Chapter 155: Chapter 146: A Powerful Enemy Attacks?

Chapter 146: A Strong Enemy Approaches?

This resulted in the leader of the player faction in this tribe paying Real Coin to purchase Bone Coin, but then going back on the deal.

Under the contract of the studio (team), they promptly paid the penalty for breaching the contract, and on this side, Mountain Grass naturally also refunded their payment.

After reading this, Small Knife didn’t care much.

Trading with players was just a way to make some extra money, and he wasn’t really lacking in cash.

He took another glance inside and decided to try out the thoughts he had on the road.

Small Knife had already considered the situation where he couldn’t enter at night, so he simply continued to walk slowly forward.

“Stranger, if you come any closer, don’t blame us for attacking.” All the warriors held Bone Knives, staring at Small Knife intently.

Small Knife still didn’t stop, continuing forward.

As he approached, a faint blood-red glow emanated from the warriors’ hands, spreading onto their Bone Knives, ready to strike at any moment.

Just as they were about to attack.

Small Knife suddenly stopped.

This made the warriors slightly relieved.

Suddenly, Small Knife stretched out a hand, and the Witch Residence flew out, landed on the ground, and rapidly expanded.

The NPC warriors were dumbfounded.

A Witch Artifact? And it’s a massive Witch Residence.

My goodness, it emits a metallic sheen? How much metal would that take?

The leading warrior’s face changed dramatically, shouting directly, “No good, full attack!”

With the leader’s loud cry, he immediately sprang into action.

As he moved, he leaped quickly, the Bone Knife in his hand bursting with a thick blood-red glow, and a giant blood-red knife shadow emerged.

Small Knife was too familiar with this.

It was clearly this top-level warrior unleashing a full-force Blood Qi Slash.

The surrounding warriors also immediately swung their long knives, the blood-red glow merging into this top-level warrior’s Blood Qi Slash, making it almost double in size.

Accompanied by the Bone Knife shattering, an attack comparable to a War Witch’s strike erupted.

Afterward, the other warriors also unleashed their full force without any reservation.

There was no choice; facing the suddenly appearing Witch Residence made them feel unmatched, and the only thing they could do was give it their all.

In battle, there’s no backing down from death.

Boom!

The expanding Witch Residence seemed to pause when attacked? Not very obvious.

This also reflected the considerable deficiency in defense when expanding; otherwise, it wouldn’t even wobble.

This did not mean the warriors were weak; if it were the original Stone Level Witch Residence, it would likely be hacked to near destruction.

Unfortunately, there are no “ifs.”

In a short time, the expanding Witch Residence stopped in front of the warriors, emitting a metallic sheen.

Small Knife sighed; after taking a hit, the Blood Qi consumed almost doubled, but it was a pretty good experiment, and he would be cautious in the future.

After the burst, the warriors gasped heavily, their faces pale, staring at the giant building before them with a look of resigned determination.

Battle, fight to the death and do not retreat.

This is the warrior specialized in the tribe.

Except for the one who swiftly escaped, as he had another task.

This escapee was also the only one who didn’t take action earlier.

In the previous strike, his presence neither helped nor hindered much.

He was an Advanced Combat warrior, running for his life without looking back, with blood-red glow on his legs, clearly using Blood Qi for acceleration.

He couldn’t afford to grieve, knowing his comrades were buying him time with their Lives, so he ran for his life.

In one breath, he rushed into the Thatched House at the back, swiftly breaking the piece of Bone covered with runes that was hidden there.

Even if the situation wasn’t so desperate, even if they couldn’t hold on, like facing a few Fierce Beasts leading to their entire army being wiped out, they wouldn’t use this Black Bone.

It was only when encountering an extremely strong threat, potentially dangerous enough to cause severe damage or even destruction to the tribe–situations that even several Witches couldn’t resolve–that they would resort to using this item.

This signaled an extreme crisis.

Because this would alarm the Great Witch of the tribe, prompting at least ten witches to arrive as the first line of defense.

This vanguard was only meant to block the enemy and buy time, while the Great Witch on their side would prepare to fully activate the Totem Pole, unleashing the tribe’s strongest combat power to avoid a Surprise Attack.

He had just assessed that what was merely used for the Witch’s rest was nothing more than a Witch Residence, even during its most vulnerable moment of expansion, yet it could withstand their life-sacrificing full-force strike without a single scratch.

There was nothing to be done given the situation just now.

A Witch Residence with a metallic sheen? How much metal would that take? It was something he dared not even imagine before; even the Great Witch wasn’t this extravagant.

How strong would an enemy with something like this be?

At least he couldn’t judge.

The unknown was the most terrifying thing.

Such means needed to be employed.

After crushing it, he felt a slight ease in his heart, yet without hesitation, turned back and rushed in.

The tribe’s warriors fear no death, and could they survive?

If they are to die, they will die together.

But as he rushed back, he was dumbfounded, blinking his eyes hard.

In disbelief, he looked at all of this.

All the warrior brothers were resting in place, faces pale and listless, clearly due to the full force outbreak just now.

They, they were all alive!

Alive is good.

In an instant, the warrior’s eyes moistened.

The warriors weren’t looking at him, still tightly staring at the Witch Residence, no matter how strong the enemy was, as long as they dared to rush in, they would fight desperately.

Unfortunately, as they waited and waited, while they almost fully recovered.

They still hadn’t encountered an enemy attack.

A whistling sound came from behind.

A Totem Pole pierced through the air, landed heavily on the ground, and ripples spread out.

In the domain’s range, the warriors let out a long sigh of relief, reinforcements had arrived, and they had survived.

Small Knife, who never intended to make a move, was overjoyed.

The Totem Pole came; could the Witches be far behind?

Then they appeared?

Emerging from the shadows, without knowing what means.

One, two, three, four, five…?

Damn, ten Witches, oh my god.

The commotion was quite large indeed.

Anyway, I didn’t make a move or charge in!

I haven’t even set foot in the tribe’s domain, with no negative reputation.

So I’m in good standing; you have to believe me.

The reason for such daring was because Small Knife, having experienced so much, understood that the Newbie Village followed rules, except for the Grand Elder, the other NPCs, including the Witches, had to abide by rules.

Because they are NPCs.

Small Knife stepped forward, waving the Token in his hand and shouted loudly, “I am here to complete the merchant task.”

The witch filled with hostility looked over.

Beep: Merchant task matches transfer requirements, complete the task?

Upon hearing the prompt, Small Knife breathed a sigh of relief.

“It’s done!”

The witches were taken aback.

The gates opened, and the warriors carried the goods skillfully rushing out.

The ten witches looked displeased, but it no longer mattered.

They whispered a few words among themselves, and one of them stepped forward to inspect.

Beep: Congratulations on completing the merchant task, 4|36.

The delightful prompt sounded.

Beep: Congratulations, the witch before you has a goodwill increase of +5.

With a five-point goodwill, Small Knife unceremoniously inquired about going inside to purchase some supplies.