Ark of the Immortal

Tianhuo trotted and came to the side of the undead man.

The undead man carried large and small bags of land and looked back at Tianhuo.

Do you want to come over tomorrow?

If you wish.

Tianhuo no longer regards the undead as his assistant.

Originally, I was recruiting assistants just to find someone who could help me. Unexpectedly, a powerful warlock who was beyond his knowledge in flames arrived.

About the salary...well...but it doesn't count as working for me now, right?

Tianhuo shook her head slightly, and she looked at the undead man in front of her.

As long as you are willing to come over and experiment with me occasionally and have a chat. Work doesn't matter, the salary is the tuition I paid for knowledge.

? The immortals never imagined that Tianhuo would be so thirsty for knowledge, even to this point.

He just said a few words casually, so what?

In fact, Tianhuo's attainments in fire spells are indeed quite high. But most of Terra's warlocks have never thought about what the spells they use mean to them.

Warlocks like Tianhuo who specialize in flames are just an exception. When she reaches a bottleneck, she often only needs one word to open the door to a new world for her.

Anyway, thank you very much for your advice.

After hesitating for a while, Tianhuo finally spoke.

The next experiment will be postponed. I want to test the idea you told me today. I will inform you later.

Speaking of this, Tianhuo suddenly remembered something.

Ah, by the way, I don't have your contact information yet!

Tianhuo turned around and took his communicator from the table inside the door.

Can you tell me your communicator number?

...

The undead man was silent for a while, looking at the sky fire in front of him, his eyes gradually becoming confused.

Communicator?

Yeah, communicator.

Tianhuo nodded, but after she noticed the doubtful gaze of the undead man, Beautiful Felin's gaze also gradually changed.

You don't have a communicator, do you?

The two of them stared at each other and stood there for a long time before the immortal nodded.

After Tianhuo learned that the undead didn't even have a communicator, he couldn't help but fall silent.

In the end, the undead man asked Tianhuo for a pen and left his address.

He also told Tianhuo that if he wanted to find him, he could send a letter to this place, or he could come directly.

How old-school people must be to choose this method!

Tianhuo sighed. She looked at the address left by the undead and fell into deep thought.

It seems that we need to find a way to get a communicator for this gentleman.

Listening to his voice, I'm afraid Mr. Undead is already quite old, right?

In Tianhuo's senses, the slightly shriveled palms of the undead man and his voice gave people the texture of an uncle in his forties or fifties, and this texture was naturally worthy of his profound knowledge.

After thinking about this, Tianhuo reacted belatedly.

An infected person in his forties or fifties can maintain such a level of sanity and such an amazing ability to control flames.

The Perheim College he was talking about was probably a very old-school school.

Maybe it was an organization formed by outstanding warlocks in private.

Mr. Immortal's status in Beiheim College is probably not low. Based on his conversation and knowledge of magic, he is even lower than a professor.

So why is he wearing armor in the first place?

Tianhuo's mind began to become confused.

The slightly plump body huddled on the sofa, enjoying the comfort after the experiment. At the same time, he clamped a back cushion with his elastic legs to make his waist slightly more comfortable.

All in all, be sure to ask Mr. Undead to come over for the next experiment.

Recalling the method used by the undead to gather the high-temperature energy that had escaped from her body today, Tianhuo still felt a little unbelievable when she thought about it.

That's not the source stone energy that guides stability. How can such violent energy be achieved?

The immortal man walking on the road home didn't think much about it.

Compared to Skyfire's experiments and the knowledge she longed for, the Immortal was more concerned about when the money would come.

You know, Kyobe's appetite is really terrifying, and the immortals can't bear to feed her non-nutritious food. She spends a lot of money on food every day.

It's normal for a growing child to eat more.

In Victoria, the currencies traded were nothing more than gold and silver coins, and Longmen coins issued by Longmen.

And Keobei can only eat one gold coin every day, which is converted into Longmen coins, which is several hundred!

The bulk of the money the immortals spend is on firewood.

The price of expensive firewood is actually not particularly high. It costs about a few gold coins a week. However, under the dual attack of firewood and food, the immortal's purse dried up very quickly, and there was a strong tendency that he would finish it in just two days.

They had been running for a month or two, and both of them were running low on inventory.

It’s impossible to let Hannah support them, right?

Kyobe may not care, and will eat whoever follows him, but the immortal cannot tolerate this.

