Ark Undead

Even Nearl, upon hearing this, raised his index finger to those around him, signaling to hear the Undead's response.

She was also very curious about the undead. Although the brief exchange only gave her a general understanding of the person, she was very curious about the fact that he was a knight that her sister would acknowledge.

The immortal shook his head.

He began to speak.

"No, I was a knight of war."

The Undead paused here for a moment.

Everyone paused for a moment, and they all thought of those so-called secret forces.

Could the Undead also originate from such a secret unit? Belonging to a clandestine force within Kazimierz? Trained as elite assassins and special operations personnel, abandoned by the organization, they participated in the Special Tournament to prove their knightly status and abilities?

This kind of plot is something everyone loves to see!

But the Undead Man's next words took everyone by surprise.

"Slain, conquering knights."

The immortal's words silenced everyone.

The immortal even added a sentence.

"More than one."

Everyone looked at Lin Guang without prior arrangement.

The Nearl family is renowned for its members being knights of the Kazimierz campaign.

Margaret's expression didn't change much; she just leaned forward slightly, after all, she was a Kazimierz.

But the immortal continued.

"But no, the Kazimirians. It is, Irithyll, the Knights of Conquest."

Irithyll? Where is that? And what kind of mysterious land is it?

A question mark seemed to appear above everyone's head.

No one had ever heard of this name, not even Nearl.

Seeing this, the immortals simply shut their mouths.

He never imagined that anyone would actually know about Irithyll now; it was just a test.

Therefore, everyone who followed received two responses in every conversation with the Undead.

"Ah."

"Oh."

A true conversation killer should act this way.

No one can hear more from the mouth of the undead.

However, if the question concerns matters related to combat, the Undead will generously offer more details and highlight the key points.

But no one wanted to think about anything related to the battle at this point. They only mentioned it briefly before shrinking back and not daring to speak.

Just then, Ace and Amiya from next door also pushed open the door to the Undead's room.

Their conversation with Mr. Helag has ended.

"Rhodes Island has accepted Azazel's asylum application. When we leave this time, some of Azazel's infected individuals will return to Rhodes Island with us."

Ace burst in and dropped a bombshell, and that wasn't all; he gave a rather strange smile.

"Mr. Herag, the current manager of the Azazel Clinic, will also be temporarily residing on Rhodes Island as a special guest."

Other operators may not understand the implications of this.

However, upon seeing the Bloodthorn, Nearl and Scout showed expressions of surprise.

Leaving aside the Bloodthorn, the old man made him want to fight.

Nearl and Scout had more or less guessed the old man's identity; his decision to have Azazel bound to Rhodes Island was somewhat explosive.

However, since Amiya and Ace have already made an agreement, it means they have their own considerations.

Azazel's unique technology for treating infected individuals is something Rhodes Island needs, so cooperation between the two factions is not incomprehensible.

The Undead ignored everything and just stared intently at the campfire.

It's none of his business, I can't be bothered with it.

After announcing this news, everyone should probably go and rest now.

Mr. Helag went downstairs to find Azazel's men to arrange the evacuation.

Ace, Scout, and the other team leaders discussed the matter again.

Although Amiya knew the location of the Hidden Doctor and remembered the route, the group decided to scout it again tomorrow to ensure safety.

Everyone slept soundly until the early hours of the morning, with only the crackling of the campfire and the occasional popping and rolling of sparks from wood hitting the fire.

In this moment of utter silence, the Undead raised his head by the campfire and looked out the window beside him.

A dark shadow flashed by, and the window, which had been half-closed, creaked open with an old groan.

At the same time, a hard object fell onto the wooden floor.

The clanging and banging sounds startled Scout, who had been on alert. He opened his eyes, his mind instantly sharpening. The veteran's discipline was on full display at that moment.

"Who?"

Scout rolled out of bed and rushed to the window, but the person was nowhere to be seen.

The immortal picked up the hard object that had rolled down beside him.

It was a hard stone, covered with a thick layer of paper.

The immortal unfolded the paper wrapped around the stone, on which were written two simple sentences.

But this caused Scout's expression to change drastically.

"The Reunion Movement will attack Chernobog in half an hour. Don't die here!"

Finally, there is a signature.

“Your best friend, W.”

The Undead and Scout exchanged a glance, and the Undead immediately stood up from the ground.

Scout acted even faster; he had already rushed to the door, leaving behind only one sentence.

"I'll go wake them up!"

181. On the verge of exploding!

The stones thrown in through the window were intelligence delivered by W. But this intelligence was something no one had expected.

As Ace and Amiya had anticipated, Scout's assassination of Garson would have weakened Reunion's power in Chernobog. However, they did not expect Reunion to be so decisive. Sensing that someone was targeting them, they immediately made arrangements for what they needed to do next.

Moreover, on the very night that Garsen died, they launched an attack on Chernobog, something that caught everyone completely off guard.

The once quiet hotel became lively again within a minute.

When people are out, they don't usually take off their clothes to sleep. They mostly sleep with their clothes on, leaning against the wall or lying on the ground, so that they can get up immediately in case of an emergency.

Ace opened his eyes and within half a minute, he immediately declared, beaming, that he would go down and inform Helag.

He instructed the Rhodes Island crew to complete the travel preparations first, and to begin the operation immediately upon his return.

According to Scout's calculations, some time must have passed when W wrote this message. This means they were even more pressed for time, perhaps with less than half an hour left.

Meanwhile, Azazel and the others downstairs also had people keeping watch, just like on Rhodes Island, no one was truly asleep.

Upon hearing this news, old man Helag immediately began arranging the evacuation from Chernobog.

Everyone sprang into action.

It's on the top of a mobile flat building, just 200 meters away from the hotel.

A woman leaned against the railing, observing the situation inside the hotel.

W and she didn't get along very well, and every time they met, they couldn't help but exchange greetings.

But their long-term interaction also made them comrades who could entrust their backs to each other.

This time, I was asked by W to deliver the message.

When I went to her side, I saw a hole in her lower abdomen and another hole in her thigh, and I couldn't help but laugh out loud.

When asked, "When did the famous W ever encounter such injustice?"

To everyone's surprise, that wretched woman W simply yawned lazily and spoke.

"That's why I can rest here, and you have to run errands for me."

I was a bit out of my mind at the time, but considering that the woman was a patient, I couldn't be bothered to argue with her.

This guy, known as the Undying, was the one W had instructed to deliver the message to.

And since I'm hiding here, I don't know if they've even noticed the note.

The lights on their floor are on, so they must have seen it already, right?

Just as I was about to leave, I saw a person standing by the window that had just been opened.

The woman felt a chill run through her body, even though they were two hundred meters apart. Yet, she could clearly feel a gaze piercing through the two hundred meters of buildings, precisely pinpointing her location through the gap in the middle.

The man in full armor nodded to the woman, then held up his hand and made an OK sign in the air before closing the window.

Although the woman could only see a blurry outline of the man, she could sense that he had indeed found his place in the darkness and was conveying a message to her.

What incredible perception! Just by hovering near the window for a moment, he managed to catch his own breath.

The woman's heart skipped a beat as she recalled W's instructions.

“Ines, remember this: I don’t care how curious you are about him. But whatever you do, don’t try to anger him. Just throw the message in. Promise me.”

Ines didn't think much of it at the time, but she was just a little wary.

Looking back now, I'm glad I didn't try to throw that rock at anyone else.