Ark Undead

"To be honest, personally, I don't think any of you will enter the Undying Arena; the probability is very small."

"It's not that I look down on you; you've all undergone Rhodes Island's professional training. But you must understand that combat skills can be learned, but the will to fight cannot be developed through training overnight."

Vulcan's words were spoken from a completely objective perspective.

"Although you all participated in the follow-up rescue and capture plan for Chernobog, it is a pipe dream to think that you can defeat the Minos warriors who are far stronger and more motivated than you in a one-on-one fight."

She wasn't trying to boost others' morale; she wanted to make these reserve team members realize their own limitations.

Before actually going on a mission, it is important to ensure that the reserve team members have a clear understanding of their own capabilities.

Don't assume that just because you've undergone Rhodes Island's professional training and are considered qualified by the instructors, you are a strong person.

However, Vulcan glanced at the operators who were in the squad as healers, and her tone softened.

"Medical operators, don't worry. Everyone just needs to do their best. Participating in Minos's Undead Arena is an opportunity to prove your strength and also to see how others fight. Just do your best, and watching other strong fighters battle is also a good gain."

Vulcan clapped her hands again, and seeing that everyone's attention was still on her, she continued.

"In short, fight hard, and don't be discouraged if you don't make it into the Undead Arena. After the battle in Minos, the warriors will drink wine and share delicious food together. Enjoy your time in Minos!"

"Understood!"

The reserve team members responded in unison. Vulcan nodded in satisfaction and was about to sit down when he suddenly saw several hands reaching out from the crowd, as if they had some questions to ask.

Vulcan paused as she sat down, steadied herself, and randomly selected a reserve operator.

"Furong, is there a problem?"

Hibiscus, who was chosen, was sitting behind the Undead. She sat down and asked a question.

"Miss Vulcan, I'd like to ask, will Mr. Undead also participate in the Warrior Tournament with us?"

Upon hearing this question, the other operators all lowered their hands and looked at Vulcan.

Even the Undead was stunned when he heard his own name.

Why did you suddenly start talking about yourself?

Vulcan shook her head and asked Hibiscus to sit down first.

All eyes were on him; Vulcan knew everyone was concerned about this issue.

This is actually quite important, because if no one dies, and you draw a lot that doesn't result in anyone dying, then you're completely out of the game, right?

But Vulcan spoke up; she said...

"First of all, I want to tell you something. Unlike the battle in Casimir, the tournament of warriors in Minos is not necessarily decided by victory or defeat."

"While the Warriors' Tournament certainly has winners and losers, its essence lies in inspiring people's fighting spirit and showcasing the skills and will of warriors in battle. Therefore, while winning and losing will certainly affect the outcome of the competition, people's evaluation of the battle will also determine who the victor is."

Vulcan raised one hand.

"For example, a soldier wielding an ordinary iron sword fights a gladiator knight wearing full armor crafted with Kazimierz-style armor. The gladiator knight uses his warhammer to humiliate the soldier. He doesn't mean it, but years of competition experience have led him to choose the more popular method. But the soldier launches a relentless attack, and in the end, he still falls to the gladiator knight's warhammer."

"In this battle, the ultimate victor will be the arena knight, but who will truly advance?"

Anderscher said instinctively.

"Soldier?"

Vulcan shook his head.

"No, both of them will advance."

Seeing the operators' puzzled looks, Fire Serpent continued to explain.

"The selection process for the Warriors Tournament is not solely based on victory or defeat; the combat skills and fighting spirit displayed by the warriors in battle are also among the criteria for judgment. After the battle, opinions from the audience are collected, which is essentially a public opinion poll."

"If the audience, inspired by his fighting spirit, believes that this soldier should not leave the battlefield in such a dejected manner, then he will step into the next round with his fighting spirit soaring high."

"Similarly, the winner also has the right to advance to the next round. He won, and that is an indisputable fact."

Vulcan looked around again and said with a smile.

"I know you're worried that if you run into Mr. Undying, probably no one can last more than a few rounds against him, right?"

Upon hearing Vulcan's words, the operatives on the bus couldn't help but laugh.

Even Melantha smiled; she was naturally very happy to hear others acknowledge her teacher's abilities.

It's not shameful; it's just that nobody wants to be this unlucky.

Vulcan continued.

"But you don't need to worry. I heard that the Undead Arena will give special advancement slots to those famous warriors. As a war knight of Kazimierz, Mr. Undead has the opportunity to directly advance to the Undead Arena."

No sooner had Vulcan finished speaking than there was a knock on the bus door.

Vulcan turned his head and saw Doberman's face right next to the bus door.

The driver opened the door, and Instructor Doberman walked in.

