Ark Undead

That's the unique tactile sensation brought about by the cold wind and low-temperature air.

"Although, it was only a one-time, one-time absorption."

The Undead added that he had already figured out what was wrong with Tianhuo's body.

"But ultimately, it is useful. However, it is still necessary to control one's emotions."

To put it bluntly, Tianhuo's physical constitution is a kind of influence from Originium Arts, and the possibility of completely removing it is almost zero.

However, the Cursed Fire can collect the scattered flame energy nearby, which can help the Heavenly Fire consume these scattered flames in one go.

However, if Tianhuo gets angry again and experiences emotional fluctuations, the temperature around him will still rise.

Ultimately, it's just a way to control flames, which is already quite surprising.

Tianhuo seemed somewhat at a loss.

After learning about the knowledge of incantations, Tianhuo finally understood just how valuable the Undead's "gift of gratitude" truly was.

Leaving aside the significance of the fire of incantation itself, the knowledge and understanding of using incantations alone have already greatly benefited Tianhuo.

This was just a conclusion Tianhuo drew from a cursory glance. If she had time to study it carefully, she would surely gain much more.

"The immortal first..."

Tianhuo originally called him the Undying Man by his old name, but halfway through, he realized something was wrong.

So she obediently bowed to the man in front of her and then respectfully said something.

"Thank you, teacher."

"It's alright, it's an agreement."

The immortals didn't seem to care much.

Admittedly, the fire of magic is very important, but how to use it is even more important.

Heavenly Fire's love for fire is enough to make the Undead give her this cursed fire as a gift.

Such an attitude towards fire is quite rare even among sorcerers.

The Undead have seen many sorcerers who merely use sorcery as a means of combat.

Even when he first started learning sorcery, the Undead himself thought so.

But the more he studied sorcery, the more he discovered the peculiarities of sorcery flames.

Moreover, the fire of magic itself needs to be shared. When a teacher imparts knowledge to his apprentice, it is already the second time he has sorted out what he has learned.

Tianhuo pursed her lips; she was a little nervous.

It wasn't the anxiety about my own future, but rather the anxiety about this precious gift.

She felt she owed the immortals a huge favor.

And he even became an immortal student!

"You've become my disciple. From now on, if you need anything, come to me."

The Undying Man is quite well-suited to the role of a teacher.

"Be appropriate, slow down, and study the flames carefully. Don't be greedy and reckless."

"Yes, Tianhuo understands."

Tianhuo reached out and brushed his disheveled hair behind his ear, nodding to indicate that he understood.

She still felt something was off.

She went from being his assistant to a friend, then learned of his identity as a warrior knight, and suddenly became his disciple.

So, this is the kind of gameplay that knights like these days?

Tianhuo secretly glanced at the Undead.

The undead man's gaze toward her had, without her noticing, taken on a hint of... kindness?

Tianhuo was a bit confused.

But she thought this way of playing was quite interesting.

It seems... a bit exciting?

120. Drak's bloodline!

"I've been thinking about something these days."

Xisha put down his wine glass, sat on the sofa, and talked to the undead in front of him.

His tone was friendly, as if he were chatting with his own siblings.

"Although the dragon is dead, the situation in Victoria has not improved, and it even shows signs of deteriorating."

"The border has banned most trade with other countries. If it weren't for the fact that one-third of the capital of the Kalan trade is in Victoria, I'm afraid the Victorian authorities wouldn't have allowed us to continue doing business."

"Nevertheless, our harvest in Victoria plummeted by 40% in just three days, and we had to close three channels of communication with other countries. We even lost two routes back to Shelag."

Another member of the Fengti tribe sat on the sofa, holding a wine glass, listening to Xisha talk about recent events.

He did not stop Xisha from telling these things to an outsider, because it was the master's instruction.

Enshidios Shivaesh.

"why?"

The immortal looked up and asked, he couldn't understand it either.

"That dragon is dead. And it wasn't infected that caused it."

