Ark, after I died, the operators started to love me.

Not long after, Chongyue returned, having dealt with the majority of the enemy. As expected, he brought Mike a prisoner, a prisoner without a face.

Chongyue, marked with the Mike symbol, was completely unaffected by the contamination and easily traversed the contaminated area, capturing the guy alive.

"He seems to be an officer or something similar, as his leather armor is different from that of the other Woodcrack warriors."

As Mike spoke, he placed the unconscious Typhon next to the snowmobile. He only asked a couple of questions and would be fine soon.

Before arriving in Sami, their team had some understanding of the local situation and knew that the most elite warriors of the Sami people were called Mu Lie.

Seeing the corrupted Woodcrack Warrior so early was a huge surprise.

At this moment, not only Mike, but also Chongyue felt a sense of foreboding.

In their understanding, Woodcrack Warriors usually appear in the north of Sami, and they have heard that the Sami people have built a long wall in the north to block the evil spirits that infiltrate from the far north to the south.

Both Mike and Chongyue looked grim. Mike approached the corrupted Woodcrack Warrior, grabbed the collar of his leather armor, and poked his left hand with two fingers together, aiming directly at the starry face.

In an instant, a golden light flashed, and a large amount of black mist emanated from the top of the Wood Crack Warrior's head, evaporating into the air.

Gradually, the parts that originally had no face began to resemble a human, but the muscles were twisted and unrecognizable, making it extremely ugly.

At this moment, the Woodcutter's hands gripped Mike's right arm tightly. Mike understood that this was the dead man's last attachment to this land. He could at most dispel the evil's corruption, but he could not bring the dead back to life. When the time came, this warrior would still have to return to the River Styx.

"I ask questions and you answer them. Do you understand?"

"Ugh!"

The Woodcutter couldn't utter any words with clear meaning, but Mike understood what he meant at that moment.

The man asked briefly, "Did you launch an expedition in the north?"

The Wood-Cracked Warrior nodded.

What was the outcome of the expedition?

Shake his head.

"Is the one leading you a hero of the Sami people?"

nod.

"Did your prophets provide any prophecies?"

nod.

"I am all right now, brave warrior, may Ama bless your soul."

"Ugh!"

The hands that had been gripping Mike's right arm loosened, and the Woodcrack Warrior was once again a corpse, completely dead.

As Mike said, the Sami people believe that after death they will return to the River Styx and be reborn as plants, birds, animals and other creatures. Death is not the end for them, but just part of a cycle.

After receiving the answer, Mike squatted down and pondered for a few seconds. He then placed the soldier in the snow and covered him with snow.

Chongyue arrived at the snowmobile, settled the unconscious Typhon, and then his gaze fell on the giant bow.

Even though the little Sarkaz girl was unconscious, her fingers were still tightly gripping the weapon, refusing to let go.

"I admire every warrior who fought to the last moment on the Sami Icefield, but this cannot go on."

Mike said solemnly, "We might be too late."

"Why do you say that?"

Mike glanced deeply northward, then climbed onto the snowmobile without looking back, securing Typhon tightly to himself with a rope to prevent her from slipping off.

"We'll talk about it when we get back."

44. The kettle brings hope and life.

Ice caves in the northern foothills of the Sami Mountains.

Elki could no longer see Typhon's fate or her future. Just as the Cyclops was falling into despair, she couldn't help but try divination again. This time, Typhon's fate actually reappeared. She saw a bright blue light, and then a sharp pain came from her eyes.

what is that?

What exactly happened to Typhon?

Elki was pale, and the excruciating pain made her dizzy and almost faint. Fortunately, as a Cyclops, the Sarkaz had an excellent physique and managed to hold on.

Actually, she would be more comfortable if she just fainted.

Soaked to the bone, the Cyclops gasped for breath, straining to support his heavy body, muttering, "What on earth happened on the Sami Icefield?"

The Sami Icefield, which had been lost in the deep starry sky, is slowly returning to its original appearance, and the future is changing little by little.

However, the Cyclops, being a prophet, was unable to observe the whole story through his Originium Arts.

Regardless, Typhon is safe and sound now. Hopefully, she will cherish the rest of her life and not do anything foolish again.

……

at dusk.

Mike, along with the Sarkaz girl and Shigeaki following behind, returned to their previous transit station.

The transit station remained largely unchanged from when they left.