As soon as Dubin walked in, the reserve team members all put away their smiles and sat up straight in their seats.

This is the authority of an instructor!

However, Dobermann didn't come in to teach them a lesson.

Dobermann looked at the Undead and said.

“Mr. Undead, could you please come down here? The Minos officials need to verify your identity.”

Therefore, the reserve team members all turned their attention to the undead.

The Undead nodded, stood up, and stepped out of the car under the gaze of the crowd, with Doberman following behind him.

After the Undead left, Vulcan shrugged.

"See? I told you so."

...

Just as Vulcan predicted, Minos' officials confirmed the Undead's identities to ensure the War Knights would receive their invitations.

Unlike other renowned warriors, the Undead did not have a fixed abode. Therefore, Minos's invitation could not be delivered to him. Hearing that the Undead had come to Minos with the people of Rhodes Island, he naturally wanted to deliver the invitation.

After meeting the Undead, the Minos officials first spoke with him to confirm he was a War Knight. They then asked the Undead if he would accept the invitation to the Minos Undead Arena and advance directly to the tournament.

The immortal had no reason to refuse, so he accepted the invitation.

After that, the Undead learned that invitations were being sent to warriors outside the Minos region.

Only after being informed by Minos officials did the Undead realize that no more than ten invitations had been sent outside of Minos.

Although the Undying Arena is a large-scale battle celebration, Minos has limited interaction with other countries around the world. Therefore, there are very few ways to contact the warriors.

Moreover, the people of Minos trust their own eyes more than the rampant news and fake news.

The Undead demonstrated his strength in a global live stream, and there are also rumors of subsequent resistance against the commercial alliance.

Such warriors were exactly what the Minoans wanted. That's why the priests of the Temple of Heroes included the undead in their invitation list.

Seeing that the Undead had accepted Minos's invitation, the officials breathed a sigh of relief and showed expressions of excitement.

"Sir Knight, do you have a moment...?"

Seeing the several notebooks that had suddenly appeared in front of him, the Undead remained calm and dealt with them; he was almost used to it.

A minute later, the officials carefully put away their precious notebooks, held the immortal's hand for a long time, and then reluctantly let go.

It seems that the Undead Legion has fans all over Terra.

Minos officials also appeared to have inquired about Nearl from Dubin.

Judging from their tone, it seems they also sent an invitation to Linguang.

The news that Nearl, the Radiant Knight, had become an operator for Rhodes Island had already spread throughout Terra.

However, Dobermann shook her head, indicating that Nearl was likely involved in some mission and couldn't come to Minos.

In reality, Nearl did have something to do and couldn't come to Minos.

Thus, the Minos officials could only bid farewell to Dubin and the Undead with regret.

With the entry issue resolved, Doberman breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, Minos had made preparations in advance. Such a major event as the Undying Arena would naturally attract many people to watch, and this event would also bring considerable tourism promotion to Minos, so the official team attached great importance to it.

Therefore, even if more than a dozen people enter the country at the same time, the officials quickly resolve the entry issues.

Now, the people of Rhodes Island have a legitimate status to remain in Minos.

The village, named Akrotti, is one of the villages on the border between Minos and Sargon.

It is also the most talked-about village in Minos these days.

Because the warriors of Akroti village demonstrated exceptional combat skills during the Sargon conflict, and because of a priest who had achieved some success in both construction and military affairs, Akroti village gradually prospered within a few years and became one of the main forces on the Sargon border, fighting against the Sargon tribes.

However, although it is called a village, Akroti is not that backward. Compared with the villages of Shelag, the gap is already very large.

Originium equipment is everywhere, the buildings are not shabby, and the streets are clean and tidy, with merchants hawking their wares.

It's clear that the managers here must be working very hard.

Rhodes Island and the others stayed at a hotel near the bustling streets of Minos. After checking in, they gradually returned to their rooms with their luggage.

The Undead had originally planned to go up and start a campfire as soon as possible. But he saw a familiar figure in the inn.

As soon as he sat down in the chair, the man stopped eating, turned his head, and looked at the immortal sitting next to him.

"What?! Ugh, I'm stunned?"

Food blocked his speech, and his gaze toward the undead was a mixture of confusion and delight.

Even the immortal nodded in approval upon seeing an old acquaintance here.

"We meet again, Bloodthorn."

The Sarkaz man swallowed the food in his mouth.

"Oh dear, although I thought I might see you in Minos, I never expected that we would end up staying in the same village."

Bloodthorn's smile was genuine and unpretentious.

It's not surprising to find bloodthorns here, and no one would die.

This man has been away from Rhodes Island for some time now, supposedly to go and fight again.