Little Ivan imdiately complied.
*
Ten minutes later.
In a snow forest.
Two figures dashed past, one behind the other.
The person in front looked panicked, clearly an Eastern Bering person being hunted down, and the one behind was, of course, Wang Guogou.
A few seconds passed.
"Bang!"
A gunshot suddenly rang out.
The sound was very close, just a few dozen ters away.
Wang Guogou was startled and instinctively turned his head towards the direction of the gunshot.
At that mont.
A sharp ice spike suddenly erged from the snow, shooting towards Wang Guogou from another direction.
This was a visual blind spot.
By the ti Wang Guogou realized the ice spike, it was too late to dodge.
The person rely tilted their head slightly, and the ice spike struck their neck, easily piercing through it.
"Snap!"
The ice spike shattered.
The head dropped off.
Not a drop of blood splattered because the low temperature of the ice spike had frozen it into stiff ice pellets.
The snow suddenly moved.
Another figure stood up.
It was indeed Little Ivan.
He looked at the headless corpse beside him with a face full of surprise, hardly believing he had actually taken down the opponent.
Because this Wang Guogou was an elite of the Bering Kingdom, much stronger than Little Ivan.
At this mont, the companion who was fleeing ahead also noticed the commotion behind, stopped, and peered over.
Little Ivan gathered himself and called out: "Is it Joseph? It’s Little Ivan!"
Joseph’s tone was full of astonishnt: "It’s , why are you here?"
Little Ivan shouted again: "I took care of this guy, you’re safe now."
Joseph looked shocked.
He gasped heavily, walking over towards Ivan.
While still at a distance, Joseph said gratefully: "Little Ivan, I owe you my life."
He was also a Big Beard, covered in snow, with a big tear on the right arm of his cold-resistant suit, looking quite bedraggled, clearly having gone through a thrilling experience.
If it weren’t for Little Ivan’s intervention, this fellow would have probably turned into a corpse.
Little Ivan waved his hand: "We’re all Eastern Bering people, how could I just watch you die?"
The Tatar man asked with concern: "Buddy, are you alright?"
Joseph shook his head: "I’m not injured, just a little bit overexerted."
This Big Beard looked at Little Ivan, then at the corpse on the ground, and couldn’t help but ask: "Buddy, how did you do it?"
Little Ivan said nonchalantly: "I set up a little trap, used a rope to pull the trigger and fired a shot to attract Wang Guogou’s attention.
"Then I hid nearby and suddenly launched an attack on Wang Guogou, that’s all."
Joseph was very impressed, giving a thumbs up: "Buddy, I just realized today how aweso you are!"
Little Ivan remained calm on the surface, but felt a bit embarrassed inside.
Because the credit for killing the enemy was all due to "the voice."
Just now, "the voice" had directed him in detail on how to ambush the enemy, and he rely executed the plan strictly.
Although this thod seed simple, it was actually quite difficult.
At this mont, Little Ivan was belatedly aware of how keen "the voice’s" insight was.
The variables involved were too many, just slight deviations in so, like the enemy’s pursuit path diverging by a few ters, would result in failure of the ambush.
Joseph furiously cursed: "I strongly suspect that Aleksey, that bastard, is likely a mole, otherwise he wouldn’t keep defending the Kingdom."
This Big Beard beca more and more furious: "That damn traitor!"
Little Ivan laughed secretly to himself, but said aloud: "You’ve got a point."
No one knew better than him that Aleksey truly wasn’t a traitor; he really intended to solve the food crisis for Eastern Bering people.
Unfortunately, he got ruthlessly tricked by the Great Xia people, and now ended up being despised both by the Kingdom who wanted to kill him and his fellow companions.
Joseph continued: "Little Ivan, I think anyone close to Aleksey shouldn’t be trusted, otherwise we might be betrayed again."
Little Ivan nodded heavily: "Yes, I feel the sa way."
He increasingly appreciated how clever the Great Xia people’s strategy was.
Not only did Aleksey et a miserable end, but even those closely related to him were finished.
"Snap!"
Little Ivan patted Joseph’s shoulder and pointed into the distance, "Buddy, that direction is safer, you should head that way."
