The wind in Dadaupa Gorge carried the moisture of the meadows and something…
Well, the peculiar scent unique to Hilichurl camps, a mix of low-quality grilled meat and fermented jam.
Skirk stood on a high slope, her silver Horsetail fluttering slightly in the wind.
Her deep purple eyes calmly looked down at the massive Hilichurl settlement below, composed of crude wooden fences, animal skin tents, and messy totem poles—
The main camp of the Good Meat Clan.
A few days had passed since that dinner party.
She had been practicing with various monsters in the outskirts to adapt to her abilities.
Not only did the system issue random small tasks to help her grow stronger,
But many skills she had come up with on a whim that day had also been initially mastered through practice.
Today, I’ll start with you all!
The settlement was exceptionally lively.
Torches crackled, and the rhythmic thumping of drums shook the air.
A group of Hilichurls was jumping around a huge bonfire, performing an unintelligible dance and howling wildly.
Several Hilichurl Berserkers patrolled back and forth with wooden clubs, while Geo Shield Hilichurlss dozed lazily against their massive wooden shields.
In the deepest part of the settlement, one could vaguely sense a heavy, mountain-like surge of power, accompanied by low, thunderous breathing—
That was the Geo Hilichurl King, the temporary overlord of this land.
“I remember there’s a Precious Chest here.
I wonder if it can trigger the system’s judgment to increase progress.”
Skirk murmured softly, her fingertip unconsciously tapping lightly in the Akasha.
Her gaze was no longer the usual slightly dazed and cute or annoyed look, but a near-indifferent calm, like a Frozen deep pool reflecting the clamor below without a single ripple.
She took a step forward.
There was no earth-shattering momentum, nor even an intentional attempt to hide her presence.
She simply walked down the gentle slope toward the heavily guarded settlement gate, step by step, as if strolling under the moon.
Her silver figure stood out remarkably in the golden glow of the setting sun, yet it carried a heart-palpitating sense of detachment.
“Olah?!”
A Hilichurl archer on lookout duty was the first to discover her, letting out a puzzled cry.
Soon, it saw that the newcomer was not a merchant caravan or a lost traveler, but a silver-haired Damselette emitting a strange, cold aura!
It immediately sounded the alarm:
“Mosi movo lata!
(Strange enemy!)”
“Ya!
Dada!”
At the same time, arrows infused with different elemental powers were shot from multiple angles and directions!
Skirk didn’t even look at the arrows, still walking leisurely.
She felt it would be very cool if all the arrows were blocked by her shield!
As it turned out, several arrows missed completely, landing crookedly on the ground behind Skirk.
Skirk: “…”
The entire settlement was instantly alerted!
The drumming stopped abruptly.
The dancing Hilichurls grabbed their wooden clubs, the patrolling Mitachurls roared, and the dozing Geo Shield Hilichurlss suddenly raised their heavy wooden shields!
Like a disturbed hornet’s nest, a dark mass of howling Hilichurls surged toward the figure walking alone toward the settlement!
Facing this formation that would make an ordinary Adventurer’s skin crawl, Skirk’s pace didn’t even quicken by half a step.
She simply raised her right hand slowly.
Buzz—!
A cold, deep surge of energy, seemingly connected to the bottomless Akasha, suddenly expanded!
The space in front of her seemed to be torn apart by an invisible giant hand.
A faint blue rift appeared out of thin air, with tiny ice crystals and electric arcs dancing along its edges!
Then, a menacingly shaped Sword, flowing with faint blue and silvery-white light like a giant wolf’s fang—the wolf fang sword—slowly grew out of the rift, bringing a bone-chilling cold and a clear hum!
Andrius, Dominator of Wolves – My 64: Children, this is not my tooth.
The moment the Sword tip touched the ground, a visible ripple of frost suddenly spread out with her as the center, instantly freezing the ankles of the Hilichurls charging in the front!
“Kuzi?!” (Cold?!)
The Hilichurls let out cries of terror.
That’s right, Skirk had already initially obtained the method of simulating Cryo power from the system through the rewards for clearing mobs over the past few days!
Combining ice and water—how’s that for a dirty trick?
Skirk gripped the hilt of the wolf fang sword.
A cold sensation spread from her palm, instantly resonating and merging with the surging Abyssal Power within her!
A sense of familiarity, as if the Sword were an extension of her limb, arose spontaneously.
