Ark Undead

Her snow-white eyelashes trembled twice, and Froststar turned her face back, her original coldness and indifference restored.

"Beyond expectations."

This is her answer.

Compared to her past life, her daily life on Rhodes Island has become a reward that makes her uneasy.

She often thinks of her former colleagues, and is awakened in her dreams by the voices of Talulah, the Kingslayer, and others.

Those voices called to her, urging her to rekindle her past ideals and throw herself into the noble battle.

But starting anew is easier said than done, especially now that the Reunion Movement's attempt to manipulate Chernobog to attack Lungmen has failed.

Where do their resources come from? Where do they get replacements?

Are we going to have to go back to the old days of looting and plundering?

Frostnova understood perfectly that if things really returned to their original state, without Talulah's military might and the Patriots' prestige, this force would be no match for them.

Staying on Rhodes Island was indeed a choice made out of necessity. But Frostnova experienced a different kind of torment amidst this helplessness.

She felt she had let down the infected brothers who died in front of her.

What terrifies her even more is that after coming into contact with Rhodes Island, her own heart gradually shifts towards Rhodes Island's ideals.

Rhodes Island had already shown her a completely different ideology from Reunion in Lungmen, and Frostnova also made their achievements possible through her own death.

Frostnova is now moving in that direction, but she still resists.

However, the Undead didn't come here to discuss future matters with her.

"I saw the Patriot."

The Undying Man's words brought Froststar's wandering mind back to reality.

Froststar's pupils dilated as she stared at the Undead in disbelief, wondering if she had misheard.

Do you want to see him?

The gaze that peered directly at her through the gaps in the helmet seemed to see, through the window of her eyes, the longing hidden deep within Froststar's heart.

Knowing how incredible the Undead are, Frostnova feels all the more that what he calls "seeing" is just a way of recalling the past.

"You...I think so."

His voice was unsteady, and the previous indifference was gone.

Even though she believed it was all an illusion, she still craved that moment of warmth.

However, the immortal was not joking with her, and what he said was not a lie.

The immortal took his hand from under the table and placed it on the table.

A ball of flame appeared out of nowhere, dazzling and captivating, drawing Froststar's attention.

"Touch it."

So, the girl instinctively reached out and gently touched the flame in the undead's palm.

In an instant, all color disappeared from my sight.

She awoke in a snowy field.

This snowfield was slightly different from the snowfield in her memory, but it was just as cold and lifeless.

As she climbed out of the familiar, cold snowdrifts, Froststar looked around and saw only two roughly constructed wooden huts.

One of them has a roof similar to that of the Victorian era.

The other one prompted Froststar to walk towards it instinctively.

That was how it looked in her memory.

It was their initial hiding place, where she met Mephistopheles and Faust, and where she officially became the leader of the Yeti team.

A sound came from it.

“Back then, we didn’t encounter as many animals as you have. However, hunting dragons was the highest honor for a knight.”

"So, you've hunted before?"

"No, but I know that kid outside has hunted them, and more than one at that. He's really good!"

The familiar voice, but the pain of the past was gone.

Froststar pushed open the door.

Everything in the room was decorated almost exactly as she remembered.

A fireplace, antlers hanging on the wall, and a cabinet for storing dishes and bowls.

And there was that familiar figure sitting on one side of the table, chatting with two other burly soldiers.

Hearing the door open, Wendigo, who was sitting at one side of the table, turned his head and looked at the door.

At that moment, the two looked at each other in silence.

After a long while, the last Wendigo stood up and opened his arms.

His words were filled with boundless love and compassion.

"It's been a long time, Yelena, my child."

Tears welled up in her eyes, and the snow-white rabbit ran towards her father, whom she hadn't had time to say goodbye to.

326. Recruitment

If you were given a chance to see your deceased loved ones.

Will the beliefs you've always held change? Will your mindset shift?

No one had seriously considered this question. But now, Frostnova had truly seen her deceased father.

I had dinner with him and met several other friends.

One was a girl with long, white hair that reached the ground. Her clothes were tattered, and there seemed to be white scales around her eyes. An old man in a red hat carried her in and placed her on a seat.

She looked at Froststar with her clear eyes, asked her a question, and smiled as she asked her what she thought of the place.

Froststar was a little reserved, as it had been a long time since she had sat down to eat with her father, let alone in such a formal setting.

To her, it was like a dream. Yet her senses felt so real, even the meat she was chewing tasted incredibly rich.

She had never seen her father like this before, arguing like a child with another knight whose armor was emblazoned with a strange sun, about whether plate armor or chainmail was better.

It was just like when she was a child, playing games with ice cubes with other children in the area where infected people were being held.

I haven't seen a scene like this in a long time.

After the meal, Froststar put down her knife and fork with satisfaction.

Here, she doesn't have to worry about her health or safety.

In the familiar wooden cabin, the two sat on the sofa by the fireplace, warming themselves by the fire.

The uncle named Solar took the initiative to make tea, giving the two of them enough space and time.

Froststar never imagined that she would one day have the opportunity to have dinner with her father so comfortably and share her thoughts by the fireplace.

Therefore, she cherished this time all the more.

As dusk approached, Patriot stood up.

"You should leave."

Froststar was stunned for a moment. Only then did she realize that she did not belong here.

"Father...I...you are..."

Froststar instinctively wanted to ask something, but she didn't dare, fearing that her question would be confirmed as soon as it came out.

But Patriot knew exactly what she wanted to ask. So the man shrouded in armor and a mask did not remain silent.

"Don't be sad, my child. I am dead, but I am still alive. Perhaps, we will have a chance to meet again."

Patriot reached out and ruffled Frostnova's hair. Frostnova's ears drooped softly beside her head, flowing along her hair as she enjoyed her father's touch.

"Remember to say thank you after you leave."

Patriot said earnestly to Froststar.

"This is very taxing on him."

Froststar immediately understood that Patriot was referring to the Undead.

In other words, the Patriot lives inside the body of an immortal?

With a mind full of other questions, Frostnova arrived at the door under Patriot's escort.

"To be honest, I don't want you to fight anymore."

Having died once, Patriot seemed to have come to understand many things, and he spoke again before Frostnova left.

Froststar turned to look at her father, who seemed to have aged, and for the first time questioned the meaning of the battle.

"But that was your choice. I no longer need to make a choice."

The patriot looked at his child and opened the wooden door beside him.

"So, do what you want to do. Whether it's joining Rhodes Island or rebuilding Reunion."

Froststar was about to open her mouth, wanting to say something, but the snowflakes pouring out from behind the wooden door filled her vision, making her involuntarily close her eyes.

The words were trapped in his throat by the strong wind before he could utter them.

The feeling of extreme drowsiness caused her consciousness to fall silent in an instant.

Patriot gently closed the door; there was nothing in front of him.

Staring blankly as his daughter disappeared in front of the wooden door, Patriot remained silent for a long time before finally letting out a sigh of relief.

This breath was both a sigh and a sigh of relief.

"It seems your daughter and that boy get along quite well."

Solal, who had appeared at the table at some unknown time, said.