her mountain climbing journey as a candidate for the saintly trial.

And this woman, born into the Shivaish family, had already made her preparations.

He was dressed in thick clothes, with a snow-white felt draped over his outermost layer.

Women born into noble families always possess an elegant temperament, and this is perfectly embodied in Enya.

She stood at the foot of the sacred mountain, looking up at the majestic snow-capped peak.

The elders standing beside her were reading the rules of the trial to her.

Of course, Enya already knew these rules by heart.

At this moment, what she cares about most is not the rules.

The snow sprite turned around and surveyed the citizens who had come to witness the ceremony.

I couldn't find that familiar figure.

Meanwhile, the seat belonging to Shiva'esh in the Council of Three Races remains vacant.

Enya turned around, looked at the soles of her feet, and let out a soft sigh.

Ugh...

"Finally, if the bell stops ringing for more than an hour, it will be considered as abandoning the trial."

After reading the last rule, the elder of Manju Academy looked at the girl in front of him.

"Enya Shivaesh, are you ready to become a saint?"

"Yes."

Enya nodded without hesitation.

"I have made ample preparations."

"very good."

The elder took the trial bell from the attendant beside him, which was placed on the plate.

There is a trial bell about the size of a fist, which is very similar to the bell that the Undead once obtained, except that there is a gem engraved on the top.

Enya stretched out her hands and took the trial bell.

The elders stepped aside, revealing the path winding through the cedar trees.

"Take the trial bell, follow the will of the gods, seek his traces, and gain his approval."

So Enya gently shook the bell in her hand.

Ring, ring...

The sound penetrated the walls and crossed the forest.

The clear, melodious sound of bells, accompanied by the magic engraved on the trial bells, gradually spread throughout the entire snowy realm.

She nodded slightly, as if seeking guidance from the gods.

The young girl lifted her slender feet and embarked on her pilgrimage.

The sun had just risen above the horizon, casting its dazzling rays upon the earth.

The snow-covered landscape is peaceful at this moment, bathed in sunlight and surrounded by shimmering silver pine trees.

The sound of bells drifted from afar, injecting a touch of vitality into the silent forest, as if to awaken the snowflakes and make them dance with her.

On the other side, hidden in the snow at the foot of the snow-capped mountain, someone shook off the accumulated snowflakes, revealing his grayish-white figure.

The bounty hunters nearby also jumped down from the tree and landed in the snow.

They all heard the pleasant sound of the bell.

"Let's go."

The immortal looked in the direction from which the bell was coming from.

"Follow me, you, Saintess."

He was already getting impatient.

Will the gods on those snowy mountains uncover a corner of the forgotten memories of the immortals?

83. The endless wind and snow of seven thousand

Ding-a-ling—

The crisp sound of bells echoed along the mountain paths of Mount Kalan.

Someone took a step forward and nodded slightly towards the mountaintop.

A snow-white fur coat fluttered in the wind behind her, and a small gemstone dangled from her forehead, swaying gently.

Ding-a-ling—

She shook the bell in her hand, seeking the gaze of the gods, begging for their mercy and to look upon her.

Enya walked along the mountain path, and she had only gone about a fifth of the way when the sky was already covered by dark clouds, and the sun was nowhere to be seen.

It was already afternoon, and the mountain path had become even steeper. The closer we got to the summit, the more difficult it became to walk.

Although there were few people to be seen along the way, Enya still followed the traditions of the snowy region, nodding every three steps and ringing a bell every five steps.

She knew perfectly well that the entire mountain path was definitely filled with people from the Three Races Council. This was to ensure that the election of the Holy Maiden would not go wrong, and also to ensure that the Holy Maiden's bell would continue to ring throughout the mountain path.

There haven't been any difficult sections along the way yet, and Enya's breathing has been relatively smooth so far.

Born into nobility and educated from a young age, and raised in a snowy environment, the people of Shelag possess ample physical strength to cope with harsh weather conditions.

She gently rang the bell, just as she had done when she set off.

Meanwhile, the soldiers hidden around the mountain path were behind large trees, peering through the branches and leaves, keeping their eyes fixed on the girl on the path.

This is their duty: as the inner guards of the Manju Academy, they must ensure that those who become saintesses fully comply with the rules of the trial.

But because they were focused on Enya on the mountain path, they ignored the noise behind them.

A dark figure leaped out of the bushes, gripping a rusty, spiral-shaped longsword tightly in his hand!

laugh...

The longsword pierced through the fine armor and shattered his heart.

The moment he felt the pain, the guard opened his mouth, intending to warn his companion with a scream.

But his throat was crushed by two fingers, and he could no longer make any sound.

As he looked to his side in despair, he saw a round object fall to the ground, making a slight rustling sound in the grass.

It was a head that still showed signs of confusion.

Bright red blood stained the ground, and the last bit of strength was drained away by the blood gushing from the wound.

The guard's eyes lost all light, and he collapsed helplessly to the ground.

The longsword embedded in his chest was pulled out by the gray-white gauntlets, blood splattering as if to blend into the cold, chilling air.

The undead rose from the corpse and looked at Skadi beside him.

Skadi wiped the blood off her longsword with the clothes of the guards, and then turned to look at the Undead.

"Which one is it?"

"Third group. No, those with skirts, inner guards."

The immortal spoke.

“Almost every three groups, one group consists of members of the Three Races Council.”

They took action not because of Manjusaka, but because of SilverAsh and Cliffheart's instructions.

Those guards under the control of the Three Races Council would wear armor without skirts to identify themselves, making it easier for them to recognize each other when chasing the Holy Maiden or fleeing for their lives.

To make things easier on the way down the mountain, the Undead and Skadi discussed that they should start clearing the way up from the beginning, so that even if they missed something, it wouldn't be so troublesome later.

Following the saintess's lead, I could fulfill SilverAsh's request to look after Enya along the way.

Skadi glanced at the saintess whose body had shrunk to a tiny dot.

"Are you sure you don't want to go up first?"

The Undead asked Skadi.

"This is my deal. You don't need to help me."

"But I was able to get in so easily because of your help."

Skadi turned her crimson eyes to look at the undead and said.

“One thing at a time. Just because you helped me doesn’t mean I’ll unilaterally accept your help. Since you helped me, I should help you in return.”

As she spoke, Skadi kicked the headless corpse beneath her again.

"Although you are exceptionally strong, it would be easier to deal with multiple enemies silently without making a fuss."

"Thank you."

The Undead thanked Skadi, then picked up his rusty campfire longsword and continued running up the mountain path.

Skadi slung her greatsword over her back and followed the Undead's steps.

They didn't choose to take the blocky mountain path, as that would be too conspicuous. There has always been only one saintess participating in the trial, not armored monsters or bounty hunters.

Moreover, this would make it inconvenient for them to find the inner guards who belong to the Three Races Council.