Joseph hesitated, "Aren’t you coming with ?"
Little Ivan shook his head, "I think so companions may be in danger, I want to go help them."
Joseph’s lips moved, wanting to say sothing.
But this Big Beard didn’t get a chance to speak.
Little Ivan pushed his shoulder, "Hurry up, I’m actually more convenient to move alone."
Joseph didn’t hesitate, directly saying "Let’s contact in a few days," and quickly disappeared into the snow forest.
Little Ivan watched as the Big Beard vanished, tentatively asking in his heart, "Who exactly are you?"
The voice didn’t answer.
Little Ivan speculated again, "You wouldn’t be the famous Mr. Spirit Crows, would you?"
The voice finally spoke, "I am Black no.72, you can also call ’Phantom’, I have been ordered to co help you."
Upon hearing the word "ordered", Little Ivan’s eyes widened, "Mr. Phantom, does Mr. Spirit Crows know ?"
Black no.72 replied, "Yes."
Little Ivan was flattered.
A nobody like , my na has actually reached the ears of the globally renowned Mr. Spirit Crows?
Such an honor!
"Caw!"
A crow’s caw sounded.
Little Ivan looked towards the sound and imdiately saw a crow atop a large rock nearby, though he couldn’t recall when it appeared.
Little Ivan was very polite, "Mr. Phantom, very pleased to et you!"
He looked carefully at the Spirit Crow and understood why it called itself "Phantom."
This crow looked very strange, its body like an ethereal shadow, yet exuding a presence that felt faintly real.
Little Ivan couldn’t contain his curiosity, asking, "Is this crow an apparition you conjured, and your true form is elsewhere, right?"
Black no.72 shook the bird’s head, "No, this is my true form."
This Spirit Crow paused and continued, "My physical state is very peculiar, if my body is destroyed, as long as it’s not completely annihilated, I will revive after a while."
Little Ivan was stunned.
Isn’t this close to being immortal?
Impressive!
Black no.72 continued, "I used to be an ordinary crow, my master discovered the uniqueness of my soul and helped activate my superpower."
Little Ivan smacked his lips, his mind focused on one idea – if the Spirit Crow is this powerful, to what extent must its master, Mr. Spirit Crows, be?
He really couldn’t imagine.
Black no.72 asked, "Do you plan to continue hunting people from the Bering Kingdom?"
Little Ivan imdiately nodded, "Of course, this is the best ti to replace Aleksey, I don’t want to miss this opportunity."
Black no.72 flapped its wings, "Then let’s go."
This Spirit Crow was tasked with giving Little Ivan "support", it would offer rational suggestions but not interfere with decisions.
Because the master said, whether Little Ivan crosses the river smoothly depends mainly on himself, Great Xia won’t act as his nanny.
Even if Little Ivan dies, it’s okay, then just switch to another potential Eastern Bering person.
The master also said, excessive kindness often breeds greater rebellion.
If Eastern Bering people get whatever they want from Great Xia, they might end up nurturing a pack of ingrates.
Only by shedding enough blood and paying a great price will Eastern Bering people cherish what Great Xia offers.
Black no.72 wholeheartedly agreed with the master’s words.
*
Great Xia.
Lanshan Mansion Villa District.
Yang Fan didn’t know that the impressive performance of one of his Spirit Crow subordinates had created another fervent admirer.
To this day, the evolution level of the middle grade superpower "Spirit Beast ssenger" had reached 100%.
The number of spirit beasts he contracted had reached an astonishing 160-plus.
A considerable portion of these spirit beasts are spread across the world and not on Great Xia’s official registration list.
The spirit beasts known to officials weren’t even fifty, less than a third in ratio.
And this already surprised the officials greatly.
Yang Fan lay on the soft bed in his bedroom, inspecting a white stone pearl in his hand.
It was the Level 4 exotic material – Moon Rock.
"Swish~"
The sound of water kept coming from the bathroom nearby.
Through the frosted glass door of the bathroom, a graceful silhouette could be faintly seen inside.
She was the secretary, Ling Shuiling.
Since New Year’s Eve, this young lady ignored her parents’ objections, moved into this small villa on her own initiative, and openly started living a carefree cohabitation life.
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