Ark of the Immortal

This guy actually has two weapons on him. You can tell they are fake at first glance. Although the armor is quite handsome.

Fake?

Hannah asked curiously.

How do you know it's a fake? Doesn't it look wrong?

No, it looks quite right. The texture of the imitation iron block is almost the same as the real thing.

He stretched out his hand and made a gesture.

A sword that is so big and wide is taller than I am! It is carried on my back, and it is even unsteady when I walk. If it were really made of iron, how heavy would it be? Take a look. You just know it’s fake, it’s useless other than being cool!”

really.

Hannah went back and fished out two bottles of beer from the box, threw one to the member who was telling interesting things, and opened it for herself to take a sip.

What about another weapon?

Hey, thank you, sis!

The inspector opened his beer, took a sip, and continued talking.

The other weapon is even more nonsense. Although it looks cool, I have no idea what the point of doing it is.

He shook his head, seeming helpless about this matter.

A long sword with the blade twisted into a spiral shape. It's even rusty. I don't know if it can be used...

puff! !

Hannah subconsciously spit out a sip of beer, almost hitting the inspector.

What did you say?!

The big white cat suspected that she had heard wrongly, wiped the corner of her mouth, and asked directly.

A spiral sword?

The chatting inspector could only nod blankly.

Yeah, what's wrong? Do you know the eldest sister?

Hannah took a deep breath and combed through his words again.

Some members now joined after the riots and could not recognize the notorious armored geek.

But the old members who joined the Glasgow Gang before the riots still remember Mr. Wanderer.

Especially his habit of lighting a bonfire in the room. Almost all the old members took turns preparing firewood for the undead.

fine.

Hannah shook her head, then she spoke again.

Brothers, please pay attention to the city gate recently. If that person enters the city, tell me immediately.

Ah...yes! Got it!

The inspector nodded, but then doubts arose in his mind.

Who is that?

Is it that important?

Eighty-nine.Special way to enter the city

After more than two months of hiking, the undead and Kyobe finally walked out of the wasteland.

The experience in the wilderness was the beginning of a new life for Keob.

In the past, if Ceob wanted to cross the land between countries like this, he would have to avoid natural disasters and find ways to avoid man-made disasters.

For those who travel in the wasteland, the most terrifying thing is often not natural disasters, but other people who are targeting you.

But with the undead here, these are not problems. No one will take the initiative to provoke the undead. Generally, they will be intimidated when they see the giant sword on his back.

Occasionally, the iron head rushed up to attack the two of them, and was sent by the undead to merge with the earth.

This gave Kiobe a new concept of travel, and also changed her living habits to a certain extent.

Until the two of them walked along the river and saw the first village, Keob was not used to entering the village.

She felt that such a journey was so wonderful, and it would be great if she could continue like this.

The undead have no real sense of reality. For him, the past two months may have passed in the blink of an eye.

But it feels good to travel with someone.

After they arrived at the first village, they stayed here for a day.

Hey, you want to go to the city?

The innkeeper of the village heard the undead's appeal, and he enthusiastically came over to speak to the undead.

If you want to get into the city, the fastest way is to take a bus. There are buses coming out of the city every day. You only need two silver coins to get on the bus and get off at the south side of the upper city, near the lower city.

If I want to walk there, how long will it take?

The undead man took a look at the coins on his body. It was enough, but the undead man still wanted to save some.

It has been two months since I left, and this day is not far behind.

walk over?

The innkeeper glanced at the undead man in surprise. After clicking his tongue twice, he seemed surprised by the undead man's costume.

Is he a knight from Casimir? Could it be that you came from Casimir?

almost.

The undead man nodded. Kjerag's direction was almost the same as Casimir's. There was nothing wrong with the boss saying so.

Awesome, crossing the wasteland on two legs.

The innkeeper couldn't help but look at the immortal man again, and the little girl who had been sitting next to him eating silently without saying a word.

If you want to walk into the city, start walking at dawn. If the weather is good, you can reach the gate of the lower city before dark.

The boss moved closer to the undead man and pointed at Keob who was eating a big meal next to him.

Keob had not eaten for two days and was so hungry that he grabbed fish and chips and started stuffing them into his mouth.

The sweet and sour sauce whetted her appetite, and there were already several layers of plates piled up next to her.

As you said, brother, even if you want to save money, you should also consider your daughter. She followed you all the way from the wasteland, right?

He glanced pityingly at Keob's dirty body.