The essence of Basic Swordsmanship was etched deep into her soul like a brand, and at this moment, it was completely awakened by this Abyssal Magic Sword!
She moved!
No longer walking leisurely, she became like a ghost blending into the night!
Facing several thick wooden clubs swinging at her, she turned her wrist slightly.
The wolf fang sword drew a tricky arc, precisely leading and parrying along the sides of the clubs!
Deflecting!
The massive force was skillfully redirected.
Several Hilichurl Berserkers felt their arms go numb, lost their balance, and stumbled into each other in a heap!
Meanwhile, Skirk’s figure had already passed through the gaps like a swimming fish, the edge of the wolf fang sword cutting across the wrists of two Hilichurl crossbowmen!
Pfft!
Blood splattered!
Accompanied by the shrill “Ya—!” screams.
(Why is this a bit hard to take seriously?)
She didn’t stop, her movements like willow catkins in the wind—seemingly light and powerless, yet showing incredible flexibility and speed amidst the dense attacks!
The wolf fang sword transformed into a faint blue stream of light in her hand, sometimes thrusting precisely like a viper’s tongue, piercing through the tiny gaps in the Geo Shield Hilichurlss’ wooden shields to strike their vitals,
And sometimes sweeping and slashing like a violent storm, exploding with force, sending the blocking wooden fences, animal skin tents, and the Hilichurls behind them flying!
Thrust, lift, smear, burst, and intercept!
Basic Sword forms were used effortlessly in her hands, yet they were filled with the power to turn the mundane into the miraculous!
Basic Swordsmanship, even among Vision holders, could be considered peak mastery.
Every swing of the Sword carried precise calculation and immense power, without a single redundant movement.
Cold Abyssal Power wrapped around the blade, making every attack carry bone-chilling cold and corrosive energy.
Ordinary Hilichurls only needed to be grazed by the blade to have their movements stiffen or their wounds freeze!
She was like an elegant yet deadly dancer, gracefully moving through the chaotic sea of Hilichurls.
Wherever she passed, ice shards and sparks flew, and the howls of Hilichurls intertwined with the clashing of weapons.
Occasionally, a wooden club would graze her clothes, or an arrow would whistle past her ear, but her gaze remained as calm as water, her steps never faltering.
Every dodge was perfectly timed, and every block contained a clever redirection or use of the enemy’s own strength against them.
She was fighting, but more importantly, she was mastering.
With every swing of the Sword and every mobilization of Abyssal Power, she felt a deeper fusion of this body and its power.
The wolf fang sword seemed to become an extension of her will, and the Abyssal Power was like cold blood flowing in her veins, becoming increasingly easy to control.
Finally, she stepped over the Frozen Hilichurl ice statues, as if climbing stairs, and walked step by step to the deepest part of the settlement, before the open space surrounded by massive rocks.
Thump!
Thump!
Thump!
Heavy footsteps sounded like war drums, and the ground vibrated slightly.
A behemoth slowly rose from the shadows—
The Geo Hilichurl King!
It was several times larger than an ordinary Mitachurl, its body covered in hard rock armor, its muscles knotted like boulders.
Its massive fists were encased in thick Geo element crystals, emitting a suffocating pressure.
Its crimson eye locked onto the intruder, letting out an ear-splitting roar:
“MAN!!!!”
Responding to it was a point of faint blue cold light condensed on the tip of Skirk’s wolf fang sword.
The Geo Hilichurl King’s massive rock fist smashed down with the momentum of crushing a mountain!
The wind from the punch whistled, kicking up gravel and dust from the ground!
Skirk didn’t retreat, nor did she take it head-on.
Just as that giant elbow was about to hit her, her feet shifted imperceptibly!
Simultaneously, an extremely refined and condensed burst of Abyssal Power was instantly compressed and released between the soles of her feet and the ground!
Void Step!
It was as if she had stepped on and shattered an invisible ice mirror!
The solid ground beneath her feet, in that instant, formed an extremely small, ultra-thin negative pressure layer!
The dense Hydro element in the surroundings flooded in to fill it as if attracted by a black hole!
Whoosh—!
A layer of faint blue water film, thin as a cicada’s wing yet incredibly solid, instantly condensed under her feet!
The Geo Hilichurl King’s heavy elbow, carrying terrifying kinetic energy, slammed into the ground where Skirk had been standing a moment before!
It might not seem tempting right now but who knows what the future holds?
“And If you’re enjoying it, drop a Power Stone for me!”