Ark Undead

The undead certainly know more; the information Pallas provided was almost explicit.

Long ago, it was a sword brought by the Fire Maiden that remained in the Temple of Heroes of Minos.

Therefore, only heroes who go to the Temple of Heroes to undergo trials can obtain power or weapons that match their strength.

If it's not the Fire Mage, then who else could it be?

Faced with the immortal's silence, Pallas did not press the immortal for what he knew.

If the immortals truly are immortal, then her so-called destined hero is correct; that is to say, this hero will bring even greater prosperity to Minos.

Even the way Pallas held the flame was exactly the same as how the Fire Mage held the First Flame. The Undead couldn't believe it was just a coincidence.

"So, what should I do?"

Without any hesitation, the Undead have found their new goal.

Whatever the Fire Mage left behind in that Temple of Heroes, it's something the Undead absolutely must obtain.

"Win the Undead Arena, become the hero of the Battle Festival, and take away the treasures left in the Temple of Heroes."

Pallas clapped his hands, as if to brush away the dust from his hands as well.

"However, before that, I wonder if the hero has time to have lunch with me?"

A huge question mark seemed to appear on the head of the immortal.

He couldn't understand why Pallas's topic shifted so abruptly.

After asking a priest to inform the people of Rhodes Island that he would not be with them at noon, he asked them to do so.

The Undead and Pallas slipped out quietly through the back door of the temple.

Pallas took off his priest's robes and put on his everyday robes.

Only when viewed from this angle does she barely have any girlish charm.

"Where are we going?"

The Undead accepted Pallas's invitation because he felt Pallas might know more and wanted to extract more information from him.

However, Pallas simply chose a restaurant at random, greeted the owner, and then pulled the Undead to sit down.

At this moment, Pallas didn't seem like a high priest at all.

"I'm very sorry to have asked you to have a meal alone for this reason."

As soon as she sat down, Pallas apologized to the Undead as if she had done something wrong.

"However, I can assure you that what I just said is true! There are also some details that I need to discuss with you."

The immortal nodded slightly, indicating his understanding.

After all, Pallas's sudden change of direction was rather abrupt, and even the undead took some time to process it.

After the owner brought out the local Minoan specialties, Pallas rubbed his hands together, ready to start eating.

Now, Pallas's original dignified and sacred appearance has completely disappeared, replaced by a casual and carefree girl.

Sensing the gaze of the Undead, Pallas chuckled twice.

"I'm sorry, but the High Priest is human too. No one can be like that all the time, right?"

It seems she has considerable self-awareness.

The Undead pushed the plate in front of him forward, indicating that he was not hungry yet and was waiting for Pallas to eat.

Pallas's eating manner was relatively normal, and compared to the wild eating habits of Bloodthorn and Ceobe, it was quite pleasing to the eye.

Well, how should I put it?

After swallowing the food in his mouth, Pallas wiped the corner of his mouth with the napkin next to him.

“Indeed, I received a divine message from the goddess. I spoke with her in a dream, and she told me that the destined hero would come to take the treasure located in the Temple of Heroes.”

“All the priests of Yasenus know about this. We decided to hold the Undead Games through a meeting, but at the same time, another problem is troubling us.”

Pallas looked at the Undead and said.

"The Temple of Heroes is the center of Pallas, and the treasures enshrined in the Temple of Heroes are perhaps the means by which we gain power."

“If you take that treasure, Minos’s military defenses, which have been in place until now, may collapse.”

This is very clear, and I also learned this from the previous conversation between the Undead and the Vulcan Doberman.

The Minoan culture of heroes was built around the Temple of Heroes.

Heroes who are recognized by the people are qualified to enter the Temple of Heroes and receive the blessings of the gods.

At the same time, one can also obtain power or matching weapons from the Temple of Heroes.

If the Undead take away the core of the Temple of Heroes, then this rule may become invalid.

The immortal's voice was slightly cold as he asked.

"You don't want a winner?"

"No, no, no, you don't need to worry. I invited you out to dinner not because I wanted you to give up the idea of ​​taking the treasure."

"If I understand correctly, that originally belonged to you, not to Minos."

Pallas quickly shook his head.

"I wanted to talk to you about other things, such as what kind of situation Minos will face after losing the treasure."

Hearing that Pallas wasn't trying to stop him, the Undead's tone softened slightly.

"Go ahead."

Upon hearing that the Undead were willing to communicate with him, Pallas quickly asked.

What are your thoughts on Minos so far?

The immortal thought for a moment, then simply shook his head.

It's not that the Undead think Minos is bad.

He hasn't yet gained a deep understanding of this country, so naturally he can't rush to conclusions.

But if it's just a superficial view, the Undead actually find Minos quite endearing.

"Somewhat familiar. The soldiers' combat effectiveness is alright."

This is the idea of ​​the immortals.

Minos's culture of heroism prevents warriors from being hostile to each other, and warriors with great strength can fight side by side.

This is one of Minos's strengths: he was able to recognize the value of people and acknowledge the effects they bring.

"However, they are disorganized and their defensive capabilities are very weak."

However, due to the emergence of a heroic culture, Minos was unable to organize an effective military force.

It's a simple truth: perhaps everyone is strong, but not all strong individuals have sufficient teamwork.

Minos was unable to mount an effective resistance against groups like the Sargon tribe, which raided in formation.

This is why Sargon was able to occupy Minos for a century.

"Yes, that's what I think too."

Pallas quickly nodded, agreeing with the statement about the immortals.

"Under these circumstances, maintaining Minos's position is no easy task. Moreover, if you take the treasures from the temple..."

This is a fact that the Minos have to face: once they are far removed from heroes, who are combat forces that operate on a single basis, the Minos' defensive capabilities are virtually nonexistent.

Pallas saw this too, so she wanted to make a change.

"So, what I'm thinking is, is there any way to ensure that even if you take the treasures away, Minos will not lose the foundation of heroic culture, and at the same time develop a more effective power model on it?"

The more the immortal listened, the more troublesome it became.

He wasn't really interested in these things, and besides, these were things that shouldn't be discussed with immortals.

Fortunately, Pallas quickly revealed his true purpose.

"So, I've come up with a solution."

Pallas looked at the Undead with bright eyes, his tone tinged with excitement.

"I'll make you an idol!"

335. War Knight Idol Project

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The petite Minoan priestess in front of him had already caused the undead to experience two moments of bewilderment within just one hour.

He could no longer guess what this priest named Pallas was thinking.

"That's right! Making you an idol is my plan!"

Pallas slammed his hand on the table, beaming, and shouted those words.

Only now did I realize that the seemingly dignified high priestess in front of me was actually just a young girl.

Undead couldn't understand Pallas's thoughts. He placed his hand on the table, tapped the table with his index finger, and asked in a low voice.

"Idol?"

Pallas detected a hint of doubt and irritation in the Undead's tone.

To be honest, Pallas knew her suggestion was somewhat far-fetched. So she quickly began to explain to the Undead what she meant.

"Wait a minute, Mr. War Knight, we don't mean to make you a tool for us to make money, like Kazimierz."

Pallas said it quite naturally.

"Instead, it's through you that we can highlight certain unique characteristics within the Minoan culture of heroism, setting a benchmark. Do you understand what I mean?"

The Undead nodded slightly, his fingers still tapping the table, producing a dull thud.

"Go on."

Pallas had secured a valuable opportunity for herself, and she immediately continued to add to it.