"Brother Dao, I’ve achieved a great success and became an instructor at the Iron Armor Martial Arts Hall. From now on, I can eat and live there for free." As soon as they met, the Dazed chuckled with a silly grin.
"Impressive!" Small Knife was taken aback, giving a thumbs up, genuinely surprised.
The Iron Cloth Shirt in its great success truly displayed its formidable power.
"The task that had been stuck at the last step for a long time was finally completed, rewarded with a pill formula and a high-quality Body Refining Pill. It’s a shame the elixir went to him." Mountain Grass shook his head and handed over the copied pill formula.
"This guy’s stupidity is really a blessing." Small Knife was surprised.
"Haha!" The Dazed laughed foolishly.
Small Knife took the pill formula and scrutinized it closely, showing joy as he realized he already had most of the required materials.
This was truly good news.
Nonetheless, it was important to eat and practice; discussing the pill formula could wait until entering the game at night.
Other people were slapping each other with sticks, only Small Knife and the Dazed were more advanced, sitting cross-legged and channeling True Qi.
Before evening, he called Er Gouzi again. They, burdened with too many heavy materials, were delayed on the road and had to spend the night outdoors, unable to reach the designated small village and certainly not able to return tomorrow.
He offered a few insincere words of comfort. It didn’t matter if it was immediately exposed. Right after hanging up, Small Knife dismissed the issue entirely.
Then he cheerfully logged into the game.
Upon opening his eyes, it was a relief that he had chosen a place inaccessible to ordinary players, a combat-driven residential area.
Thank goodness he wasn’t surrounded by a bunch of muscular men.
A pretty smile calling him "big brother" sounded much more comfortable.
But today he could return.
Small Knife then took out the pill formula from his personal space.
Indeed, it was genuine, no problem at all.
Body Refining Pill (Pill Formula): Quality: Human Level.
Required materials: Junior Fierce Beast Skeleton: 1, Skeleton Grass: 3, Blood Crystal: 1, Centennial Ginseng: 1, Clear Spirit Grass: 1, Essence Blood...!
Tip 1: Requires basic alchemist to refine.
Tip 2: Depending on the quality of the ingredients and the alchemist’s skill, the refined elixir will vary greatly.
There was no issue with the other materials, except lacking Centennial Ginseng.
The Dazed had some in the town, but unfortunately, there was no way to deliver it. This could potentially be bought in reality.
Arriving at the warehouse, the caravan was all set.
There wasn’t much cargo, just a large cart, pulled by oxen with two heads, and notably, the one sinister head took precedence? Truly befitting the Multi-Head Tribe.
Small Knife accepted the escort mission, only accessible to those with combat ability here; players with lower capabilities could only take on errands.
Even so, everyone set off enthusiastically.
After leaving the tribe smoothly, over half an hour later, they were spotted by a Wilderness Wolf who trailed far behind.
The howls could be heard sporadically, and by nearly two hours, seven or eight packs roamed around, totaling over a thousand.
When a new pack, at least five or six hundred strong, led by a Level 50 high-level fierce beast, the wolf packs couldn’t hold back.
"Awooo!" The howl of the Level 50 Wilderness Wind Wolf rang out, and the wolf packs pounced madly from all directions.
"Stop! Prepare for battle." The only seated NPC on the cart, the Witch, shouted, then stood and pulled.
The Totem Pole flew up, crashing heavily in front of the cart, runes shimmering, and a faint halo enveloped them.
Witch Language: Resistance Aura.
Small Knife recognized this.
Then, Small Knife also drove his Totem Pole into the ground, channeling the Resistance Aura, linking with the Witch’s.
As he relinquished control, his Totem Pole’s Resistance Aura merged with the NPC Witch’s.
Beep: Your action increased the Witch’s favorability towards you by +1.
"Not bad! It’s not easy to earn a Witch’s favor."
However, Small Knife didn’t pause, immediately forming a defensive circle with the other NPC combatants, wielding his Bone Knife. As for the eager players, they all rushed into the circle for they were the helpers.
Seeing the overwhelming packs of wolves, Small Knife’s heartbeat quickened, excitement building. Here was a chance for a real battle.
"Hunters, prepare to throw." The Witch commanded.
As the wolves approached from all directions.
"Throw." The Witch shouted again.
The eagerly excited players immediately hurled the Stone-tipped Wooden Spears in their hands.
Two or three dozen players launched their throws with great enthusiasm, but unfortunately, not a single wolf was killed, nor was any stopped.
The howling packs of wolves drew closer, about to pounce.
"Attack!" The Witch ordered.
As he spoke, the runes on the Totem Pole flashed, and the approaching wolves felt a repelling force.
Small Knife and the other NPC combatants swung their Bone Knives, clouded with a faint bloody hue, slicing through the wolves’ heads as if cutting through tofu.
A circle of Wilderness Wolves met their end, either dead or severely injured; few were left alive.
The scene was thrilling, but not fulfilling enough.
"Damn! Why am I learning from NPCs (⊙o⊙)?" Small Knife almost slapped himself, yelled excitedly, and charged forward.
The Bone Knife swung, each slash drawing blood, leaving a trail of wolf corpses.
Like a tiger entering a pack of wolves, it was a grand slaughter, incredibly exhilarating.
It was so satisfying.
Exclamations arose as those inside the circle gaped. This player’s performance was astonishing, igniting their own enthusiasm, tempting them to also charge out.
"Idiot!" Someone muttered quietly.
"True, he’d get surrounded eventually, unable to maintain forward momentum, leaving his back vulnerable." Another player agreed and analyzed.
Small Knife was not only aggressive but also specifically targeted the powerful fierce beast level.
"Haha! Fool." Someone couldn’t help but laugh, seeing that player, thinking himself a master, get blocked by a mid-level fierce beast and ambushed from behind by a basic-level fierce beast.
"Damn? Not injured at all."
"Unbelievable, turns out the real fool is me." The player was also amusing, jesting at himself.
Small Knife fought with gusto, killing three fierce beasts.
Two basic-level and one mid-level, earning a total of 12,000 experience.
However, he had expended most of his Blood Qi, which was exhausting.
So, he turned back to regroup.
Suddenly, a roar echoed as the lone high-level fierce beast, the Wilderness Wind Wolf, blocked his path.
"Master! Watch for other fierce beasts." A player, becoming a fan in his hot-blooded fervor, shouted.
"So cunning!" Small Knife also realized, noticing three mid-level fierce beasts rapidly closing in from three other directions.
At this moment, the high-level fierce beast, the Wilderness Wind Wolf, didn’t rush to attack, evidently waiting for the three mid-level fierce beasts to position themselves.
Taking advantage of the moment, Small Knife downed the Blood Spirit Potion completely.