Ark of the Immortal

After all, the big moves of a deep-sea hunter and a mysterious knight of unknown origin around Iberia are not easily covered up.

"He is a good friend of Mr. Onstein and an old acquaintance of the doctor."

Kelsey only told part of it and then said nothing more.

"Although you have never met him, another of your kin has a very good relationship with him."

"Scadi?"

"Um."

Kelsey nodded.

"I think you have met Skadi too. Otherwise she would not have gone to Minos in such a hurry."

"She had very few calls. I thought she was lucky and was favored by God."

Gladia was obviously induced by the smell of Skadi's body, and there was an obvious error in her judgment.

"After all, at that time, I was being "hunted." She couldn't be allowed to break into their hunting circle so recklessly. "

After Kelsey heard this word, she actually laughed softly.

The hunter from the deep sea said that he was being hunted.

"But you also noticed that after you came into contact with Skadi, your danger disappeared quickly."

Kelsey said.

"They gave up calling you out of fear."

"what is that?"

Gladia wants to get answers from Kelsey.

But Kelsey was obviously not that easy to fool, so she didn't answer directly.

"It's time to talk about our cooperation. Your questions will eventually be answered, but not now."

Gladia looked at the woman in front of her.

She wanted to reach out, grab her neck and press her against the wall to let her finish her words.

But reason told Gladia that this was not the time to do this.

"good."

Gladia lowered her eyes and looked at the ghost shark lying quietly in the treatment cabin.

"Say it."

Skadi expressed satisfaction with Gladia's attitude. She stepped forward, came to the console of the survival cabin, and pressed the button.

The glass that isolated the ghost shark peeled away, revealing her skin.

"Have you ever known who made the ghost shark look like this?"

Kelsey looked at Gladia and asked her question.

Gladia nodded.

"The Church of the Deep Sea, those disgusting smells, I have never forgotten."

"Then tell me, how will those guys who think they are hunters feel when such an interesting prey escapes?"

Kelsey looked at Gladia and expressed her proposal.

"What would you want to do if it were you?"

Gladia didn't answer Kelsey.

This question needs no answer at all.

Those who covet Agor's technology and are eager to reconnect with the sea will never give up any chance.

Even their former compatriots would not hesitate to wield the butcher's knife.

Therefore, after a short period of silence, Gladia reached out and picked up the ghost shark lying in the treatment cabin.

"Her current state..."

"rest assured."

Kelsey seemed to know what Gladia wanted to ask.

"She is very stable now, and even the Source Stone solution in her body has a certain degree of purification."

Gladia stopped making any sound, she picked up the ghost shark and walked out of the room.

Kelsey stretched out her hand to stop her.

"If you can, please leave a mark here."

Kelsey looked at Gladia and made her request.

"If you want to negotiate terms with the Iberian judges, it will be very troublesome without some decent gifts."

As a result, the steel wall next to the room was easily torn apart, leaving a large hole.

Cold air poured in from the hole leading to the deck, blowing the hair of the two deep-sea hunters.

“A pleasure to work with.”

With just the last words left, Gladia jumped out when the sirens suddenly sounded in Rhode Island.

Kelsey nodded slightly and whispered softly.

“A pleasure to work with.”

338. Melanza’s weakness

Ignore the matter of Rhode Island for the time being, no matter what Kelsey is planning, it has nothing to do with the undead.

But being undead is really boring.

Not that I'm suffering just sitting here. After all, he was sitting by the campfire, no matter where he sat.

But it was really troublesome for the immortal to comment on the fighting styles of these warriors one by one.

When the strength gap reaches a point where it is enough to produce a qualitative change, the strong will only find it ridiculous when they see the weak fighting.

This is not a question of mentality, but a question of combat perspective.

There may occasionally be warriors that make the undead stand out, but these warriors don't match their opponents.

The battle on the first day was a mixed bag, with those who had the ability not to show outstanding performance, but those who did not have the ability to make a splash.

After watching for a while, Pallas didn't even ask about the immortals, but just followed the rules.

Soon, it was everyone's turn in Rhode Island.

When the players' turn came to Rhode Island, the immortal talent put away their dull mentality and began to watch the game seriously.

The first person to appear was Ansel, a doctor.