He doesn't like to owe people things, not to mention that there shouldn't be any burden between friends.

While thinking about all this, the undead man turned around and walked into a shortcut.

Although this shortcut is a bit narrow, there is no need to go to the other end of the main road to take a detour. It goes straight to the lower city.

Of course, the undead people also have other thoughts.

When he reached the middle of the alley, the undead man put down the large and small bags he was holding, and looked back at the entrance of the alley.

Said out loud.

Follow me all the way. What's the matter?

The voice of the undead echoed in the alley, but there was no reaction at all.

But the undead man did not let down his guard. The breath of life he sensed was not fake.

He looked behind the vending machine at the entrance of the alley and said.

Is it me who comes out? Or am I the one who asks you to come out?

His raised right hand ignited a flame, which gradually condensed into a ball of flame.

Now, with the warlock proving that the greatest effect on the undead is to be able to use Origin Stone Skills in the city. This freed him up to use more means to fight the enemy without having to worry about subsequent problems.

Hiding in the shadows, don't think I can't see it.

As the hostility of the undead became more serious, the people hiding in the shadows finally became restless.

Behind the vending machine, in the invisible darkness, a group of shadows gradually boiled, and within a second, it condensed into a human form.

He stepped out of the shadows and looked at the undead man in front of him.

As expected of Victoria's Wandering Ghost, your perception ability has reached this level. I must be underestimating you.

The visitor was wearing a mask, and his entire body was covered in pitch-black clothing, making it difficult to see clearly when hidden in the shadows.

But he showed the skills of the Origin Stone, which made him become one with the shadow.

Yes, his Origin Stone skill is to make himself one with the shadow, and even be able to travel short distances in the shadow to track and assassinate.

you know me?

The face of the undead man hidden under the mask was expressionless, and the flames in his right hand had no intention of dissipating.

Even if this person knew him, his attitude did not express the slightest kindness.

Since he left Tianhuo's house, he has been following him.

Is it aimed at Tianhuo or himself?

No, I don't know him.

The man shook his head, his words equally emotionless. But compared to the undead, it was more like the sound coming from a machine.

But there is an adult who knows you, and he would like to meet you.

Come with me, Victoria's Wandering Ghost. There will be no harm to you. Meeting this gentleman can only be a good thing for you.

The stalker emerging from the shadows issues an invitation to the undead.

The undead man pondered for a moment and then raised his head.

who is he?

You need to understand this yourself. When you meet him, you will understand.

Then, I can't, promise.

The immortal shook his head. He would not accept such an invitation from a completely unknown source.

Especially since there is no information at all, who knows if there might be any traps?

Don't want to?

The stalker nodded.

Dead, that's fine too.

As he spoke, his entire body disappeared into the shadows.

It was like becoming a part of the shadow, turning into a liquid form, flowing along the darkness towards the undead.

That speed is extremely fast, just to catch people off guard.

Nowadays, the undead do not wear their own armor in order to facilitate their work. And what's even worse is that he hasn't brought his own giant sword yet.

Only the flames ignited in his hands were left, and the undead man gathered the flames immediately, preparing to explode the moment the enemy arrived in front of him to block his attack.

But at this moment, another cold light emerged from the darkness behind the undead man.

! This is not one! It's two people!

One is in front to attract the attention of the undead, while the other has long been lurking in the shadows behind the undead, motionless.

The breath of life that didn't leak out at all was exactly his method of assassination!

One after another, the two daggers stabbed the undead man's back vest and eyes at the same time.

Their hands are as steady as a rock.

He specifically chose this time to show up, just to wait for the wandering soul to take off his armor and put down the giant sword in his hand.

We must ensure that this invitation must bring people back.

No matter, dead or alive.

They have a sure chance of victory, and this assassination is their final victory!

But everything must come to an end, just as they have no way of knowing what the undead can do.

Ding!

The dagger behind his back could no longer move any further, and the assassin's original confidence disappeared in an instant.

A long sword made of flowing light was held in the hand of a withered left hand, with the backhand behind his back, blocking the dagger thrust from behind.

Magic (Flan Quick Sword)

The long sword composed of pure blue light points was originally created as a means for the magicians of France to fight against their enemies.

In order to pursue efficiency and practical combat, Frank's magicians will also think about how to deal with enemies if they get close.

The long sword made through magic is proof that the magicians of Fran can also practice swordsmanship.