After thinking for a mont, he finally decided to upgrade Harold first.
"Harold, it’s your turn now." He glanced at the middle-aged man with a spear on his back and ordered the system. "Upgrade Harold’s rank to 4th Rank Warrior!"
Harold raised his eyebrows and instantly beca happy when he heard it.
[Ding! 6,000 Tribal Points have been successfully deducted.]
[Ding! Congratulations to the host! Harold has successfully broken through to the 4th Rank Warrior.]
The notifications had barely finished when a violent surge of energy erupted from Harold’s body.
The power was familiar, yet vastly different as it was far denser and more overwhelming than when he had advanced to the 2nd or 3rd Rank.
A mont later, Harold opened his eyes and instantly bowed at Ash deeply in gratitude. "Thank you, Tribe Lord."
Ash waved his hand dismissively as he directly ordered him. "Go. Help Old Ni and finish off the wolf as quickly as possible."
"Right away." Harold responded.
He shifted his stance and reached over his shoulder, drawing his spear in one smooth motion. The instant the weapon settled into his hands, the atmosphere inside the cave changed.
His aura surged outward, radiating a 4th Rank Warrior even though it was still a little bit unstable.
The beast sensed it instantly.
Its head snapped toward Harold, pupils contracting as it bared its fangs. The wolf had already been locked in a fierce exchange with Old Ni, but for the first ti, hesitation crept into its movents.
Old Ni stepped forward without a word, his sword tracing a sharp arc as he charged forward.
At the sa ti, Harold made his move. The spear in his hands felt lighter, as if it had finally beco an extension of his body.
The Dire Wolf lunged and t Old Ni head-on.
Clang!
Steel collided with claws as Old Ni blocked the swipe, sparks bursting outward. The wolf twisted mid-air, attempting to follow up with its jaws—but Harold was already there.
Thrust!
The spear shot forward like a bolt of lightning, piercing straight and aiming toward the wolf’s neck. The Dire Wolf barely managed to twist aside in ti, the spearhead carving a deep gash across its shoulder instead.
Blood sprayed across the ground.
The wolf howled and retreated several steps, but it wasn’t given a mont to recover as Old Ni pressed relentlessly by slashing with heavy, yet deliberate strikes.
Each slash forced the Dire Wolf to block and dodge, steadily stripping away its control of the battlefield.
anwhile, Harold didn’t rush as he circled away first. Every movent of the Dire Wolf was reflected in his stance. When the beast overcommitted to blocking Old Ni’s blade, Harold struck.
The spear hamred into the wolf’s side, then swept low to disturb its balance before driving forward again, slamming into muscle and tearing free with a spray of blood.
The Dire Wolf roared in agony and fury.
It slamd its paws into the ground, launching itself backward before exploding forward in a desperate charge toward Harold.
Old Ni intercepted instantly.
Clang!
The impact echoed through the cavern. The Dire Wolf slid sideways, stone cracking beneath its paws.
Harold didn’t miss the opening as he stepped in and drove his spear straight through the wolf’s thigh, pinning it briefly to the ground.
The Dire Wolf scread and tore itself free, chunks of flesh ripping away as it staggered.
Old Ni imdiately took this chance and stepped forward.
He raised his sword with both hands, planting his feet firmly into the ground, and used his (Iron Weight Slash) B-ranked skill.
The mont he moved, it felt as if the entire cave descended with him.
The blade ca down in a brutal, downward arc, carrying the full force of his body and montum.
The strike hit the Dire Wolf’s skull head-on.
CRACK!
The Dire Wolf’s head split apart as the sword cleaved straight through bone and flesh, smashing it into the stone floor beneath.
A shockwave rippled outward, rattling the crystals along the walls.
The beast twitched once and then went completely still.
Old Ni exhaled softly and straightened, pulling his sword free.
Uncle Zan suddenly froze as a familiar surge of energy erupted from his body, wild and overwhelming.
[Ding! Congratulations to the host!]
[Ding! Uncle Zan has completed his mission and successfully advanced to 4th Rank Warrior.]
Uncle Zan clenched his fists, trembling as he felt the transformation complete. A deep breath escaped him as he steadied himself, disbelief and excitent flashing across his face.
"...I did it." He muttered to himself.
"Congratulations, Uncle Zan." Ash smiled and walked over to the carcass.
Then, under everyone’s eyes, the carcass of the Dire Wolf instantly vanished into thin air as he had put it in his inventory.
The others were shocked, but Ash just waved his hand casually and chuckled. "There’s nothing to be surprised about."
He then looked at Old Ni and said with a calm expression. "Let know imdiately if you sense any other beasts."
Then, his attention shifted to the large egg resting nearby. Curiosity flickered in his eyes as he approached it since this was the first beast egg he had ever seen, even counting his mories.
The egg was round and smooth, white-grey in color, and roughly thirty centiters tall.
"So this is what an actual beast egg looks like," Ash murmured as he raised an eyebrow and reached out to inspect it.
However, what he had never expected was that as soon as his palm made contact with the egg, he received a notification from the system as a translucent display appeared before his eyes.
[Ding! A taable beast has been detected!]
[Ding! Do you want to bind and make it your first Tribe’s Guardian Beast?]
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