Under the guidance of Horhaya and the administrators, the survivors gathered all the food, water, and alcohol they could find and decided to rest together while waiting for rescue.

The return of Mike and the others also foreshadows new information.

However, when the administrator learned that they had not reached the next transfer station, he could not help but show his disappointment.

Mike didn't care about any of that; he found Adele and had the lamb take care of the Sarkaz girl.

This is a warrior.

Being a soldier meant she knew more information than civilians who didn't understand combat.

Looking at all the supplies and their distribution in the camp, Mike thought to himself, "As expected of Horhys. Although Feathered Serpent says she's an agent, she's actually quite professional in other aspects as well. Moreover, she knows exactly what Mike wants and handed over all the information she had to him the moment he returned."

With such a woman by his side, she largely replaced Kal'tsit's role, so Mike didn't have to do everything himself.

Mike thought to himself, but then felt a sense of unease, because this might mean he would have to pay an extra price.

Mike recalled the look on the feathered serpent's face as it licked its lips at him; this woman probably already knew what she wanted.

"senior."

Mike looked up from the table and said to Adele apologetically, "Sorry, I was looking at some information."

"It's alright, senior. What I meant was that I've already treated this young lady's external injuries. She's probably just overworked and too weak. She'll recover after a while of rest."

"Thank you, our little doctor."

Mike never hesitates to praise his children, just like he did when he was in Rhode Island. He believes that encouragement and praise are the best rewards for children, and they sometimes ask for extra gifts.

It was evening.

When the food was distributed, Mike received a piece of soft toast, or rather, a steamed bun, which was enough to fill his stomach.

Seemingly drawn by the aroma of food, Typhon, who had been unconscious, woke up more than two hours earlier than Adele had predicted.

The weak Sarkaz girl stared longingly at the food in Mike's hands. She had been starving all day, and she would be even more grateful for a little something to eat.

“Miss, you are my guest, of course I can’t let you go hungry.” Mike generously tore half of his bread and gave it to Typhon, and poured her a glass of water.

"To be honest, you're safe now, even if only temporarily."

"Thank you!"

Typhon simply responded, grabbed a piece of bread and stuffed it into her mouth. She took a big bite, but choked. Mike quickly went over to feed her water.

After eating and drinking, the girl managed to regain some of her energy.

"Sir, I don't know how to express my gratitude to you. If it weren't for you, I think I would be dead there."

Before Typhon fell into a coma, he seemed to hear the man introducing himself.

The Melander Foundation—I feel like I've heard that name somewhere before, but Typhon can't quite place it.

“Our organization’s headquarters are in Colombia, you know what I mean.”

Mike explained it this way, and Typhon, who had been walking on the ice fields for years, immediately understood what he meant.

"Don't worry, I won't mind. I'm not particularly interested in Colombia, but I don't dislike it either."

Mike nodded and took out the previously written record of the Woodcrack Warrior's confession.

He generously handed the paper to Typhon, who glanced at it, his expression changed, and finally he let out a helpless sigh.

"Miss, I don't know your name yet. Sighing is not good for your recovery. You should be happier. I rarely see someone who has escaped death and still has a bitter expression on their face."

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have been so negative."

Typhon managed a weak smile.

Mike sighed, "It would have been better if I hadn't laughed at all."

Watching the Sarkaz girl prop herself up with her arms, her tight clothes swayed slightly.

As expected of a Sarkaz, exceptionally talented.

“Then, Mr. Melland Foundation, you may call me Typhon, which is my name and also my code name.”

“Miss Typhon, it’s a pleasure to meet you. My name is Mike, Mike Ann. You can call me Ann or Mike. I personally prefer the latter because that’s what my colleagues call me.”

Just as Mike finished speaking, someone outside the room called out, "Mike, I've boiled a kettle of water, do you need it?"

Mike smiled and turned around, calling out, "Please fill my thermos, thank you."

When he turned to look at Typhon again, the Sarkaz girl couldn't help but laugh.

"Is this how you Colombians usually are?"

"No, maybe it's just me. I prefer hot water to alcohol and beverages. Hot water brings us hope and life."

Typhon didn't quite understand what his analogy was about, but upon closer reflection, it seemed to make some sense.

Colombians are indeed quite quirky and unpredictable.

"Alright, let's get down to business now. Miss Typhon, what are your thoughts on the contents of this paper? Feel free to add your comments."

Typhon's expression vanished once more. She glanced at it a few more times and handed the paper back to Mike.