Ark Undead

The problem is that the leader plans to begin implementing his plan in two days, while Garsen himself doesn't have much time left.

At this point, W tells Garsen about this, but deliberately doesn't tell him the other party's location. It's obvious that W wants to use this to make some kind of deal with him.

Seeing her amused expression, Garsen felt his head getting hotter and hotter, so he quickly took a deep breath.

"Hmm... words alone are not enough."

Garsen first calmed himself down, then organized his thoughts and took the initiative to attack W.

"If you were truly that powerful, possessing cataclysmic strength, how could you have returned?"

This is why Garsen doesn't dare to fully trust W.

W's ability to return and his willingness to make demands here suggests he has made thorough preparations.

Garsen couldn't understand what W was thinking or what she wanted to do, so he could only disregard these preconditions and take the initiative to question W.

"Why can't I come back? Not only can I come back, I can even get some parts off him, like..."

As she spoke, W pulled out a piece of black cloth from somewhere on her person, and said with a soft chuckle.

"A fragment of his cloak?"

The edge of the cloak fragment showed signs of scorching, and the broken part was an irregular curl, torn apart by tremendous force.

Garsen couldn't be sure if this was a trick she used to deceive people, or something she had actually torn off the man.

Regardless, Garsen is now unable to take action against W.

The only intelligence is in W's head; only a complete idiot like Garson would target W at this time.

If this matter cannot be resolved, the first to suffer will not be W, but Garsen himself.

Garsen remained silent for a long time, rubbing his left thumb, which had just been cut.

Then he took another bite of the fruit he had peeled, chewed it for a long time, and swallowed it.

What are the conditions?

W's smile grew even brighter; she knew she had achieved her goal.

Next, you need to make the man feel that he has his mind under control, and make him believe that everything is in his control.

So, the girl hesitated for a moment, which was unusual for her, before speaking.

"After the Chernobog battle, I will be leaving the team, and you cannot interfere."

Garsen pondered for a moment, cautiously considering countless possibilities, but finally nodded.

"can."

The girl looked at Garsen, who was sitting at the foot of the bed, with surprise, and then she spoke.

"So decisive? I thought you would ask me what I'm planning to do, or if I have ulterior motives."

"Of course I intend to ask, but not now. You still have some value."

Garsen gave W a meaningful look.

He was well aware that W had other plans. But he had no choice; W had presented enough evidence to show him that he was now at W's mercy.

Moreover, W has always been known for her unconventional methods, and the fact that she went out this time simply to tell herself not to get involved is already quite strange.

Garsen agreed to the condition, but that didn't mean he wouldn't investigate it himself.

The timeframe mentioned by W is quite clear; it refers to the period when Garson was to lead his team back to Kazdel to report for duty.

W doesn't want to see the Regent, which means, does W know something about the Regent?

As Garsen pondered, he kept his eyes fixed on W, his gaze gradually regaining its confidence.

Heh, I won't interfere, but whether others will interfere later, I don't know.

Feeling Garsen's gaze, W lowered her eyes, completely hiding the cunning glint in them.

If she can get Garsen to focus on the end of the matter, then he will surely ignore everything that happened before.

In other words, W now wields considerable influence in Garsen's court.

It means that...

"I will tell you where they are. I hope you can eliminate them. This would be a great achievement."

W spoke coldly, his words filled with doubt about Garsen's strength.

"I'm not going to throw my life away like this. I'll assess his strength first and then make my plans. Besides, you brought me extremely important information. Why are you in such a hurry to put me up against him? What are you thinking? Do you think I don't know?"

Garsen sneered. He could easily hear the sarcasm in W's words. W wanted him to go and die, and he would never go. Not only would he not go, he didn't even intend to leave the camp.

"If you lie to me, you know what the consequences will be."

He refused to believe it. Could it be that the network of informants he had painstakingly set up could be so easily infiltrated?

If he really leaves the camp, he might get killed by W. But as long as he stays, he'll definitely be safe!

The next morning, Bloodthorn and Scout were preparing for their mission.

After receiving Kal'tsit's instructions last night, Scout knew he had to solve the Garson problem within a day and paralyze the entire mercenary system in Chernobog before 6 a.m. today!

Ace and Nearl's team are not good at hiding, and they will definitely be discovered by those mercenaries.

After all, even Scout himself slipped up because of a single wrong decision.

Bloodthorn also plans to join this mission; he wants to see if any of the mercenaries are skilled.

All this guy thinks about is fighting. As long as there's a fight, he'll do anything.

"So, what exactly was the deal between you and W?"

