Ark, after I died, the operators began to love me

The whistling wind carried large flakes of snow as thick as buckets, which instantly blew away the contaminated collapsed body, and a deep gully was plowed into the thick snow.

I saw a man in a black coat landing lightly on the snow, his boots leaving shallow marks, like a weightless feather, flying lightly towards me.

"Brother, just move forward. I will take care of the girl. If possible, leave her alive. I have a way to make the collapsed body speak." Mike shouted from afar.

He is not as strong as Chongyue, who can walk on the snow without leaving any traces. If he were to do it, the snow would be chopped into pieces.

The corner of Zhongyue's mouth twitched. He really didn't want to be called "big brother", but now the matter was urgent, so he had to talk about it later.

The overall strength of the collapsed bodies in front of him was not even as good as the ones encountered in the transfer station. These poor Sami warriors died heroically during their lifetime, and were contaminated by evil spirits after death, turning into puppets of those monsters. This reminded Chongyue of some of his experiences when he was guarding the border, so he naturally attacked much harder.

No matter what, it is to help the soldiers rest in peace.

He personally detests this kind of manipulation of the dead.

The tall Yan country man raised his arms, and his powerful skills operated autonomously. Wind, snow, and light all swirled between his palms.

More than a dozen Mu Lie warriors had been killed and wounded by Typhon before, so they were no match for Zhongyue at this moment. The power of his palm was enough to deform and distort even an armored vehicle.

Mike looked up and thought that his eldest brother was really violent. His sisters didn't dare to act naughty, which must have been due to this skill.

The buttocks are made of flesh, and they can't withstand such a beating...

Wait, what on earth was I thinking?

Mike shook his head and supported the almost unconscious Typhon. The purple-haired Sarkaz girl was still somewhat conscious and vaguely saw a man holding her.

"Don't be nervous, we are the investigation team of the Melander Foundation, you have been rescued."

Typhon didn't seem to hear clearly. His head tilted and he fainted.

Mike raised his hand and lightly touched the center of the girl's forehead. A golden light flashed, and wisps of black flames rose from the girl's body. The evil demon's pollution gradually dissipated.

Based on the man's rich experience, he quickly made a diagnosis and found that the Sarkaz girl had six skin injuries in total. There was a certain degree of blood loss, but it was not fatal. The most dangerous contamination had already dissipated, so it was not a problem for her to survive.

Then the problem is coming.

After saving the girl, Mike couldn't go to other transfer stations. He couldn't go alone, or let Zhongyue go alone. In the end, there was only one choice left.

Not long after, Zhongyue, who had eliminated most of the enemies, came back and brought a prisoner to Mike, a prisoner without a face.

Zhongyue, who had the Mike mark on his body, would not be contaminated at all. He easily passed through the contaminated area and captured this guy alive.

"It looks like he's an officer or something like that. The leather armor he wears is different from other Woodsplitter warriors."

As Mike spoke, he placed the unconscious Typhon next to the snowmobile. He only asked a few questions and everything would be fine soon.

Before arriving in Sami, their team had some understanding of the local situation in Sami and knew that the most elite warriors of the Sami were called Mu Lie.

Seeing the polluted Wood Split Warrior so early was a huge surprise.

At this moment, not only Mike, but also Zhongyue had a sense of foreboding in his heart.

In their understanding, Wood Split Warriors usually appear in the north of the Sami. They also heard that the Sami built a long wall in the north to block the evil spirits that infiltrated from the Far North to the south.

Both Mike and Zhongyue looked unhappy. The former came in front of the contaminated Mu Lie warrior, raised his hand to grab the collar of the opponent's leather armor, put two fingers together with his left hand, and poked directly at the face that looked like the starry sky.

In an instant, a flash of golden light appeared, and a large amount of black mist emanated from the top of the Wood-Splitting Warrior's head and evaporated into the air.

Gradually, the part that had no face originally began to take on the appearance of a human, but the muscles had been twisted, and there was no trace of its appearance in life. It was extremely ugly.

At this time, the Wood Split Warrior tightly grasped Mike's right arm with both hands. Mike understood that this was the last attachment of the dead to this land. He could at most dispel the pollution of evil spirits, but he could not bring the dead back to life. When the time came, the warrior still had to return to the Styx.

"I ask you questions, do you understand?"

"Ugh!"

The Woodsplitter Warrior couldn't utter any words with clear meaning, but Mike understood what he meant at the moment.

The man asked briefly, "Did you go on an expedition in the north?"

The Woodsplitter Warrior nodded.

"What was the result of the expedition?"

Shake his head.

"Is the one leading you Sammy's hero?"

nod.

"Did your prophet provide any prophecy?"

nod.

"I have no problem now, brave warrior, may Anma bless your soul."

"Ugh!"

The hands that were tightly grasping Mike's right arm loosened, and the Wood Split Warrior turned into a corpse again, completely dead.

As Mike said, the Sami people believe that after death they will return to the River Styx and be reborn as flowers, plants, birds, animals and other living creatures. Death is not the end for them, but just part of the cycle.

After getting the answer, Mike squatted there and pondered for a few seconds. He placed the warrior in the snow and buried him with the accumulated snow.

Zhongyue came to the snowmobile, settled the unconscious Typhon, and his eyes fell on the giant bow.

Even though the Sarkaz girl was unconscious, her fingers were still tightly grasping the weapon and she refused to let go.

"I admire every soldier who fought to the last moment on the Sami Ice Field, but this is not the way to go on."

Mike said solemnly: "We may be late."

"Why do you say that?"

Mike took a deep look towards the north, got on the snowmobile without looking back, and tied Typhon tightly to himself with a rope to prevent her from slipping off the vehicle.