Just in time, there will be a train into the city soon. If you can catch it, you can enter the city before night. Then find a place to stay and have a good rest in the city. Look how dirty their clothes are?

The undead man turned his head and glanced at Keob.

Although there is indeed a lot of dust on the clothes, they are much cleaner than before taking a shower.

Feeling the gaze of the two men, Kyobe also raised his head from the bowl.

With her mouth full, she looked at the undead and the innkeeper next to her with blank eyes, who seemed to be plotting something.

He was still chewing something in his mouth, and his cheeks moved like a little hamster.

? A bright question mark seemed to appear on her head.

The undead man reached out and patted Keob's head.

It's okay, eat.

! So Keob lowered his head again and drank all the soup in the bowl.

The innkeeper's proposal even made the immortal a little bit moved. Indeed, if the process can be carried out earlier, it is better than waiting for bad weather.

But just when the undead man was about to ask the innkeeper for specific information, the innkeeper suddenly asked.

Ah, by the way, is this your first time in Victoria?

The immortal thought for a moment and then replied.

Yes, first time.

The innkeeper looked at the undead man and then at Keob next to him, he said.

Since the last infected person riot, a special area has been set up to detain infected persons. If you see an infected person in the city or on the road, please do not hesitate to report the case directly to the police station.

There was no emotion for those infected at all in his words, which was in sharp contrast to the enthusiasm with which the innkeeper spoke to the undead before.

Infected people, riot?

The undead man captured the key information, and he quickly pursued the question.

what is that?

Hey, you don't know yet?

The innkeeper glanced at the undead man and said with a smile.

Those damn infected people launched an attack on Victoria a year ago. In that incident, the lower city was almost completely destroyed. If the police and security forces hadn't responded promptly, I'm afraid the upper city would also have problems.

Speaking of this, the hotel owner couldn't help but show a frightened expression.

I have a relative who lives in Xiacheng District. If he hadn't gone to bed early that day and didn't wake up easily after falling asleep, I'm afraid he would have been hit too.

Those infected people attack living people when they see them. I heard that many people died in the lower city overnight. Even in the upper city and the area close to the lower city, many nobles died at the hands of these scum.

The innkeeper brought a glass of water to the undead man. He held his head with one hand and tutted.

Tell me, why do these infected people have to go to the city? We normal people live our own lives, but it's not good for these infected people to live their own lives?

Originally, there are noble masters from above who are suppressing me. Now I have to always be on guard to see if any infected people attack me. These days, I'm afraid it's getting more and more difficult.

Anyway, those infected will not live for more than a few years. Isn't it better to find a place to deal with yourself than to come in front of us? They will die anyway, so it is better to die in a dignified manner.

At this point, the innkeeper sighed, shook his head and sighed.

It would be great if there were no infected people in the world!

The undead man was silent and did not answer.

According to Yin Hui's previous exchanges with the undead, he himself seemed to have been active in the infected riot a year ago. He couldn't remember what the situation was at that time.

...

The hotel owner's words were filled with disgust for the infected.

For a long time, the infected people that the undead have heard about are all extremely vicious people. They either attacked this village today, or they robbed a convoy of another chamber of commerce.

Occasionally, he encounters one or two normal infected people, such as Casimir's Bloodblade Knight Bloodthorn. He also likes to shout fight and kill all day long, asking the undead to fight him with the determination to kill him.

The undead had no reason to refute the innkeeper's point of view. Because all the information currently known cannot make the undead think that most infected people are good.

Even the undead themselves have no favorable impressions of the infected.

For no other reason than for those guys who jump out of the roadside every day, armed with weapons and trying to rob the undead and Ceob.

There is also a small part of it due to intuition, but even immortals don’t know where this intuition comes from.

Has he been annoyed by infected people before?

Hey, I'm sorry, guest, please don't mind if I complain a little.

The hotel owner smiled and waved his hand, ending the conversation.

fine.

The undead man handed the water cup in front of him to Kiobe next to him and did not ask the innkeeper for more details about the vehicle.

After Keob took the water cup, he drank the water in one gulp, wiped his mouth, and raised the plate in his hand.

More more!

Okay, okay, come right away!

It was probably the first time for the innkeeper to see such a delicious girl. He ran to the kitchen with a smile and brought Keob a large portion of fish and chips.

The undead man looked at Keob who was eating happily next to him, and he was thinking about it.

The idea of ​​taking a ride into the city was probably in vain. If it was true, as the hotel owner said, that Victoria had designated an area to detain infected people, then they would be inspected immediately when they got off the bus.