I overheard most of W and Scout's conversation yesterday. But the most crucial points came from their whispered conversations, which Bloodthorn politely refrained from eavesdropping on. However, he couldn't resist any longer and finally asked Scout.

Scout sheathed his dagger behind him and glanced at the Bloodthorn beside him.

“W told me that she would make Garson stay in the camp and not go anywhere else. She would make sure he stayed in the main camp and that she would also make a lot of mercenaries leave the camp to give us the opportunity to infiltrate and kill him.”

"No, if this woman is so capable, how come she's not the leader of the mercenaries? How can she have so much influence if she's not the leader of the mercenaries?"

Bloodthorn was still annoyed by W's situation. He quite liked those canned fruits, but that pregnant woman ate them all!

Therefore, Bloodthorn found everything about W's decision disagreeable.

“Those with exceptional abilities do not necessarily have to become leaders. They can also become the sharpest blade in the hands of a leader.”

Scout glanced meaningfully at Bloodthorn beside him, then slung his crossbow behind his back, and put on his tactical cap and sunglasses.

"Moreover, the art of language is boundless, Mr. Bloodthorn. And this woman you met just yesterday is a renowned trap-setting master, so keep a close eye on her."

Bloodthorn nodded, then asked another question.

"What about the immortal? Where did he go too?"

"Him?"

Scout twitched the corners of his mouth, and apart from his eyes being hidden behind sunglasses, the smile on his face was impossible to maintain.

"He went to play with some of the rats that had been lured by the bait. After all, he was such a troublemaker, this job was perfect for him."

After saying that, Scout put on his sunglasses and turned to look at the open door.

Outside the gate, all the Scout squad members who were still able to move were fully prepared and silently watched their leader.

Scout turned around and asked.

"Bloodthorn, are you ready?"

"Let's go, let's go fight!"

The young Sarkaz excitedly tied a black cloth he'd gotten from a Scout squad member to his face.

Scout nodded and pulled up his mask as well.

"set off!"

177. Garsen, dead

Beside the warm campfire, the undead raised their heads.

Scout had been on his way for half an hour as planned, and at W's request, he had arrived here, next to an abandoned factory in Chernobog.

Strictly speaking, this place isn't exactly abandoned. However, due to the unrest throughout Ursus, many factories have temporarily shut down, and even many schools have suspended classes, which has ironically provided more hiding places for the infected in Chernobog.

For example, on the Undead's side, this factory was a hiding place for the infected. But under the Undead's military intimidation, everyone left and sought other places.

Last night, before leaving, W outlined a series of plans for Scout and the Undead to ensure that Garson would die from an "assassination" rather than from betrayal by an internal member.

This assassination cannot be carried out by an immortal. Scout is renowned for his stealth skills and is capable of assassinating a mercenary leader.

Everyone would accept this behavior. But if no one dies, the situation would change.

First of all, the abilities of the Undead are not known to most people, and the Undead that most people know is only the War Knight of Kazimierz, who has no connection with Rhodes Island.

If the Undead were to appear in everyone's sight, including the assassination plot, other interested parties would notice the clues, which would pose a greater threat to Scout and his team's subsequent withdrawal from Chernobog.

Because Scout's strength can be estimated, while the Undead's strength cannot. Therefore, more resources will inevitably be deployed to ensure the Undead survive.

This is actually a very simple estimation rule. But for the Undead, the outcome is magnified without limit.

W didn't want the Undead to be noticed so quickly, and Rhodes Island didn't want the Undead to stand out and be labeled as Rhodes Island.

Otherwise, all actions against Rhodes Island will be met with heightened vigilance, which would severely limit Scout and his crew's mobility.

Moreover, only the Undying could kill all the mercenaries he sent out, leaving no trace of them.

The immortal man certainly understood this as well. Besides, for him, it didn't matter what he did; it was just a matter of doing things differently.

If you want to assassinate someone, you can use a few spells to sneak in quietly, but the outcome after the mission is accomplished is completely different.

Scout's goal was to spread the news of Garson's death, which coincided with W's desired outcome.

Only in this way can W put forward his own conditions to the higher authorities and inherit the position of mercenary leader.

He had been here for a long time, but no one had come. The Undead patiently continued to throw in the firewood he had gotten from the Infected, bit by bit.

Just as he was breaking the firewood in his hand, the undead armor suddenly stopped, then pretended not to have noticed anything and threw the firewood into the fire in front of him.

But just as the undead threw out the firewood, a crossbow bolt struck from behind the undead, leaving a whistling sound in the air before piercing straight into the knight's chest.