CHAPTER 182: CHAPTER 182 KAKUR

The night sky is deep and filled with stars.

At this moment, a faint scent of blood fills the forest, countless hungry beasts come out to hunt at night, hovering around lured by the scent.

They want to follow the scent to feast heartily and have a full meal.

However, the residual pressure of a powerful life form crazily stimulates their senses, making them instinctively aware of the danger inside, not daring to approach.

Yet the scent of blood crazily provokes their nerves, making their mouths water.

With both factors combined, they can only linger at the edge continuously.

In the center of the forest with a rich scent of blood.

Kane stands in place, swinging his long spear, flicking off the blood-red droplets from the tip.

Having just fought against many opponents, it didn’t consume much of his magical power or physical strength, even against two teams of well-equipped bronze-level bottleneck explorers.

After all, back when he was still at bronze-level, he was basically invincible at the same level, not to mention now he’s promoted to silver, the increase in all attributes crushing these people effortlessly.

He didn’t collect the spoils from the corpses on the ground; instead, he followed the trail of blood and corpses to the mist council explorer tied up ahead.

Although this explorer was bound to the ground, he assumed the duty of reconnaissance and possessed excellent long-distance observation skills.

Even though he didn’t see the specifics of Kane’s battle with these men, he was basically certain that the entire troops of Black Mist were dead in front of this person.

Facing the suddenly appearing Kane, he couldn’t determine his stance.

"Who are you?" Towards the Kane in front of him, he could only ask this question.

Kane didn’t answer the question, as he had already recognized the person in front of him.

He waved his hand, cutting the rope binding him: "If I remember correctly, you should be called Kakur, right?"

The person in front, when Kane had just cleared the Giant Wood Forest dungeon, had briefly met him when he appeared at the camp, even asking for some simple information.

Since Kakur was quite friendly back then, plus Kane didn’t ask many people in the camp, he clearly remembered his appearance.

And Kakur, hearing Kane call out his name, expressed extreme surprise.

Initially uncertain about Kane’s stance, he didn’t dare to observe Kane’s appearance wantonly, to avoid displeasing the other.

Now hearing Kane call his name, he had to lift his head and carefully observe Kane under the moonlight.

Since Kane passed the dungeon as an ordinary person back then, becoming a warrior of the mist, everyone in the camp witnessed this result, which is still fresh in his memory.

Kakur said in disbelief: "You are, you are Kane?"

"Of course." Kane took out a bottle of healing particles from his space equipment and sprinkled it on Kakur: "Glad you remember me, don’t dodge, these red particles can heal your injuries."

Besides Meizike, no one can precisely control this, but teammates have a few bottles, after all, even sprinkled they’re quite useful.

Instinctively wanting to dodge the unknown object, he steadied upon hearing Kane, feeling the small red particles heal his wounds.

"Of course I remember you, after all you were the first mist warrior I saw, becoming one as an ordinary person under the witness of so many people, it’s legendary, and thank you for saving my life."

Talking about Kane’s deeds, his voice carried some excitement, after all, the dungeon was finally rated a red-flagged bronze-level dungeon, akin to myth or miracle for him.

He took the bottle Kane handed him and drank, then retrieved a red tubular object from his waist, pressed it and threw it into the sky.

The object flew into the sky and exploded, showing a striking flash of bright red light.

"This is an emergency rescue signal; mist council personnel will arrive soon." He briefly explained the object’s function to Kane.

Kane nodded understandingly, then pointed to the corpses nearby.

"What’s the matter with these people?"

Kakur drank the water in one go and wiped his mouth, replying: "These people belong to a world-class terror organization, Black Mist. You know Black Mist, right?"

"Yes, I know."

Once confirming Kane knew, he continued: "Following the last opening of World Ring, the barely surviving Black Mist revived again, after all, each new race always has a few who are not sharp.

After extermination over recent centuries, they entered a decline, no news heard for the last decade.

But recently Mist issued a notice to enhance vigilance in border areas, though no reason given, we could only comply.

Unexpectedly and unfortunately, I ran into them, initially suspecting some wrongdoing, didn’t realize they were engaging in some illegal activities."

Upon finishing, he sighed, expressing his lucklessness.

Kane sympathetically patted his shoulder, after all, he only returned for vacation and encountered a legendary terror organization, one that hadn’t acted in a decade.

Though their strength wasn’t formidable to him.

If the Black Mist explorers knew Kane’s thoughts, they’d wish to crawl out from the ground and shout at Kane, encountering you was truly unlucky for us.

Looking at Kane, Kakur posed the question he most wanted to ask: "So your current power is?"

Being able to handle two teams of strong explorers of the same level single-handedly, unharmed and seemingly effortlessly.

In his heart, he already had an answer, just somewhat unbelievable.

To Kakur’s query, Kane indifferently said: "Silver, of course."

Though foreseeing the answer, Kakur still showed shock and disbelief.

"But, you only cleared the first dungeon two months ago!"

To Kakur’s amazement, Kane shrugged: "Maybe I’m lucky, Mist seems somewhat partial to me."

"Haha." To Kane’s answer, Kakur could only smile wryly to express his current feelings.

Yes, after all, you cleared a red-flagged bronze-level dungeon as an ordinary mist warrior; whatever you say is right, Mist favors you rightfully.

What else can I do? I can only smile wryly facing your casual mention of my unattainable dreams.

Facing Kane’s passive bragging, Kakur felt full of complaints.