Ansel's opponent is a warrior armed with a long sword.

In fact, it is more correct to say that he is a samurai, because this player is from the Eastern Kingdom. When registering, I chose "Wandering Warrior" as my title.

Facing such a serious player, Ansel naturally stopped looking at Furong's opponent as a joke.

Although Ansel looks very weak, in fact he never falls behind when he trains with the members of Melanza's team.

As the only medical operator in the team, Ansel has never positioned himself as an operator who needs to be protected.

Rather, he is a field doctor who can keep up with the rhythm of the team.

Because as the main attacker, Melanza's fighting style is very elegant. Therefore, Ansel, as a doctor, must also learn to keep up with Melanza.

Coupled with some of the dodge skills taught to Ansel by the undead, Ansel could barely hold on for a minute or two even when facing Melanza's attack.

For such an opponent, Ansel decided to use his advantages in speed and movement to test it first.

"The duel begins!"

Ansel took the lead in putting away the Originium device used for medical treatment, and instead took out a knife from behind and activated the armor on his left arm.

A small buckler was assembled from the notch in the left arm.

Seeing Ansel's action, the undead man nodded slightly.

Asking a medical operator to put down the equipment to heal teammates and pick up weapons and shields is naturally the work of an undead man.

At that time, Dupin came specifically to ask the immortal why he wanted Ansel to learn personal fighting skills.

This is the answer of the undead man.

"Doctor, you will die quickly. So, you must learn to protect yourself."

Dupin was naturally speechless, because the undead man not only proposed this solution, but also actually taught Ansel how to use a small shield and a dagger to fight.

In fact, Dubin also knew this. But when people face this problem, they usually choose another solution.

That is to equip doctors with stronger personal protection measures.

But I never thought of letting doctors solve this problem themselves.

Of course, the undead man is not trying to train Ansel into a smart and elegant assassin. He really just tells Ansel how to use these two pieces of equipment to protect himself.

Therefore, when the team started to come under pressure, Ancer became one of the pressure-resistant components.

When facing this warrior from the Eastern Kingdom, Ansel naturally chose to put down his medical equipment first.

The air was cut by the sharp blade. Ansel saw the right moment and placed the shield in front of himself, deviating from the mark of the slash.

The right hand chose to attack at the right time to test, tentatively scratching the corner of the enemy's clothes, but it did not hurt the body.

The two of them were separated at the first touch, and each took two steps back.

So, the next round of probing attacks was launched.

The undead man nodded while watching. At the same time, he took note of Ansel's transformation movements in offense and defense. He planned to communicate with Ansel again after coming down.

In the eyes of the undead, this kid Ansel might actually have the potential to become a secret agent.

Because the flexibility of his body is really good.

The fight didn't last long.

Facing this warrior from the Eastern Kingdom, Ansel did hold on for a long time.

Alternately use Source Stone spells to heal yourself, and at the same time use your shield and knife to parry the samurai's attacks.

But the opponent is a samurai after all, and a samurai who can wander alone from the Eastern Kingdom to Minos certainly has his own uniqueness.

Therefore, Ansel lost in this game.

But Ansel also gained a lot and left the stage with applause from the audience.

After going down, facing the concerns of his companions, Ansel said that there was no big problem with him, just a minor injury.

Then he looked back at the undead man at the top of the altar.

The undead man nodded slightly to him.

Ansel was stunned for a moment, then smiled at the undead man and waved his hand to express his gratitude.

Little Ansel naturally felt the usefulness of the skills learned from the undead.

As a doctor, he can retreat safely from the enemy's fierce attacks until he is exhausted.

What if there are companions around?

"The next one, Meteor Morton, will face off against Melanza."

Just when Ansel wanted to communicate with Dupin, the priest announced the next candidate to fight.

This is Melanza's opponent, the battle hero from the Minos border, Mr. Morton, who wields a heavy hammer.

On the other side of the altar, a big man from the Fengtu tribe, about two meters tall, walked up to the altar holding a heavy hammer that was longer than an average person's height.

The local people in Akroti seemed to recognize him, waving their arms in welcome and shouting Morton's name.

As for Melanza, when Melanza heard her name, she trembled.

Then he saw her relax, and her right hand reached for the straight knife at her waist.