Ark Undead

However, it wasn't people staring at this woman named Surtr, nor was it because she possessed powerful Originium Arts.

It was the two-handed greatsword in her hand. Although its design was somewhat strange, the undead felt a unique sense of familiarity with that sword.

And that flame...

The Undead felt that the flames were familiar, so familiar that he could wave his hand and...do whatever he wanted?

But it was clearly not the first flame, which was puzzling.

Regardless, the Undead have remembered this name.

As Surtr stepped off the platform, she turned around and looked at the top of the priest's altar, where the Undead and Pallas were positioned.

The Undead felt her gaze, and in that brief eye contact, he saw her confusion and curiosity.

Also, she has a strong interest in herself.

The image reflected in those pale purple pupils was that of an immortal.

Surtr didn't stare at the undead for long. After a brief glance, he turned and walked off the altar.

But before leaving, she turned her head again and looked at the Rhodes Island team watching the match from the other side.

And in the crowd, they accurately spotted Melanie's figure.

Sensing that someone was watching her, Melantha turned her head in a daze and looked at Surtr.

This powerful female warrior also left a deep impression on Melantha, who, out of friendliness, nodded slightly to Surtr as a greeting.

Surtr paused for a moment, not expecting Melantha to notice that he was looking at her, and then nodded in a friendly manner.

Their eyes met briefly before looking away. Melantha didn't think much of it, but Surtr's mind was filled with doubt.

"Why are there...two paths?"

Surtr left the altar, muttering to himself.

Surtr was just a minor incident; what followed were some ordinary battles.

Today's battle celebrations ended after sunset with a somber chime.

None of the warriors chose to leave; instead, they stayed by the altar and talked with the warriors they had acknowledged.

Meanwhile, after the battle celebration ended, the priests at the Temple of Heroes prepared a grand banquet.

The banquet is an indispensable part of Minos's warrior gathering.

After a battle, the soldiers would gather together to enjoy a delicious meal, drink fine wine, and share their experiences from the day's fighting.

This is also a good way to connect with the soldiers.

As the candlelight and lamplight illuminated the night, the soldiers went in groups to the room next to the Temple of Heroes, which was used for meals.

Inside were already fruits picked by the Minoans, baked flatbreads, and crispy, tender pieces of meat.

Amidst clinking glasses and laughter, the soldiers happily made friends and had a wonderful time.

Not only the soldiers, but also the citizens who participated in the ceremony will join the banquet.

They would praise their favorite soldiers and enjoy the afterglow of the battle with them.

Of the Rhodes Island group, five had survived a round of combat.

Besides Melantha, there is a warlock, two heavy armorers, and the main attacker of Operation Reserve Group A1.

But without a doubt, the most eye-catching battle on Rhodes Island today was the fight between Melantha and Meteor Morton.

After the battle, Meteor Morton went to the priests of the Temple of Heroes for help with his treatment. He is now sitting in his seat, enjoying a hearty meal with bandages wrapped around his body.

Their large size means they need more food to provide nutrition.

Morton didn't bring his heavy hammer, but his eyes lit up when he saw the Rhodes Island crew arrive at the banquet hall with the warriors.

Morton put down the flatbread and meat he was holding, picked up his own wine glass, filled it with his own wine, and leaned over.

The children from Rhodes Island had just found a spot and were about to sit down and rest.

Then I saw Morton pick up his wine glass and walk over.

Katie instinctively shielded Melantha behind her, fearing that Morton was there to cause trouble.

"Today's battle was very exciting, and it was the first time I realized that there were weaknesses in the tactics I was so proud of."

When not fighting, Morton has a somewhat goofy appearance, both in his speech and actions.

The fact that he was covered in bandages made him even more comical.

As he spoke, Morton raised his glass to Melantha.

"Young lady, you're very skilled. I hope we can have another match next time!"

Ignoring Melantha's reaction, Morton downed half the glass of wine in one gulp and then let out a satisfied sigh.

Little Melansha was naturally at a loss for how to handle this situation.

