Crowne was pushed back. Blood dripped from his body, but on the other hand, his opponent was just as wounded.
The wolf nearly fell but managed to stay standing, leaning on the greatsword in his hand.
"You’re strong, human," the wolf praised. He pushed himself up to stand tall again, then looked at Crowne once more. "You remind of the human who defeated before. I don’t know how long I’ve been dead, but I’m sure it’s been ages. Even though this isn’t my full power, you’re still impressive."
Crowne smiled. "Thank you."
"Are you an adventurer of rank S?" asked the wolf.
Crowne shook his head. "I’m still rank F."
The wolf was stunned by his answer. "Are you serious? I know so of my strength has been lost after being resurrected as an undead, but I’m sure I’m at least equal to a rank S adventurer." He narrowed his eyes. "Are you lying to , or just being modest?"
Crowne shrugged. "Don’t ask . The guild decides that, not ," he replied.
The wolf wanted to say sothing but changed his words midway. "Looks like the human ranking system has beco ridiculous."
He sighed deeply. His body had recovered enough to fight again. He wasn’t planning to lose here, even though he hated his current existence.
Being revived as an undead was a humiliation to him, yet he couldn’t disobey the command of the one who brought him back. It was not only disgraceful—it was a stain upon his honor as a knight.
"Fight until one of us dies," challenged the wolf.
Crowne nodded. "That’s what I planned to do. Co!"
Both of them charged at the sa ti. Two powerful slashes collided, forming an explosive blast that sent them both flying backward.
Crowne used his skill Wind Step Slash. In an instant, he appeared behind his opponent. The wolf only smirked. He turned around swiftly and blocked Crowne’s strike, forcing Crowne backward.
Then the wolf took position to deliver a counterattack. However, just as he swung his sword—Crowne vanished.
The wolf’s eyes widened. A mont later, he sensed sothing from behind, but before he could turn around, a slash appeared right in front of him.
Slash!
Blood dripped from the wolf’s chest—fresh blood. Even though he was undead, he was a perfect version of one, nearly indistinguishable from the living. But one similarity remained—they could heal without potions, albeit very slowly.
The wolf quickly stepped back, but at the sa mont, Crowne appeared behind him. Before the wolf could react, Crowne channeled mana into his sword. Wind magic surrounded the blade, and one precise thrust pierced through the left side of the wolf’s chest.
Stab!
The wolf was wounded again, but this ti was different. His vision blurred, and the wound didn’t heal. Crowne’s strike had pierced the core of the undead wolf—the Core of Soul, the weakness of all undead.
The Core of Soul was a sphere that continuously circulated mana throughout an undead’s body—serving as both its brain and heart.
"Ah, I’ve been defeated by a human once again," said the wolf.
He wasn’t angry. In fact, he looked satisfied, for he had finally been freed from the lich’s control. When Crowne pulled his sword out, the wolf sat down cross-legged.
"Thank you," he said.
Crowne flicked his sword to shake off the blood, then patted the wolf’s shoulder. He was exhausted, yet his determination and pride kept him standing. Facing such a powerful opponent thrilled him deeply.
"You’re the best fighter I’ve ever faced," Crowne said.
The wolf smiled. "Thank you."
[Target failed to be tad!]
Crowne tried again, but the result was the sa. He couldn’t ta the wolf before him, even though he truly wanted a follower with a knight’s soul. Of course, that frustrated him.
[Target failed to be tad!]
The wolf turned to him. "Don’t force it! I already told you it won’t work. I’m a beastman—a demi-human. You can only ta beasts, magical beasts, or creatures like them. Besides, I’m undead. Only a necromancer class can make their servant."
[Target failed to be tad!]
Crowne kept trying despite repeated failure. Even now, he continued attempting to ta the wolf.
"Thank you for choosing , but I’m sorry—it seems that won’t happen," the wolf said again.
[Target failed to be tad!]
Crowne clicked his tongue in frustration. He was annoyed, but there was nothing he could do. The wolf was reaching his limit—blood dripped from his mouth, his vision faded, and his body grew weak.
In his final monts, the wolf still managed to smile. "Thank you for giving an honorable battle," he said.
A second later, his body fell to the ground—this ti for good. Slowly, his body crumbled and turned into dust. As the wind blew, there was no trace of him left. Crowne remained silent in place.
[Target failed to be tad!]
...
[Target not found!]
Once again, Crowne sighed in frustration. He had been genuinely impressed by the wolf he fought, but he failed to make him his companion.
It was sowhat depressing—he was a Beast Tar, yet he hadn’t successfully tad even a single beast. Sylvara and Velrisa weren’t results of his skill either; both were creatures he had summoned through his system.
"This sucks," Crowne muttered.
BAAAM!
A loud crash echoed nearby. Crowne imdiately turned toward the source of the sound—it ca from the cave ahead.
He tilted his head. "What’s going on in there?"
**
Velrisa smiled, tilting her head slightly. "Is that all you’ve got?"
The lich coughed blood. His body had just been slamd against the wall, and his spine cracked. Yet he stood back up, his eyes glowing red.
He grabbed his staff and slamd it against the ground.
"I don’t know who you people are, but since you’ve entered my ho, I’ll make sure you suffer!" the lich roared.
A second later, a magic circle appeared on the floor, and dozens of skeletons rose from the ground. Each one held a weapon and moved slowly forward.
The lich pointed his staff at Velrisa. "Kill her!"
The skeletons imdiately charged toward Velrisa. At the sa ti, she smiled—interested.
"Oh, interesting. Co then!" she said.
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