Ark Undead

Upon hearing this title, the immortal was somewhat dazed.

The tone is so similar.

He asked the question.

"Have you seen her?"

"If you're asking whether I've seen it or not, then I have."

He nodded, then shook his head.

"But then again, if meeting in a dream counts as knowing someone, then I know too many people, including you."

The Undying Man was truly baffled by Ling's words. Why did everyone seem to be an old acquaintance of his?

Even though Xi and Nian had never actually met them.

Ling casually grabbed a clean wine glass from the counter, uncorked the wine gourd he was holding, poured a full glass of wine into it, and then handed it to the Undead.

"Last time we met, you refused to drink my wine and almost overturned the table. This time, I'll treat you to another drink."

The immortal took the wine glass, but showed no intention of drinking it.

He looked at the order and said.

"You go first..."

"I haven't seen her in a long time."

Before the immortal could finish speaking, Ling interrupted.

“I don’t remember how much time has passed since I woke up. But I do know that it was a long time ago. When I met her in my dream, Nian and Xi were still asleep.”

Then, as she looked at the immortal, a smile curved her lips.

"Drink up, why aren't you drinking? I'll tell you a story, and you can drink, is that not okay?"

The Undead hesitated for a moment, then took off his helmet, placed it on the table, and drank the wine in his hand in one gulp.

It has no taste.

As the immortal was thinking this, a very familiar sensation suddenly arose in his throat. It felt like a tiny needle gently pricking him, but not as painful.

The aroma and spiciness simultaneously stimulated the immortal man's nasal cavity, causing him to unconsciously open his eyes wide.

The feeling was so familiar that it reminded him of the glass he had raised during that journey.

And those wonderful times of celebrating victory.

"This is?!"

"It was her who taught me this method."

Ling seemed to be showing off, swinging his wine gourd around as he looked at the Undead with a smug expression.

"Is it good? I followed the procedure strictly, so it should be fine, right?"

...

In that deep sleep, he saw those eyes that seemed to sparkle with hope for the first time.

Then the person sitting in front of Ling spoke, in a gentle and quiet tone.

"Zombification will suppress bodily senses, but as a body driven by the soul, as long as you find a way to trigger the reaction of part of the soul, it can also produce corresponding feedback to the body."

Ling sat by the campfire like a well-behaved child, the warm flames before him a product of the blonde woman's memories.

"One of his friends wrote down the method on paper to prevent himself from forgetting it after becoming undead. Later, I found it during my travels after breaking free of my shackles. Among the ingredients that friend brewed was a fluid that could stir the souls of the undead. As a fragment, you should also be able to find the method."

She sat gracefully on the steps, her golden hair shimmering in the firelight.

"I'll teach you this method too. If you ever meet him, why not invite him for a drink like this? You might actually get along quite well."

However, there was an indescribable sense of loneliness in his words.

"It's a pity I didn't have the chance to personally offer him this glass."

291. What did she do?

For Ling, the person the immortals spoke of was very familiar to her.

In her early years, when Ling had just condensed her form and consciousness from chaos and awakened, she unconsciously used the abilities she had inherited.

Time and space are incredibly fragile to her; often, a single dream can span centuries and millennia, giving her the opportunity to sit down and have long conversations with countless regrettable and pitiful figures throughout history.

At that time, she had a brief conversation with the woman by the campfire while she was sound asleep.

The appearance of the order seemed unsurprising to her. It was as if she had known all along that this day would come.

Regarding the demon Ling spoke of, the big bad guy who shattered her, the quiet and gentle woman simply smiled and softly soothed Ling's uneasy heart.

The fear of the undead was almost completely dispelled at that time.

Later, several times, Ling found himself unknowingly meeting that woman again.

She said she had no name; her duty was to be addressed by her heroes.

They are those who link their existence to the flame, maintaining its burning. Therefore, they are called fire-tying women, and many also refer to them as women who prevent the flame from going out, or fire-preventing women.

