Ark of the Immortal

Thousands of cheers, exciting fighter attacks and individual breakthroughs made this game extremely valuable to watch.

Melanza made further progress during his assault training.

She is like a sponge that will never be full, constantly absorbing all the knowledge that can be useful to herself and turning it into her own power.

Blood Thorn's eyes shone brightly.

He almost saw the rise of another lightly armored warrior. At the same time, it also made him look forward to the scene where he could fight Melanza in the future.

After the battle, Melanza had just put away her fixed knife when she was grabbed by Morton and several soldiers.

"Eh?"

Before Melanza could react, her body had already flown into the air.

The warriors gathered together to cheer and celebrate, and Melanza was thrown into the air to demonstrate her importance.

Under Melanza's blushing request, several soldiers still did not throw it several times.

The Minoan warriors were straightforward.

As long as you are good enough, they will look at you with admiration, which is why everyone in Rhode Island finds it so relaxing.

There are no intrigues or conflicts of interest, just the passion for fighting.

For many, this is a pure pleasure.

Melanza fell to the ground blushing, turned her head, and looked for the teacher in the audience.

Finally, an undead man was found beside the bloody thorns, applauding with the audience.

The undead nodded to her, praising her performance.

Melanza squeezed her fist slightly, winked at the undead man with her right eye, and showed a cute smile.

359.Kal'tsi

"This place is quite crowded."

W held his arms and walked among the ruins, muttering and following closely behind Greyhound.

Now, Greyhound and W have penetrated deep into the dead city.

Look for possible clues in the ruins.

They had been here for two or three days, in complete darkness.

At first, W was just a little nervous. She was worried about whether there would be monsters coming to attack.

After all, this looks like a place in a dark fairy tale, or a lightless place that most often appears in doomsday scenes.

There should be that kind of giant beast lurking in the darkness, baring its fangs at them.

But after two days passed, there was no imaginary monster. It was obvious that W was overthinking.

But the less movement there was, the more fearful and frightened W felt.

This kind of place where there is no living thing at all is a huge cage in itself.

She didn't know why Greyhound could remain calm in such a scene, let alone how Tracys found this place in the first place.

Moreover, he also told Greyhound about this place, and Greyhound really dared to come here.

People's greatest fear is fear itself, and this kind of place without any movement is the perfect place to breed fear and darkness.

W is not afraid of fighting. For her, fighting is a common occurrence. Death follows her. Even when faced with a desperate situation, she can remain extremely calm.

But sometimes, the unknown is far more terrifying than death.

If you die, it will be over, but when people's imagination and reality overlap, that is the most unspeakable fear.

The only consolation for W is that the lighting he carries can emit light in a dark place for about a month.

The Greyhound also carries enough food, and his Origin Stone skills can also provide light.

It looks like the Greyhounds are ready to spend a long time here.

"It's quite permeable."

Greyhound responded subconsciously, but his tone was calm and not at all perceptive. It seemed like he just said a few words casually.

At this time, it is not convenient for W to argue with you anymore, so why are you not afraid at all?

She no longer has this intention.

Now talking to Greyhound has become a way for her to relieve her mental stress.

Just like Greyhound told her before.

When she comes down, she will be glad that she still has someone to talk to.

Perhaps this is why Greyhound did not come here alone, but notified W and asked her to come with him.

"After searching for two or three days, have you found any clues?"

Here, if it weren't for W carrying a watch with him to confirm the mission time, they would have completely lost the concept of time before the first day was over.

W quickened his pace and came to the greyhound.

The greyhound continued to move forward, not knowing what he was following.

In fact, W can also just turn around and leave. But she still wanted to follow Greyhound, she wanted to find information about the king.

This is the only belief that supports her stay here.

"Kind of."

The greyhound nodded, looking as if he was being perfunctory.

However, Greyhound actually squatted down here and called W over.

"Come and see."

W came to Greyhound and looked down at the mark pointed by Greyhound.

Under the illumination of the searchlight in W's hand, she could barely see the situation on the ground clearly.

The ground was a remnant of steel.

Like shards of glass, it shattered completely, and with the passage of time and elegance, it had almost turned into a ball of debris or even ashes.

And among this mess of debris, there was a small area that was completely crushed into dust, and if you looked closely, it looked like a footprint.

"footprint?"

When W saw this footprint, she was shocked and finally found something that interested her.

"It's obviously different from the surrounding conditions. Someone stepped on this ground and continued to move forward."

Greyhound changed direction, moved closer with the crystal in his hand, and looked at the size carefully.

"The shoe print is blurry, but judging from the size and area, it should be a man."

"Tracys?"

W asked subconsciously.

"Not sure, but there's a high probability it's him."

The gray dog ​​nodded and looked in the direction of the footprints.

There is still darkness over there, a place where light cannot shine.

If traces of Traces appear here, it means that they are on the right path and their target is not far away from them.

"Keep on going, it's not far away."

Greyhound stood up, dragging the crystal he created with his right hand, and continued to move forward in silence.

After W saw the footprints, the fear in his heart was dissipated by the excitement of finding clues.

After cheering up a little, W followed the greyhound.

This time, without taking many steps forward, they discovered that they seemed to be walking upwards.

"Uphill?"

Greyhound felt the gravity and stepped hard on his feet.

Only then did he realize that the soles of his feet were not made of hard stone. He could make a mark when he stepped on it.

"You should have noticed it from the moment you saw the footprints. From there, we were already treading on dirt."

W didn't quite trust her own judgment. After all, she also felt that there could still be stone and dirt roads in the underground at unknown depths. This kind of thing is bizarre enough.

"It should be soil...such a touch."

“Don’t think too much about it, just treat it like dirt.”

Greyhound quickly interrupted W. If W stopped talking while she was talking, then this guy is really autistic again.

"oh."

W also realized that he seemed to have a little too much imagination.

So, after confirming that it was going uphill, the two continued walking uphill.

It didn't take long for them to find a very obvious series of footprints.

"The size of the footprints are basically the same as the ones just now. They are the footprints of the same person."

Greyhound couldn't help but quicken his pace, and W also regained his energy.

As they went up, the road became steeper.

Until they saw the stairs.

"stairs?"

W saw the stairs at the Greyhound's feet, and she couldn't help but reach out and bring the searchlight to the ground.

The steps are made of stone bricks, but there are bits of steel embedded in the stone bricks.

This combination made W a little confused.

Greyhound threw the crystal in his hand onto the stairs.

The crystal crossed a distance of tens of meters and landed on the steps above.

There are still stairs.

"Why are there such long stairs? Do we have to walk all the way back to the ground?"

W was stunned for a moment, she said.

The greyhound's eyes were not on the stairs.

When the crystal was thrown out just now, the sudden glimpse illuminated the surrounding scene, and he couldn't help but walk to the side.

Noticing the movement of the greyhound, W turned his attention.

Then he saw Greyhound walking next to a mass of something he didn't know what it was.

"This is..."

W slowed down.

"Corpse."

said Greyhound.

"No rotting bodies."

Yes, this is a corpse, a corpse without decay.

But its body is like a layer of paper. Not only was the proportion of the body not similar to that of a human being, it was dry and thin, but the chest was pierced, but no liquid came out.

The entire body appeared strangely black under the white light of the searchlight.

He just lay there on the steps, motionless.

Faced with such a scene, W did not dare to stretch out his hand to explore.

But Greyhound raised his hand, condensed a crystal staff, and gently poked the corpse.

The crystal staff easily sank into the wreckage that was once flesh and blood. As the gray dog ​​slowly exerted force, the crystal staff sank deeper and deeper.