A crimson lord dying in a single hit didn't go unnoticed by anyone in the battlefield. Seeing one of their strongest get flattened so easily the Bloodfangs no longer approached Drake leaving him to his meal.
Picking the Crimson Fang's Soul he stared at it for a few seconds before putting it in his mouth. Just like with the time with the Icehorn a window appeared showing him the Soul's stats and asking weather he wanted to assimilate it or not. Having no interest in something that could be killed in a single hit he picked the [NO] option causing it to be absorbed by the Baby Night Wing.
[《Baby Night Wing》 has accumulated the required amount of Soul Essence.]
[《Baby Night Wing》 ’s level has increased.]
[《Baby Night Wing lvl 17》
A few minutes passed and the number of Bloodfangs dwindled so much that it looked like the village was no longer in danger. But that couldn't be further from the truth. The real threat, the Alpha, was still alive and well. Worst of all, between the five that had been hunting it, two have already met their demise."Damn it!!!" Oscar shouted, swinging his sword at one of the Crimsonfangs swarming them. "This is too much! Why is a single Crimson Lord this strong!!!"Aksel wanted to shout something as well but he couldn't find an opening. The two of them were isolated from the fight with the Alpha, getting surroundings by dozens of red wolves created by the Crimsonfang spell. Normally those things would disappear after taking the slightest bit of damage, however that didn't seem to be the case here.Ragnar was the only
"Sorry for the wait." The voice belonged to none other than Ragnar, however the figure standing in front of them wasn't the old village chief they knew.It was a monster that towered over everything reaching the size of the Alpha. A giant being carved out of stone with a vaguely humanoid shape and a blade like horn protruding from its head which lacked any human features."The second stage…" Gunnar mumbled, staring at the being with terrified wide eyes. Snapping back to his senses a second later he began shouting. "What are you doing, Ragnar! Why did you-"A howl from the Crimson Lord Swallowed the rest of his word. Ragnar glanced at his son in law then turned to Drake."Hey kid." He said, tossing something to him. "Let's kill that thing."Drake was perplexed at first seeing the monster like figure however he soon realized that it looked like a horrifying version of the armor Ragnar was wearing before. The thing it tossed at him was a long black pole with a blade like end. Though it
The Crimson Lord fell. A moment of silence passed followed by the howling of the surviving beasts before they made their escape. No one tried to chase after them. The fight has finally ended and the crises has been averted. Many of the Hunters collapsed to their knees as exhaustion caught up to them. That went twice for Ragnar. The old man laid down on his back. Light enveloped him and he gradually reverted back to his old form. "Ragnar!" Gunnar tossed his shield and ran to the chief's side. "What were you thinking! You know you're too old for that!""Hahaha, what are you talking about? I still got it in me, you know!""This is no laughing matter!"Though his son in law continued his reproach, the old village chief just laughed until he ran out of breath. Watching the scene from a small distance away, Drake couldn't help but smile. He glanced down at his blade, then at the beast he had just slain. An inexplicable sense of joy filled him. It was the first time in his life that he ha
"Rollo…"Drake couldn't believe what he was seeing. In front of him was the red haired boy. The idiot who he had fought alongside with against the black cloaks, the Icehorns and all the other beasts. The same one who showed him how to cut wood and thought him about the new world.That kid who is no older than fifteen and didn't seem to be the sharpest tool in the shed was walking through the sea of black flames as they slowly vanished into thin air.Arriving in front of Drake, the red haired boy crouched down so they could be on the same eye level. Looking into his eyes for a couple of seconds, a wide grin spread on Rollo's face as he reached out and patted Drake on the shoulder."C'mon! Don't look at me like that! I'll apologize, okay?" Laughing loudly for quite a while he then continued. "But to think you were able to survive this far on your own. I wasn't expecting much when he brought you here, but you continued to impress me again and again!"Drake wanted to say something. He wan
Standing at the edge of the unpleasantly familiar cliff, Drake surveyed the white scenery which extended all the way to the horizon. "To think it was all real…" Gunnar said as he stood a small distance away. Beside him was the frozen corpse of a giant blue bird, covered in ice and snow. Signs of a long drawn out battle were everywhere; broken weapons and shields, corpses missing their other halves, earth warped by magic and skills. One look and anyone could tell what had happened in this place. Gunnar, along with a few Hunters from Thors village, had accompanied Drake on his trip to mount Icewyrm to see for themselves whether what he claimed was true or not.The boy had told them the story of how he ended up in their village, which was completely different from what they remembered. Drake was the most shocked by the difference in their testimonies. According to the Hunters they found him collapsed in front of their village. That sounded more believable after taking the trip to moun
"I'M HOME!!!" A loud voice announced. All heads had turned the moment they heard the door open but once they saw who it was that came in they all threw aside whatever they were doing and lined up and bowed their heads. "Welcome back, lord Rollo Dragonspear, lady Edda Firestone." The servants said in perfect unison as if they had practiced it countless times. "Alright, everyone go back to your jobs." Rollo said as he walked through the two rows of maids and butlers. An old man followed behind them as the two walked toward the wide stairs leading. "I see you're doing well, Gunther. How've things been while I was gone?" Rollo asked, glancing back at the old butler. "Your concern is wasted on me, my lord." Gunther replied. "Your father has been in a bad mood after receiving your report. He's waiting for you in his office." "Man, I dont really want to deal with him right now. He always gets angry when I dont return on time." The boy shuddered at the thought of his furious father. W
A month had passed since the battle with the Crimson Lord. Though the confusion Rollo had caused made it difficult for Drake to fit in, he still did his best to help around the village. The reason being that they'd lost four Hunters recently which was quite the problem for such a small village. Drake wanted to leave as soon as possible but he felt a sense of guilt that tied him there. He had to at least repay the favors he owed them before setting out.One of the things he had done was helping Harald level up. The two of them went around hunting with Drake giving up all of his Souls to speed up the process, only stopping once Harald's Silverback had reached level 30.Drake donated most of his earnings from the hunts as well, only keeping the bare minimum he needed for his trip. He hoped that would be enough to make up for what the village had lost as well as help fill the gap he would eventually create."Are you sure about this? You can still change your mind, you know." Ragnar said,
Trees creaked and snapped like twigs. Stones split and crashed into dust. Everything standing in it's way gets destroyed. Nothing could hope to stop its mad rush.The beast was named the Brown Tusks. It was once a normal boar like any other, however after years of devouring magical fruits, plans and corpses it turned to Magical Beast. Even to this day it still continues to devoure everything it could find spreading destruction everywhere it went. Many Hunters had tried and failed. Vanquishing the monster was now considered an impossible task. However one man saw that as his chance. After all there was nothing that satisfied him more than hunting a powerful for.[Brown Tusk (C) lvl 168]The reality was disappointing to say the least. The beast he had tracked turned out to be of such a low tier. Hearing the stories of the horror it had caused he expected it to be at least an A tier, however as it turned out the secret behind its strength was its level and not its class."Now, how do I