The Undead Team Stands on the Ark of Tomorrow

"Xixi, Xiao Ke, I think there is a very fragrant smell over there!"

Borrowing Pello's racial advantage, he managed to reach an inconspicuous old bar before dusk fell.

And just as he was about to stretch out his hand to push the door open, a figure rushed out, and if he didn't dodge in time, he would almost hit him.

"Sorry sir! Are you all right?"

"Well, get out of the way."

What appeared in front of her was a young blond girl, her soft golden hair was as bright as gold, her bright pupils revealed full of vivacity, and her whole body exuded a gentle and full of vitality like sunshine.

"Maria, everyone tells you not to be so reckless every time you go out."

Behind her, another beautiful golden figure held his forehead and sighed.

"Sorry, this kid has caused you trouble."

"Hey, rare guest, welcome."

"Old Martin, what do you mean by that, aren't we counted as guests?"

"Come on, you two old fools, don't you have any clues?"

The bald boss wearing a blindfold skillfully wiped a goblet with the conspicuous mechanical arm, and said to the rare guest with a smile.

"So, what would the two guests want to drink?"

Chapter 7: Never used to a brand new cape

"Xiao Ke wants to drink ice tumor milk!"

"I'm new here, you recommend it."

Sitting down normally, Sang looked at everyone in the narrow bar a little calmly.

There are two golden horse girls, one has some strength and the other is very rookie, and the bigger one seems to have some problems with his left hand.

Boss has had a workout, but has been out of his prime for too long.

The calluses on the bearded guy's hands are probably from bow training, and... the last bear-like "person" is...

Taking a glance at the talking humanoid big pyrenes without showing any signs of expression, Sang secretly lamented the wonder of this world.

At this moment, the boss put a glass of dark orange fermented wine in front of him, and said with a smile.

"The style of chivalry is a more suitable taste for tourists."

"Well, it's troublesome."

Sauna picked up his wine glass, took a sip with a normal face, and then slightly raised his head to reflect on it.

"How does it feel?"

"...not bad, but a bit sweet."

The refreshing and sweet taste is more like fruit juice with mint added.

"After all, you have to consider the feelings of female tourists. If you drink more, I can also make you a stronger wine."

"I want to drink too!"

"She's underage."

Stretching out his hand to push the milk substitute wine to her, Sang took another sip of the wine and asked straight-forwardly.

"Boss, you are a local. I want to ask you if there is a blacksmith shop of acceptable quality nearby."

Just an ordinary question.

But when he spoke, everyone's eyes, including Zofia who was teaching Maria a lesson, turned to him.

Group/~chat@}:>wife}{Wu<=刻=一～三+*三&-秦>@二$半 and the smile on Martin’s face are all subdued.

"My friend, is it possible that you want to participate in the knight competition?"

There was no need to hide anything, Sang simply nodded.

"Ah."

"Hey, that's really interesting. In this day and age, there are still people who go to blacksmiths to make equipment. Most young people trust the amazing junk they sell."

The white bear grinned loudly, and the heroic laugh was like a real bear's roar.

"No, it's not building, just buying some finished products that can be used quickly. The rules of the game must equip armor."

The ears of the bearded old knight moved, and he keenly heard the connotation from his words.

"What you said doesn't seem to be due to the rules. You don't even know how to equip armor. Are you so confident in your own strength? Young man."

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Are you young?In fact, the sum of the ages of all the people present could not make up a fraction of him.

On the other side, after a little hesitation, Zofia still walked over, pulled a chair and sat next to him, and kindly reminded the young tourist.

"Let me tell you, don't blame me for speaking poorly. But knight competitions are not as lucrative as you outsiders think. Every year, some idiots who don't know how much they weigh lose their lives. , I advise you to think carefully before deciding whether to participate or not."

Although the tone is not very good, but these words are purely out of good intentions.

And Martin also shook his head, and raised his hand towards him.

It is even more clearly visible from a close distance. Most of his arms have been replaced with metal machines, and when he moves his elbows, there will be subtle sounds from the joints.

"I'm not afraid of your jokes from the guests. I used to be a competitive knight for a living. I can be regarded as a little capable, but there are always times when my luck is bad, and this is the end of a moment of carelessness."

"Don't blame Zofia for her bad words. Her dominant hand is also due to a problem with the game. This game is a dangerous sword fight after all. There will be no real admiration and pity in the arena, only sprinkle His blood is genuine."

It will hurt, it will bleed, it will die.

Things of money and glory are but pretty shells for the bloodiness of battle.

The golden pony was listening to the advice of the elders, and the ears on the top of its head were shaking with concern.

Facing these kind advices, Sang just shook his head.

"It's okay, I'm sure."

"So, do you know where there is a smithy?"

Looking at the unwavering guest, Zofia and Martin looked at each other helplessly.

"Sorry, the blacksmiths around here have already—"

"If it's just a standard product, I can help—"

Two voices sounded simultaneously.

The ears on the top of Zofia's head instantly stood upright, and then visible tic-tac-toe began to appear on her smooth forehead, and she turned her head with a friendly smile.

"Ma-le-ya!"

Are you ~ all right ~ what are you doing ~ lively (hiss teeth).

She smiled and pinched her niece's ears, making her stand on tiptoe begging for mercy.

