CHAPTER 71: CHAPTER 71 WITCH, BLACK SOUL CROW

Chapter 71: Witch, Black Soul Crow

Very soon.

Binding completion: 100%.

In an instant, Small Knife had a peculiar connection with this Totem Pole, gaining a deeper understanding of its function.

It was a very mysterious feeling of insight.

However, Small Knife couldn’t help but frown, since the spirit of the Totem Pole was actually the soul of a deceased witch?

Could it connect through the Witch Spirit Realm with other Totem Poles’ domains to achieve a certain degree of sharing?

Thankfully, there’s some distance from the tribe, and the domain range is limited, or I wouldn’t have gotten this Totem Pole while it was weakened.

Then, easily lifted up the Totem Pole, subconsciously stored it in his Personal Space.

This way I can feel at ease.

Am I now just a Level 1 weakling?

Looked at himself, frail and thin, but fortunately not reverting to a muscular child state; this is good, at least I can intimidate those players.

"I must level back up quickly, I feel so unsafe like this."

At some point, those two Bone Horses had already turned into lifeless bones and scattered, and I became Level 1, with the Skill Bar still there but all the skills grayed out and unusable.

The Divine Techniques are still usable, but Small Knife felt so weak that the consequences of using them were unknown.

The Innate Skills not occupying the Skill Bar remain unaffected.

However, even so, Level 1 me feels too weak.

In the pitch-black night, I now lack confidence even to return to the tribe.

"Worth it! At worst I’ll just die once." Small Knife comforted himself, but remembering that he couldn’t log on for a while after dying, he couldn’t help but grimace.

The time was passing agonizingly slowly; the only solace was the countdown nearing its end.

"Not good!" The rescue hadn’t arrived, yet through the Night Vision Goggles, Small Knife saw a Wolf Pack appearing, heading this way.

For now, there weren’t many, around a dozen, led by a Level 30 Basic-level Fierce Beast, Wilderness Savage Wolf.

"Looks like I’m really doomed, how can I escape as Level 1?" Small Knife smiled bitterly, taking out the sniper rifle to aim.

The only hope of survival is to kill the leading Wilderness Savage Wolf and hope the others flee.

Shooting!

Instantly, a stabbing pain hit his head, his face turned pale.

Using skills at Level 1 was too much of a struggle.

Bit his tongue forcefully.

Divine Technique, Quadruple Shot.

Whizz!

In the last obsession, the bullet fired.

Small Knife immediately slumped down.

He urged himself to hold on, fire the bullet, and upgrade as soon as possible, then put away the sniper rifle.

But!

Reality was cruel; he fainted right away.

The only thing he achieved was firing the bullet.

Fortunately, the Skill Shooting had been executed, with automatic correction guiding it into the target’s eye socket in a curve.

A phantom of three more bullets followed.

Ding: Congratulations, you’ve killed a Level 30 Fierce Beast, Wilderness Savage Wolf, gaining 3000 experience.

Unfortunately, the fainted Small Knife didn’t hear this; the only lucky part was that with the instant death of the only fierce beast, the other Wilderness Wolves quickly fled at supersonic speed.

Understanding deeply, if the leader can’t make it, the followers better run for safety.

Time slowly passed, the health of the unconscious Small Knife kept dropping.

It dropped about halfway down before stopping.

Sadly, before he could wake up, ominous eyes appeared in the distance; the Wilderness Wolves came back again.

Very quickly, over a hundred Wilderness Wolves were slowly approaching, led by a mid-level Fierce Beast Wilderness Savage Wolf.

There were as many as four basic-level Fierce Beasts.

Unfortunately, the unconscious Small Knife was completely unaware of all this.

Ding: Countdown ended, Survival Mission completed.

Ding: Congratulations on overachieving the mission, evaluation improved, as the sole survivor, matches hidden conditions, earning the title, ’Wolf Fang Pass Last Defender.’

Just then, black mist rolled in, and the night made visibility poor.

Only when it reached overhead did it transform into a crow larger than an elephant.

The crow held a Totem Pole in its mouth.

At this time, the Wilderness Wolves, attracted by Small Knife, finally discovered it.

Or rather, they first discovered the Totem Pole, then noticed the huge crow hidden in the night.

The crow opened its mouth and the Totem Pole slowly fell downwards, then the crow swooped down, its body rapidly enlarging.

Covering a thousand meters or so, but the crow also turned into a misty shape.

The crow-shaped black mist rapidly swept across.

One after another, the Wilderness Wolves stopped moving, their bodies noticeably withering, their eyes dimming.

The leading mid-level Fierce Beast Wilderness Savage Wolf let out a reluctant howl, then turned into a dried corpse.

All Wilderness Wolves naturally died.

The crow quickly shrank, condensed into a human form, and landed beside the unconscious Small Knife.

And beside Small Knife was now a Totem Pole, the one that just descended.

The Totem Pole was slowly descending, and a witch was still holding onto it, though the witch seemed lifeless.

The human form glanced at the unconscious Small Knife, turned directly into black mist, and entered the witch’s body.

Afterwards, the witch’s body slightly trembled, their eyes opened, astonishingly coming back to life.

He looked at Small Knife, then touched the Totem Pole.

The Witch Language on the Totem Pole immediately lit up, with a faint white-green glow falling on Small Knife, and his life visibly began to restore.

Small Knife opened his eyes.

Still alive!

He was startled seeing the witch nearby.

"What happened?" The witch’s voice was very hoarse.

Small Knife breathed a sigh of relief, quickly explaining what happened.

"Fierce Beasts that can control their own ferocity?" The witch’s expression changed.

"Such Fierce Beasts must die!"

"They have also arrived, take care of yourself." The witch said, then firmly embraced the Totem Pole.

Instantly, black mist seeped from every pore of his body, condensing into a gigantic black crow, which clutched the witch and Totem Pole in its beak, speeding away into the distance.

Ding: You’ve gained favor with Witch, Black Soul Crow: 1.

Small Knife looked behind.

Hurriedly picked up the Night Vision Goggles for a look, someone was riding a dark and vicious Bone Beast speeding toward him.

Turning his head, the Black Soul Crow had already disappeared from sight.

No hesitation, immediately stashed the sniper rifle and Night Vision Goggles into Personal Space.

Relaxing slightly after putting everything away, thankfully the NPC didn’t get a chance.

Checked himself again, surprisingly recovered?

Huh? Experience increased by three thousand?

No time to check the prompts during unconsciousness, better level up first.

From Level 1 to Level 5, 10 experience each level, fifty experience consumed, Small Knife swiftly rose to Level 5, feeling several degrees stronger immediately. From 5 to 10, 20 experience each level, one hundred experience in total to reach Level 10.

Suddenly, he was at Level 10 again.

Keep going!

Up to Level 15, consuming another 500 experience.

And to Level 20, consuming: 1500 experience.

After Level 20, to Level 30, one thousand experience per level, remaining experience no longer enough to upgrade.

This point, the Bone Beast had already reached him, and someone jumped down from its back.