"Let's talk about it after we get back."

44. The kettle brings hope and life

Ice caves in the foothills of the Sami North.

Elki could no longer see Typhon's fate, nor her own future. When the Cyclops was in despair, she could not help but try divination again. This time, Typhon's fate reappeared. She saw a blue light, and then she felt a sharp pain in the eye on her forehead.

what is that?

What happened to Typhon?

Elki's face was pale and the severe pain made her feel dizzy and she almost fainted. Fortunately, as a Cyclops, the Sarkaz had an excellent physique and managed to hold on.

In fact, it would be more comfortable for her to just faint.

The soaked Cyclops panted heavily, using his arms to support his heavy body, and murmured, "What happened on the Sami Icefield?"

The Sami Ice Field, which had originally fallen into a deep starry sky, began to slowly restore its original appearance, and the future was changing little by little.

However, as a prophet, the Cyclops had no way to observe the whole incident through his own Originium skills.

No matter what, Typhon is safe now. I hope she cherishes the rest of her life and doesn't do anything stupid again.

……

at dusk.

Mike brought the Sarkaz girl, and with her, Chongyue, back to their previous stopover station.

The transit station was the same as when they left it, with not much changes.

Under the command of Holhaiya and the administrator, many survivors collected all the food, water, and alcoholic beverages they could find, and decided to gather together to rest and wait for rescue.

The return of Mike and others also heralds new news.

However, when the administrator learned that they did not make it to the next transfer station, he couldn't help but reveal a look of disappointment on his face.

Mike didn't care about all that. He found Adele and asked the lamb to take care of the Sarkaz girl.

This is a warrior.

Being a soldier meant that she had more intelligence than civilians who didn't know how to fight.

Mike looked at all the supplies and their distribution in the camp, and sighed in his heart, she is worthy of being called Holhaiya. Quetzalcoatl said that she was an agent, but in fact she was also quite professional in other aspects, and she knew very well what Mike wanted. As soon as he rushed back, she gave him all the information she had.

Having such a woman around him has largely replaced Kal'tsit's role, and Mike doesn't have to do everything himself.

Mike thought so in his heart, and then he felt something was wrong, because this might mean that he would have to pay a little extra price.

Mike remembered the expression on Quetzalcoatl's face when he licked his lips. This woman probably figured out what she wanted.

"senior."

Mike's eyes returned to reality from the form, and he said to Adele apologetically, "Sorry, I was just looking at the information."

"It's okay, senior. I just wanted to say that I have already treated this young lady's external injuries. She must be overtired and too weak. She will recover after resting for a while."

"Thank you, our little doctor."

Mike never hesitates to give praise, just like when he was in Rhode Island. Encouragement and praise are the best rewards for children, and children occasionally ask for extra gifts.

The time came to one evening.

When the food was distributed, Mike got a piece of soft toasted bread, or rather a steamed bun, which was enough to fill his stomach.

As if he smelled the aroma of food, the unconscious Typhon woke up more than two hours earlier than Adele had expected.

The weak Sarkaz girl looked at the food in Mike's hand eagerly. She had been hungry all day and it would be better if she could have something to eat.

"Miss, you are my guest, so of course I cannot let you go hungry." Mike generously tore half of the bread in his hand and gave it to Typhon, and poured her a glass of water.

"Honestly, you are safe now, even if it is temporarily."

"Thank you!"

Typhon just responded, grabbed the bread and stuffed it into her mouth. After taking a big bite, she choked. Mike hurried forward to give her some water.

After eating and drinking, the girl managed to regain some energy.

"Sir, I don't know how to express my gratitude to you. If it weren't for you, I think I would have died there."

Before Typhon fell into a coma, he seemed to hear the man introducing himself.

The Melander Foundation, it seemed like he had heard this name somewhere before, but Typhon couldn't remember it for a moment.

"Our organization's headquarters is in Colombia, if you know what I mean."

After Mike explained this, Typhon, who had been walking on the ice field for several years, immediately understood what he wanted to say.

"Don't worry, I won't mind. I'm not particularly interested in Columbia, but I don't hate it either."

Mike nodded and took out the previously written record of the Wood Split soldier's confession.

He generously handed the paper to Typhon. After the latter took a look at it, his expression changed and finally turned into a helpless sigh.

"Miss, I don't know your name yet. Sighing is very bad for your recovery. You should be happier. I rarely see someone with a bitter expression after escaping death."

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't be so negative."

Typhon managed a forced smile.

Mike sighed, it would be better not to laugh.

Looking at the Sarkaz girl propping up her body with her arms, her tight clothes swayed slightly.

As expected of a Sarkaz, he is gifted.

"Well, sir from the Melander Foundation, you can call me Typhon. This is my name and also my code name."

"Miss Typhon, nice to meet you. My name is Mike, Mike Ann. You can call me Ann or Mike. I personally prefer the latter because that's what my colleagues call me."

As soon as Mike finished speaking, he heard someone outside the room shouting, "Mike, I've boiled a pot of hot water here, do you need it?"

Mike smiled and called back, "Fill my thermos, thanks."

When he turned to look at Typhon again, the Sarkaz girl couldn't help laughing.

“Are you Colombians always like this?”

"No, maybe it's just me. I prefer hot water to alcohol and drinks. Hot water can bring us hope and life."

Typhon didn't quite understand what his metaphor meant, but when he thought about it carefully, it seemed to make some sense.

Colombians do have lively minds, and are hard to guess.

"Okay, let's get down to business now, Miss Typhon. If you have any opinion on the contents of this paper, you are welcome to make any additions."

The expression on Typhon's face disappeared again, and she looked at it a few more times before returning the paper to Mike.