"I'm sorry, the kid is just kidding. This guy just learned a few years as a craftsman and is completely unreliable. Don't take it seriously."

"Oh, Zofia, I can't pretend I didn't hear you. Maria's technique was taught by me, and I can absolutely guarantee the quality."

Taking another sip of vodka, the big white bear Koval patted his chest hard.

And beside him, the old knights named Fogwald kicked the old friend's ass.

"Look at you, you stupid bastard, you can't even talk."

Zofia cast a fierce look at Killing Bear.

Seeing the suddenly cheerful atmosphere, Sang sighed, and then spoke simply and clearly.

"So, sell it?"

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When the warehouse door was opened, an unpleasant smell came over in an instant, and the lit incandescent lights illuminated countless falling dust.

"Come in, just pick a few pieces you want. Although they were all made by hand several years ago, the quality is definitely 100 times better than the assembly line of some unscrupulous companies."

Sauna tapped a piece of shoulder armor placed in the cardboard box, nodded after confirming the quality.

"Is there chain mail?"

"Oh, it's rare for young people to know such an ancient thing! It's such a troublesome and difficult thing that the assembly line production factory has long since been eliminated, but it just so happens that I used to make this thing to practice my skills. Let me take a look-it seems Where is it placed?"

Sang looked around for a while, picked up the dusty black leather and shook it, and after tearing it into strips, he skillfully wrapped it around the silver-white armour, securing it firmly. tied up.

And when most of the necessary parts were assembled, Sang looked at the complete products on the table, and spoke again after being silent for a while.

"...is there a cloak?"

"Damn! You should go to a clothing store for this request. Are you okay to wear a cloak to pretend to be aggressive when playing games? Hmm... Fuck, it really does exist. When did this thing come out? How many years?" Now, why do I have no memory at all?"

He cursed and took out a piece of folded fabric from the bottom cabinet, and shook it vigorously to blow up a large amount of dust. The torn cloak was not neat and shiny, and for some reason the damaged edges were uneven like burning flames. It is covered with traces left after some liquid dried up.

"Look, this thing can't be used anymore, you'd better go to the clothing store to order it tomorrow."

"It's okay, just this."

"Ah? You're drunk, you're already old and you want more. Saving money isn't so easy."

Sang shook his head, reached out and took the worn cloak, and put it on the black leather shoulder armor.

"I'm not used to brand new cloaks, this is fine."

"That's... good."

Chapter 8: I'm in a hurry

"Welcome-ladies-gentlemen!"

"I'm your best friend, Big Mouth Mobu! I have to congratulate you in advance for coming to this Wind Howl Arena, which is fully sponsored by the Wind Howl Guardian Company!"

"Whistle Guard, the wind will also surrender to you!"

"I don't know if you have found an independent knight worthy of a pack. If not, let me introduce it again today!"

"Sponsored by Call Guard, the Howling Knights of the top [-] knights in the last tournament - currently the one with the highest points, a powerhouse who is comparable to the left-handed knights of the Blade Helmet Knights, known as the Thunderbolt Thunder Shadow Knight - Albert Brady!!!"

Wearing a rather handsome orange-yellow armor, carrying two origin stone scimitars made with the latest technology, a tall man dressed as if he came out of a special filming studio raised his hands and bathed in the cheers of the audience, exuding An air of incomparable confidence.

"Raikage Albert, the armor made of the top-notch material of the Howling Guard provides high defense and high resistance while also improving mobility. Whether a company's top product can control the outcome of this game depends on him. What about in your hands? It’s better to act than to be excited, and now you only need 249.9 yuan of Casimir gold coins, and the limited delivery is limited to 15 sets!”

There were also enthusiastic shouts from the audience.

"A-B-T!!!"

"Rain Shadow is invincible!"

"Hehe, the rating of this company is really bad. Whoever buys it is close to 250."

"Casimir swears! Mobu, why are you fucking advertising again!"

"Hey, I hear you yelling at me! But advertising is also part of the knightly competition, you have to taste it! So—"

Mobu Big Mouth took the insults as usual, but his tone paused for some reason, but soon, he still spoke loudly with his usual high-pitched voice.

"Let us welcome the next supernova who turned out to be a monster who has won seven consecutive battles, including multiplayer individual points competitions. He completely crushed and defeated the enemy within half a minute in each battle, and rejected the knight. The suffix of the pointed hat--"

"Fran!!!"

Somehow, an unknown figure had already appeared in the passage at the other end.

He was wearing a strangely shaped triangular iron helmet, and a worn-out cheap light armor that looked defenseless. His worn-out and shapeless cloak was constantly shaking like a dim flame, and he was silent, like a wolf walking in the dark.

"From the sickle in the first game, to the hammer in the second game, to the Dongguo sword in the third game, and all kinds of weapons, player Fran showed us amazing proficiency in all kinds of martial arts. His His hands and talents seem to be bestowed by the gods, and he can control any weapon, and what he carries today is-"

"Gun! He is carrying a gun! It turned out to be the most standard knight's gun!!! My God, Fran, you still know how to use a gun!"

As the people of the country of knights, there was deafening cheers in the audience, and the passion like lava was ignited like a bomb barrel in an instant.

Contrary to his opponent, he didn't respond to the audience's cheers. The figure just stood silently on the ring with a gun in one hand, looking up at his opponent.