Melanie has never drunk alcohol before, because she was too old and her health was weak, so her family wouldn't let her drink.

Later, because she was training with the Undead, drinking alcohol would affect her thinking, so Melantha intentionally resisted alcohol.

Looking left and right, I could only find a clean wooden cup on the table and fill it with juice.

"Thank you, you're amazing too!"

Melanie's soft, sweet voice, combined with her deliberately serious tone, made her even more adorable.

After saying that, the kitten drank the juice in its cup in one gulp.

It seems that because there was too much juice, Melanie's wound hadn't healed by the afternoon, and she wasn't able to finish it.

After coughing twice, Melanie, her face flushed, swallowed the juice in her mouth.

Melantha covered her mouth slightly, gave Morton another smile, and then put down her wine glass.

After all, she was Melantha, a noblewoman from the Victorian era, and her words and actions were very proper.

As she grows older, she develops a charm that combines cuteness and elegance.

Morton nodded, then turned his gaze to Doberman beside him.

"May I ask your name, soldier?"

Just call me Doberman.

Instructor Dubin extended his right hand to Morton.

Morton reached out and shook hands with Dobermann, then spoke to him at length.

Basically, the soldiers you train are incredibly brave. Even women can fully utilize their physical advantages.

As he said this, Morton glanced at Melantha, Katie, and even Ansel.

When Ansel saw Morton looking at him, his face darkened, but he didn't say anything.

After saying that, the burly man pulled Doberman up for another drink before returning to his seat, satisfied, to continue eating his biscuits.

Barely managing to get by with Morton, Melanie felt she wasn't quite used to this environment.

"How should I put it... I feel that the people of Minos are very warm and pure."

Curious, Stewart picked up a dessert from the table and popped it into his mouth.

"Hmm...is this a traditional Minos dessert? It looks pretty good."

"I don't dislike it, but if they're too enthusiastic, I still find it a bit hard to handle."

Melanie said softly, rubbing her forehead.

As soon as Melantha finished speaking, a large group of Minos surrounded her.

Most of them were warriors who participated in the Warriors Tournament today.

Seeing the potential of Melantha, he was eager to approach her and make her his friend.

Seeing so many people surrounding her, Melanie felt dizzy and overwhelmed by their chatter.

Seeing Melantha surrounded by so many people, Katie secretly took two steps back, gave the flustered Melantha a cheering emoji, and then followed Stewart and the others to find something to eat.

This is a training she needs to go through. Rhodes Island operators not only need to excel in combat, but also need to learn how to socialize.

Little Melansha has a very likable personality, not only now, but she will encounter many similar situations in the future.

In addition, given her Victorian aristocratic background, her adaptability is certainly not bad.

Dobermann and Nightblade simply smiled at the scene and then stood guard around Melantha.

As an instructor, it is natural to give the officers opportunities to train.

But if anyone tries to take advantage of the chaos and do something bad, Yato and Doberman are not to be trifled with.

The Undead were naturally indispensable at the victorious feast held by the warriors.

Persuaded by Pallas, the Undead reluctantly agreed to go to the banquet for a glimpse.

However, although the immortals arrived at the banquet venue, very few people dared to come up and say a few words to them.

First of all, his full suit of armor gave off an aura that kept strangers at bay.

In addition, since he neither died nor ate nor drank alcohol, he felt out of place at the entire banquet.

The immortal stayed for a while, but found it uninteresting.

I took a look at the situation on Rhodes Island from afar.

Doberman noticed his gaze and gestured for him to look at Melanie beside him.

Upon discovering that Melantha was dealing with these Minoan warriors, the Undead abandoned their previous plans.

It's a good thing for Melantha to meet more people, and the Undead won't stop her.

Just then, he felt a burning gaze from behind.

The immortal looked back and found that it was the side door of the banquet hall.

There was no one near the side door.

Pallas noticed the Undead's unusual movements and leaned closer to ask what was going on.

"What's wrong? Is there a problem, or are you feeling unwell?"