Chapter 115: 114 Hunter

Hunting

There was no need to tell others about this, which was also why Drew Er worked so hard.

He observed very carefully.

A base salary of one thousand Bone Coins, that’s one hundred and fifty thousand Real Coins, it’s like a dream, and it doesn’t even affect his profitability from crafting Stone Spearheads.

With a base salary comes mandatory tasks, once a month, and abandoning them will deduct from the base salary.

That’s not a big deal; he’s not afraid of dying. Tasks that are too hard or time-consuming are not a problem. If he fails a task and dies, according to the contract, it’s still considered completed, and the level doesn’t mean much to Drew Er.

He read it carefully, fearing there might be pitfalls, reviewing it three times, making Small Knife a bit impatient before finally signing his name.

“Here’s your salary for a year upfront, that’s twelve thousand Bone Coins.” The boss’s generosity delighted Drew Er.

Then, Small Knife directly released the Witch Residence, moving out a large amount of goods from inside.

“It’s not safe, too unsafe, I’m afraid I can’t guard it,” Drew Er was worried upon seeing the goods.

“No problem! If anything happens, it’s not your fault. Just inform me, and I’ll eliminate whoever touched it,” Small Knife said casually, and left riding the Black King.

“As expected of a legendary figure, these valuable goods probably mean little to him,” Drew Er smiled bitterly and started checking the items.

Selling these goods is also a task, with a one percent commission.

Drew Er couldn’t help but smile.

It was like a ray of sunshine appeared in the pitch-black night.

The surprises didn’t end there; within the team system, there was an announcement about martial arts, and it was free? Practicing it would not only break through level bottlenecks but also increase the base salary.

The benefits were excellent; level-ups could also increase the base salary?

Drew Er, despite his family situation, did not blame the world but maintained a certain optimism, striving while yearning to enhance his power.

But he understood that was indeed a luxurious thought.

Now finally, there was a chance.

He felt immense gratitude towards that person.

“Wasted quite a bit of time!” Small Knife muttered, riding the Black King along with Xiu’Er as they left.

The Multi-Head Tribe’s caravan brought many topics for discussion among players, as players from the two tribes met for the first time.

Despite the banter, the bulk of the goods transactions were between players and NPCs, requiring feats to exchange.

There were occasionally some items available for direct purchase, but the prices, wow!

The cave assigned for trading gained a few more goods, and naturally, Small Knife rudely swept up all items available for purchase with War Level money, leaving not a trace.

Then left at high speed.

In one breath, they left the tribe and arrived at Wolf Fang Pass.

Along the way, they didn’t encounter a single Wild Beast, indicating that the area had been cleared.

There were quite a few players here, complaining about not having enough prey and not being allowed to hunt outside of Wolf Fang Pass.

Small Knife continued without stopping, riding the Black King as they departed.

“Look, Brother Immortal has left again!”

They measure people by the worth, not letting us go out.

“If you had the ability to single-handedly wipe out the Original Alliance’s experts, I bet the NPCs wouldn’t dare stop you,” someone mocked, evidently the information about that battle had spread widely.

Leaving Wolf Fang Pass, the sight ahead was a desolate wilderness, barren with no animals in sight.

But this area mostly had level ground.

Small Knife stretched out his hand, the Witch Residence appeared, and he tossed it forward.

Soon, a stone courtyard appeared before them.

He had long installed the baseplate, but never had the chance to try it out.

Now he finally could.

Upon entering the courtyard, Er Gouzi immediately started complaining.

“I’m here to level up! But you drag me along as a chauffeur?”

He grumbled softly but dutifully started the operation.

His griping was due to their childhood friendship and this individual’s tolerant nature; he knew it was inappropriate not to fulfill his duties, which he understood clearly.

In reality, it had naturally been tested.

So, along with the roars of the beasts from the sound system, the sound of the engine starting was drowned out, and the huge tires hidden beneath the stone courtyard slowly began to turn.

The stone courtyard began moving forward like a massive cumbersome vehicle.

The traces left by the specially designed tires differ from ordinary tire marks.

And so, it proceeded slowly but steadily forward.

Everything was going smoothly.

The only issue was the slight shakiness caused by the uneven ground.

Small Knife, meanwhile, placed his hand on the wall, canceling the Witch Residence courtyard’s blocking effect.

Thus, the aroma from the special fruits inside the courtyard, no longer blocked by the walls, began to disperse slowly.

As time passed.

Without the expected wolf pack showing up, instead, a herd of over a hundred antlered deer appeared.

Drawn by the scent, they approached slowly, but faced with the stone courtyard, they seemed afraid to advance.

Though hesitant to approach, they were close enough.

Small Knife wasn’t interested in them.

Nor did he plan on luring them.

Receiving permission, Er Gouzi excitedly picked up the light machine gun.

Rat-a-tat-tat!

Bullets spewed wildly from the gun’s muzzle.

The antlered deer, thinking they were at a safe distance, howled in pain as blood spurted and they collapsed to the ground.

What a thrill.

Wave upon wave of heat flowed into Er Gouzi’s body, prompting involuntary groans of pleasure. It was an exhilarating feeling.

He could feel his body rapidly growing stronger.

It was unbelievable.

Innate Skills: Shooting.

Divine Techniques: Quadruple Shot.

Small Knife also fired, with just one shot, he took down the single lead deer, which was also the only low-level fierce beast.

He reaped three thousand experience points.

Immediately, the deer herd panicked, turning to flee.

At a command, a number of towering King Dogs leapt over the stone wall, charging at their prey–their hunting time had arrived.

“Damn it, why is there a big ostrich mixed in?”

No, it turned out to be a rooster, flaunting itself; why was it getting involved without any competitors, needing to show off in front of its hens!

Judging by sight alone, they couldn’t catch up to the fleeing deer herd. The speed difference was too great. But about a third of the antlered deer were injured; these were the King Dogs’ primary targets.

These Wild Beasts were strong; Er Gouzi hadn’t killed many, but managed to wound a number.

Soon, the King Dogs returned, each with prey in mouth, some injured.

Small Knife wasn’t interested in these deer carcasses, and they were promptly thrown into the courtyard by the King Dogs, where blood-colored vines curled around them like serpents, dragging them away.

The vines, acting like straws, savored the flesh.

Causing the corpses to rapidly wither.

The remaining dried-up cadavers were pulverized, turned to ash, becoming fertilizer to nourish this plot of land.

After eliminating the deer herd, within half an hour, wandering Wilderness Wolves began to appear.

This excited Er Gouzi.

The resonating howls of wolves echoed one after another, clearly agitated by the aroma of the courtyard’s fruits.

In no time at all, a Wilderness Wolf, a basic-level fierce beast, dared to lead the charge? With the pack in tow, they charged forth.

“Don’t shoot the lead wolf! Otherwise, they’ll run,” cautioned Small Knife.