Ark Undead

She couldn't help but take two steps forward, stand before the immortal, and bow her head slightly.

The Undead expertly ruffled Melantha's hair and patted it twice in appreciation.

Yato finally understood where Melantha's swordsmanship came from.

The close-quarters combat skills that the Undead just displayed were completely unlike those of a sword and shield knight, and also quite different from his appearance when wielding a greatsword.

Melantha's skills were all taught by the Undead, which means that the Undead really do know Eastern swordsmanship.

Moreover, judging from his combat skills, it's not that he only scratched the surface, but rather that he has studied and applied them in depth.

Yato nodded to himself, then saw the Undead turn around and look at him.

"Is it done?"

"The Undead asked. Nightblade quickly stepped forward and replied."

"If there are any shortcomings, you can point them out directly so that we can all hear them, including when you guide these children later. After all, they are a team, and it is good for them to understand each other."

The immortal thought for a while, then shook his head.

"No, you can point out her shortcomings. The rest is up to her to grow."

Yes, in terms of combat skills, the Undead can no longer find any weaknesses in Melantha.

At least in one-on-one combat, Melantha has earned the recognition of the Undead.

The rest is just a matter of time for Melantha to accumulate combat experience and eventually develop her own style.

Melansha clenched her hands and placed them in front of her, like a nervous young wife.

Hearing what the immortal said, she couldn't help but smile, then quickly straightened her face.

She heard everything the teacher said clearly.

"really..."

Yato couldn't find any fault with Melantha herself; she could only say that Melantha's swordsmanship was still quite immature, but there was nothing that needed to be corrected.

Just as the Undead said, everyone has a different fighting style. Melantha's path doesn't necessarily have to be exactly the same as Nightblade's or the Undead's.

Therefore, the rest of the time should be handed over to someone else.

“Alright, Melantha, now you choose someone to take your place.”

The purple kitten, as if by reflex, accurately spotted a pink figure in the crowd.

Of course, it wasn't some muscular guy, but my roommate with whom I had a very good relationship.

“Mei...Katie!”

Melanie's face lit up with a bright color as she smiled and said.

"Come on!"

Katie, who had been trying to hide further back, froze, then gave up and spoke.

"Yes."

Andersel and the others laughed amicably as they watched Katie approach the Undead.

"Um... Mr. War Knight... could you... go a little easier?"

Katie asked the undead a question somewhat timidly.

The immortal tilted his head and nodded.

"Okay... use the shield?"

Before Katie could speak, she saw Yato pull out a shield from somewhere and hand it to the Undead.

The Undead dropped his training knife, picked up the training shield, looked at Katie in front of him, and said.

"bring it on."

Katie's face turned ashen.

She remembered the two videotapes she had watched over and over again.

And those heavily armored knights whose defenses were shattered by the frontal strike of their shields.

The hand holding the shield trembled slightly.

Xiao Mei! Help me!

200. SilverAsh Visits

So, under the kind guidance of the immortal, he spent the entire morning analyzing all the members of the reserve team.

From the perspective of the immortals, he bases his judgment on individual combat ability, which amplifies the weaknesses of many people.

Some abilities that could be compensated for in a small team are like blind spots in front of the Undead, who relentlessly pursue them.

For example, as a heavy-armored operator, Katie's ability to withstand pressure and protect is indeed top-notch.

However, she was incredibly weak when it came to tackling tough challenges.

The responsibility for the entire team's assault fell almost entirely on Melantha's shoulders.

The cause of this series of problems is not only due to Katie herself, but also because Andre, Steward, and Ansel have extremely poor perception of danger.

During her long training, Katie gradually became accustomed to being the shield for the three-person team, rather than the sole heavy armor operator in a squad.

Therefore, Melantha became the sole assault specialist in this squad, and even served as the captain, sharing some of the scout duties.

When facing the undead, even when they charged with their shields, Katie was able to maintain her balance and withstand two or three attacks. It must be said that she truly possesses an extraordinary talent for using shields.

However, once the Undead revealed their weaknesses or even deliberately exposed their openings, Katie did not take the initiative to attack.

After finding the problem, the Undead ordered Katie to attack him with her shield.

It doesn't require much strength, but you must make the undead move or hit yourself after successfully striking the shield.

Katie gave up after trying for a while. She really had no awareness of this and never thought that she could attack.

Yato nodded, taking all the suggestions into his mind.

Under the specialized training that ensured no one died, everyone understood their weaknesses within a morning.

It was this training that brought the Undead closer to these operators.

They discovered that the undead were not like many powerful knights who locked themselves in their tin cans and looked down on others. On the contrary, the undead were enthusiastic about helping others find their problems.

Even those who didn't die said so.

"If you're willing, you can come to me anytime. I'll teach you whenever I have time."

Of course, no one would be foolish enough to run off looking for an immortal person every time. But having this saying means you can chat about it if you happen to run into someone on the street.

When it was lunchtime, everyone reluctantly said goodbye to the immortals.

Melantha went to the cafeteria with the undead. But before that, they had to pick up a silly dog.

"Speaking of which, Miss Skadi left Rhodes Island a few days ago. Before she left, she came to ask me, 'Teacher, when are you coming back?'"

On their way to pick up Kroos, Melantha and the Undead chatted excitedly as they walked.

"Skadi? Is something wrong with her?"

The Undead haven't seen Skadi in a long time; they wonder what she's been up to lately.

"I heard that Miss Skadi accepted a special mission assigned by Dr. Kal'tsit. She left in a hurry and told me that if you have time, you can go to the medical department to see Miss Specter again."

"Um..."

The Undead thought for a moment. Skadi usually cared about things related to her friend. Since nothing about their homeland was mentioned, it probably wasn't that their homeland had come looking for her again.

More likely, she found a way to cure her friend?

In short, since it was Skadi's request, the Undead will go and check it out.

If Specter flares up again, perhaps the survivors can find some clues about Skadi's homeland from him.

The Undead are incredibly curious about those monsters. If they had the chance to encounter them again, the Undead would definitely not let them escape.

At this time, Kroos should have gone to visit her good friend Vulcan.

Undead asked around for directions to Vulcan's Workshop. Under the eager gazes of the operators, Undead bid farewell to the enthusiastic Rhodes Island basic operators and followed the signs to Vulcan's Workshop.

Vulcan's workshop was quite surprising, despite Rhodes Island's advanced technology. It still retained a set of traditional forging equipment, and many of the swords nearby showed signs of being handcrafted.

On the iron rack next to the furnace were many pieces of equipment that the Undead would recognize. One of them was Ace's shield.

Was Ace's shield also forged here?!

The Undead suddenly realized that Kroos's friend might actually be able to help him reforge his weapon.

Meanwhile, Kroos was leaning against the sofa next to the fireplace, sleeping with his head propped up by his right hand, and holding a piece of bread of unknown origin in his left hand.

"Keober?"

"Waaah..."

Upon hearing Melantha's call, Kroos let out a mournful cry, rested his head on the sofa, and covered his eyes with his hand.

“Keober”.

The Undead came to Kroos's side, reached out and grabbed the back of her clothes, lifting her up.

"Well..."

As Kroos felt herself floating, she slowly opened her eyes. When she saw the Undead, she blinked and then, still dazed, hung on the Undead's shoulder.

"Where is Vulcan?"

"Big sister, she's gone out."

Kroos, perched on the Undead's shoulder, mumbled a few words, then fell asleep again.

It made a pleasant whooshing sound.

Zzzzzzzzzzzz...

The immortal didn't care about anything and carried the Ceobe outside.

Those around them were used to it.