Ark Undead

Scout isn't here, but his teammates are right next door, meaning Scout will always come back eventually.

Although Scout is a veteran, communicating with him is definitely much easier than with the Undead.

The girl twisted her body, fell to the side, and collapsed to the ground.

Since there's no way to resist, let's compromise with the current situation for now.

At least there's a campfire inside, which is much warmer than outside.

The girl lay on the ground, shifting to a position that felt less uncomfortable, and felt a little sleepy as she enjoyed the warmth of the campfire.

Her eyes darted around again, and she said loudly.

"Is there anything I can use as a pillow? I want to sleep for a while."

The immortal glanced at her but didn't say anything; he didn't make a single move.

Instead, Bloodthorn, who was standing nearby, grabbed a pillow from the bed and threw it down, hitting W.

W tried to straighten the pillow with her body, biting the edge of the pillow with her teeth to find a good position, and then comfortably leaned against the pillow.

"Hey, you clueless knight, what's your name?"

"..."

The answer was as expected: nothing.

W immediately stopped herself from asking any more questions. She knew that the more she talked, the higher her blood pressure would rise.

The girl was exhausted from days of traveling; she hadn't slept for almost two days.

The crackling sound of the campfire was like a lullaby sung by a singer, and in this inexplicably comforting warmth, the girl closed her eyes.

Before long, the girl actually fell into a deep sleep.

The immortal glanced again at the girl who was snoring softly; in fact, from this angle, she was just a girl.

In silence, the Undead increased the amount of firewood they threw into the campfire.

Make the flames burn even brighter.

The 173.W-Scout deal

When W woke up again, she was awakened by a knocking sound and the sound of conversation.

She groggily opened her eyes, wanting to rub them, before realizing that she was still tied up.

With both hands tied behind my back, it's inconvenient to do anything.

It had turned black outside the window; night had fallen. W slept from near noon until night.

How long has it been since she slept this deeply? If she didn't know it was impossible, W would have thought that the two of them had drugged her to make her sleep so deeply.

But now is not the time to dwell on that. W has already noticed that there is another person in the room, an old acquaintance.

He was talking to the tin can sitting by the campfire when they noticed W's movement and both of them turned their attention to him.

"Rare visitor."

When Scout saw W, this was the first thing he said, and then he continued.

"It's been about three years since we last parted ways?"

"More or less, you actually remember that?"

W yawned, seemingly unconcerned even though she was tied up. She glanced at Scout and then turned back to look at the campfire in front of her.

Why can't you remember?

Scout said only that much before turning to look at the Undead.

"How did you catch her?"

"She delivered herself to my door."

The Undying Man didn't say much; he simply described the situation as it was.

I heard that when the Undead peeked out, they saw a red girl stuck in a crack in the wall. Even Scout couldn't help but chuckle.

The sound of "poof" echoed very clearly in the room.

"Hey! You just laughed! You definitely laughed!"

W felt humiliated. Although her stealth skills were no match for Scout, she was still a renowned Sarkaz mercenary, and to be caught so easily by someone was simply too embarrassing.

"Do you think you can escape from him?! And you're laughing at me!"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

Scout held back for a while before finally managing to suppress his laughter. He still had a very obvious smile on his face, but he didn't laugh out loud again.

Of course, W is right. The Undead's perception is terrifying. Back on the ice plains, in such a wide area, the Undead were able to clearly sense Scout, the master of stealth, from such a complex aura.

Given that Rhodes Island still hasn't fully grasped the strength of the Undead, Scout knew this. If the Undead got close, he would have no chance of escape.

But this story is really funny.

Bloodthorn had slept all day and was now sitting on the bed in a daze. Hearing Scout's laughter, he blinked and his mind slowly cleared.

W got excited for a moment, but Scout gradually calmed down.

"So, you came here to see me?"

Scout looked at W, who was tied up on the ground, and his thoughts slowly returned to the important matter at hand.

It's truly a strange feeling to see old friends again. Back then, they were comrades-in-arms fighting side by side, but who would have thought that after so long, they would have switched sides.