The hero who extinguished the flames of the world's beginning, severed all the chains of decay, and gazed into the dark future, also severed the Firelink Maiden's connection to fire after extinguishing the flames, thus freeing her from her duties and allowing her to leave the Firelink Shrine.

But she did not choose to leave. Instead, she waited quietly outside the First Forge for the flames to die out. At the end of the Age of Fire, she would close the doors of the First Forge to preserve the immortal bodies of heroes who had lost their souls.

Just as the Fire Mage saw in that endless darkness.

Across the river of time, in the distant future, a flame will ignite—the flame passed down by the kings.

As for the choice of fire, the Fire Maiden had already seen it clearly; the answer to this question was without any suspense.

From long ago, many clues have pointed to this hero who spanned the entire journey of linking the fire, both initiating and ending it.

He may not be at the pinnacle of every power system; he is not Gwyn, the Lord of Cinder who ushered in an era, nor the Old Witch who created chaotic life.

But he walked every inch of Rodland, measuring the pain and warmth of the era with his own feet.

What he did was to unite all the forces from that period of time, allowing the scattered flames to return.

If I had to choose one person from these people, it would have to be him.

But the reason why the Fire Maiden chose to stay with him until the very end was not just because of the so-called chosen one.

He was a butcher in many people's eyes, a hunter feared by even the gods. But to those around him, he was the simplest and purest friend.

For the Fire Girl, he was a hero who accomplished great deeds under her witness; he was her hero.

Even those who paint the world must abide by the covenant established by ancient proverbs.

What was the Undead thinking when he faced the First Flame?

The Fire Maiden was unaware of this; all she knew was that as she secretly watched Lord Ash, sitting before the First Flame in contemplation, she finally understood what kind of future the darkness she saw truly represented.

How far must a person travel to be able to indifferently abandon the world when all power is in someone else's hands?

The Fire Maiden only saw a weary soul, a traveler who wanted to rest for a while by the campfire.

That's it.

For Ling, this undoubtedly refreshed her understanding of the undead.

The memories inherited are different from those of the year and the night.

What she remembers are parts of the time spent on the ancient battlefield.

It was precisely because of this that, after being persuaded by his elder brother, who also inherited some of the battlefield memories, Ling chose to go to the border.

These years of fighting on that endless battlefield.

The more Ling fought against the demons, the more he realized how powerful these guys were.

Life and reason are distorted here, and pure desire is amplified infinitely.

Those who face the abyss will inevitably be tempted by it.

What exactly did that taciturn man go through to be able to keep his mind calm even when facing the abyss?

These doubts and questions gradually brewed into curiosity in Ling's heart, guiding her to take the initiative to contact the undead.

Perhaps, when the Undead first arrived in the Great Yan, that unconscious dream was a manifestation of the desire deep in their hearts.

The Undead stared blankly at the wine glass in his hand.

For a moment, several figures flashed through his mind.

The final image is of a campfire, beside which sits a round figure and a cup held aloft.

After a moment of silence, the Undead handed the wine cup to Ling and said.

"Is there anything else?"

Ling paused for a moment, then smiled and took the wine glass.

"Enough is enough!"

...

It's not about alcoholism or anything like that. The reason why people who don't die need alcohol is never to numb themselves.

For him, drinking was simply a way to celebrate victories and reminisce about the past.

When he was on Rhodes Island, Ace and Blaze would invite him for drinks, but he would only have a couple of drinks with everyone after a major battle.

At that time, ordinary alcoholic beverages still couldn't give him any taste.

Only after ingesting a sufficient amount of emergency sanity serum can the senses of a normal person be restored within one to two days.

But the body's reaction will ultimately not evoke memories or emotions in the immortal.

The wine inside the gourd allowed the immortals to taste a familiar flavor they hadn't experienced in a long time.

As he listened to her talk about her relationship with the Fire Mage and the stories he heard from her, the Undead couldn't help but narrow his eyes.

“I didn’t meet her often, but each time we met, it was in a place that looked like a large stadium.”

Ling recalled the scene from that time as he spoke.

There were five thrones and a network of passageways. But apart from that one campfire, there was no other light source.