Yes, three days have passed since the Undead Dragon Hunt.

Xisha looked at the undead in front of him, intending to ask a question. However, it seemed rather inappropriate for him to ask it himself.

So he looked at another member of his clan sitting to the side.

Only by asking him from his position can you get the answer you want.

"Before we answer your question, Mr. Undead, I have a question for you."

Horn Peak put down his wine glass and looked at the undead beside him, who was dressed in gray-white armor.

The armor is now a darker color, and in a few months it will turn into a grayish-black that will retain some shine.

"Will you interfere in Victoria's politics?"

This question came so abruptly that even the immortal paused for a moment.

He looked up at the horn beside him.

Why do you think that way?

"Is it because you deliberately gave this credit to that princess of Aslan?"

Horn's tone remained respectful; he even bowed slightly when the Undead looked over, showing that he had no intention of offending them.

“We have both heard about your deeds in Kazimir. The information in the head of the family directly recorded what you did in Kazimir that day in the archives.”

At this point, Horn Peak subconsciously looked up at the Undead sitting on the sofa, who seemed to be on equal footing with them.

He hadn't forgotten that not long ago, he had been on equal footing with SilverAsh in the same way.

SilverAsh retreated to the left and right not only because he had complete trust in the undead.

More importantly, it's because SilverAsh believes in himself.

He believed that his own power was insufficient to protect him.

"He single-handedly killed over five hundred of the Kazimierz Guard Knights and terrified a thousand troops. He also summoned thunder in broad daylight, sending hundreds of lightning bolts piercing through the Commercial Alliance headquarters building."

SilverAsh's intelligence agents would never exaggerate such a thing.

Although this whole thing seems like someone deliberately exaggerating.

To put it bluntly, if the Undead really harbored any ill will towards SilverAsh, there was only one god in the entire Kjerag who seemed capable of easily suppressing him.

But SilverAsh, being so close to the Undead, certainly couldn't receive divine protection, so no matter how much he struggled, it was useless.

In conclusion, the Undead's strength is a mystery, but no one can stop him.

These powerful undead insisted on involving the Glasgow Gang in this matter. Even under the watchful eyes of so many infected and spies, they allowed the pressure column of the Aslan royalists to become the final blow that brought down the dragon?

To put it bluntly, what did the Glasgow Gang do in this whole affair? They just showed us the way.

Everyone could see clearly that the Undead did not use any of the spells he had used in the Battle of Kazimierz, and his signature lightning spear did not even emit a glimmer of light.

Others may not know, but SilverAsh, as an investigator who has been investigating the Undead, how could he not know the abilities that the Undead used in Victoria and Kazimierz?

The Undead deliberately suppressed his strength to cooperate with the Glasgow Gang's methods.

"It is said that after the dragon took to the sky, you knocked it back to the ground, which was probably something you had planned long ago. The air pressure stake didn't even need to be moved; you only needed to charge up the power again to launch it."

"Even the final strike that knocked the dragon head away just happened to send it flying in the path of the air pressure pile."

After Horn Peak said these words, he mustered up his courage and looked up at the silent War Knight sitting on the sofa.

Only then did the undead, who usually appeared somewhat dull and wooden, reveal his unique majesty.

The eyes hidden beneath the helmet were fixed on Horn Peak, but just one glance was enough to make Horn Peak look away.

“If you really use your full strength, that dragon won’t have the chance to act arrogantly.”

After saying that, Horn pointed to the communicator on the table.

"This is the master's guess, not mine."

After hearing what Horn Peak said, Xisha also fell silent, not daring to speak.

This speculation is rather audacious. If the Undead really wanted to use this incident to interfere in the Victorian royalist struggle, perhaps only Victoria's trump card could pose any threat to him.

How many of those steam knights, who were ordered by the upper council, could possibly defeat him?

"I'm not interested in politics."

The Undead spoke, his voice echoing and reverberating within the helmet, as always.

"I just wanted to help Vina."