"I know you're working for the Reunion Movement now, so what brings you to me?"

Scout's tone gradually turned cold. He organized the information he currently possessed, looked at W, and spoke seriously.

"To be honest, I also have a lot of questions I want to ask you."

"First, help me untie the rope. My hands are sore from being tied up all day."

W spoke lazily, still as nonchalant as ever, and despite his predicament, he still had the mind to make demands.

Scout glanced at the Undead. After all, W was captured by the Undead. If he wanted to untie W, he would have to see the Undead's attitude.

"random."

The fact that she's not dead doesn't really matter; he captured W mainly because he suspected she might have some ulterior motive. Since Scout can extract more information from her, he'll let him do as he pleases.

Scout untied the ropes binding W's body. The girl's voluptuous body felt comfortable as the ropes were removed, and she quickly stretched, feeling the long-lost freedom.

Of course, this freedom was nothing but an illusion. She knew that as long as the tin can was still there, she had no chance of escaping.

The moment he was captured, the sense of danger made W, a Sarkaz mercenary who lived by instinct, mistakenly believe that what awaited him was not capture, but death itself.

So even after being untied, W still sat obediently by the campfire, hugging her legs. It was as if she hadn't been coerced at all, but rather was the smallest and most delicate girl among them.

Perhaps in the eyes of the Undead, W really is just a young girl, but Bloodthorn and Scout know how powerful she is.

“Nana, start.”

W said.

"Let's talk. Why did you come to Chernobog? Did that old woman send you here to do something strange again? And..."

W looked at the Undead.

"Was that frozen lake on the snowfield created by you?"

The Undead remained silent. It was Scout's time to talk to people and extract information; it was better to leave that to the professionals.

After some discussion, everyone obtained the information they wanted.

"Talulah, the leader of the Reunion Movement, has made ample preparations in Chernobog, intending to use this city as the first stop for the Infected to sound the horn of resistance, and to occupy the entire Chernobog as the first autonomous city of the Reunion Movement."

That's what W said, and W's tone was quite strange when he said it.

"Although that's what she said, her preparations were so thorough that I couldn't possibly feel that she just wanted to take over the city and not do anything else."

Scout continued to inquire about the details of the Chernobog branch and asked W whether the Reunion Movement had gained the allegiance of the Chernobog garrison.

But W's answer surprised everyone.

"No, I can assure you of that. When I entered the city, I used a special passage. The city gates of several cities still retain their original defenses. Moreover, the other Reunion Movement members in Chernobog are all elites among elites. Otherwise, if their numbers were too large, the people in Chernobog would notice something amiss."

At this point, the Undead thought of something and asked a question.

"Do any of you in Reunion have someone named Frostnova?"

"Oh? You know her?"

W looked at the Undead in surprise. She had thought that the Undead would not run into Frostnova, and if they did, the two would definitely fight.

"What, you got into a fight with her? That woman is not easy to deal with."

"No, I just helped her solve some troubles."

The Undead shook his head, then remained standing there listening, not intending to speak.

Seeing that the Undead were completely airtight, W could only grit his teeth and start asking Scout what he wanted to know.

"I already have a guess about why you came to Chernobog."

W's expression gradually turned cold, and his feigned enthusiasm transformed into a mixture of hatred and anger in an instant.

"You came for 'him,' is that it? That old woman has finally become unable to keep Rhodes Island running and needs someone else to do things for her?"

"..."

Scout was silent for a moment, then W continued speaking.

“I know that some of you came to Chernobog after that incident. But I had other things to do at the time and didn’t come to see what had become of that man. I haven’t heard from him since, so I suppose you’ve put him here.”

"Coincidentally, I also have many questions I want to ask him, so where is that man now?"

Scout shook his head and began to speak.

"I do not know."

Scout wasn't lying; he genuinely didn't know that it wasn't him who brought the Doctor to Chernobog, but rather Ace and Amiya. He had no idea where the Doctor was.

But in W's eyes, such an answer was nothing short of self-deception. She sneered twice and continued speaking.