Level 7
With a thought,
Deep in Lion Camel Ridge, Little Drill Wind was dozing, leaning against a stone stele.
Sensing Su Mu's consciousness, he half-opened one eye, a "what is it now?" expression appearing on his bluish-black face.
"Come out," Su Mu said.
Little Drill Wind tilted his head, seemingly not quite understanding.
Su Mu didn't explain further. He directly drew on his Soul Power, activating the passage between the dungeon and reality.
A dark blue-green light surged from his Soul Space, gathering, churning, and contracting three meters in front of him.
A soft pop sounded in the air, as though something had forced an opening from within. The dark blue-green light dissipated, and Little Drill Wind appeared before him.
He stumbled as he landed, a flicker of confusion crossing his bluish-black face before quickly giving way to wariness.
Almost instinctively, he lowered his body, drew his short blade half an inch, and swept his narrow eyes over his surroundings.
Su Mu didn't rush to speak. Instead, he first looked at his panel.
[Name: Little Drill Wind (summoned form)] [Rank: SSS → A (suppressed by three ranks: SSS → SS → S → A)] [Level: 6] [Health: 162000/162000 → 20250/20250] [Attack: 13560 → 1695] [Defense: 8004 → 1000] [Agility: 12240 → 1530] [Base combat index: 174492 → 16560] [Skills: Intelligence Perception (weakened version), Mountain-Patrolling Steps (weakened version), Lion Camel Ridge Glory (no Lion Camel Ridge terrain in this area; bonus inactive), Call for Aid (unavailable)]
Su Mu looked at the numbers on the panel. Although this could be called an epic-level nerf to Little Drill Wind,
Fortunately, he hadn't guessed wrong.
After three rounds of concept anchoring and two rounds of comprehensive shaping, this card's foundation had become ridiculously solid.
Even suppressed by three ranks, Little Drill Wind was still an insurmountable mountain to this level 10 goblin skirmisher.
Of course, the main reason Su Mu chose to summon him this way was to deal with wild monsters. Pulling them one by one was too slow, and he had to trigger each battle himself.
It took too much time.
But with Little Drill Wind summoned, he could just "lie flat."
"Go." Su Mu lifted his chin toward the goblin skirmisher.
Little Drill Wind followed his gaze and narrowed his eyes. The next moment, he vanished from where he stood.
Su Mu saw only a dark blue-green afterimage flash across the gray-black ground, moving so swiftly that the pressure of the wind didn't even have time to bend the dead grass. He covered thirty meters in less than half a second.
The goblin skirmisher didn't even have time to react. It had just caught an unfamiliar scent and instinctively raised its head when a bluish-black shadow appeared right in front of it.
The short blade left its sheath.
A cold light flashed.
The goblin skirmisher's head slipped from its shoulders, fell to the ground, and rolled twice, its cloudy eyes still holding a final trace of confusion. The headless corpse toppled forward, gray-green blood pouring from its severed neck and seeping into the gray-black soil.
The entire process took less than two seconds. Su Mu hadn't even seen Little Drill Wind draw his blade clearly.
Kill.
Warm energy surged toward him from a distance and merged into his Soul Space.
[Level experience +150] [Momentum Points +4]
Su Mu froze for a moment. Four Momentum Points?
He carefully sensed the energy pouring into his Soul Space.
Besides experience, there was an extremely faint strand of energy that carried a burning sensation. Like a spark falling into a pile of kindling, it sank into a separate area deep within his Soul Space.
That was momentum.
The textbooks said that killing a monster of the same level awarded one Momentum Point, while killing a higher-level monster granted an additional bonus based on the difference in levels.
He was level 6, and the goblin skirmisher was level 10. With a four-level difference, the Momentum Points gained had risen from one to four.
It wasn't much, but little by little, it would add up.
The experience was considerable too. One level 10 monster gave him 150 experience points. He had fought through ten waves in the nightmare dungeon just to reach level 6 at 83 percent, but now, killing one ordinary skirmisher gave him as much experience as several monsters in the nightmare dungeon.
Sure enough, killing monsters above his level yielded ample experience.
Su Mu didn't linger. He started walking forward.
Little Drill Wind didn't need his commands. After killing the first skirmisher, he had already charged toward another target in the distance on his own.
Through their Soul Link, Su Mu could clearly share his vision and senses.
The second goblin skirmisher was rummaging for something in a patch of low shrubs when Little Drill Wind struck it down from behind with one slash.
The third was beside a pile of rocks farther away. Little Drill Wind chased it down, sliced off the fingers gripping its club with one slash, and pierced its chest with the second.
Almost no goblin could withstand a single slash.
Occasionally, one reacted quickly enough to raise its club to block as Little Drill Wind closed in, but the crude club was no different from paper before his short blade. The edge chopped straight through the club and continued on, cutting through the leather armor and chest.
Little Drill Wind darted and dodged through the night, his bluish-black figure like a phantom, flickering in and out of sight among the gray-green wild grass.
Su Mu observed the movements around him as he walked.
Without stopping, he followed a trodden path deeper in.
The silhouettes of other goblin skirmishers occasionally appeared at the edge of his vision in the distance, but Little Drill Wind always spotted them first.
Although Intelligence Perception had been weakened, the auras of level 10 monsters were still as obvious to him as torches in the dark.
Kill notifications kept coming.
[Goblin skirmisher killed, level experience +150, Momentum Points +4] [Goblin skirmisher killed, level experience +150, Momentum Points +4] [Goblin skirmisher killed, level experience +150, Momentum Points +4] [Obtained: crude goblin leather armor card ×1] [Goblin skirmisher killed, level experience +150, Momentum Points +4] [Obtained: goblin fangs ×3]
A kill notification popped up every few dozen seconds.
Su Mu's experience bar rose with agility visible to the naked eye.
Occasional material drop notifications appeared, mostly for things like crude leather armor fragments, goblin fangs, and damaged short blades.
They weren't worth much, but they were better than nothing.
More than ten minutes passed.
Su Mu kept walking at a steady pace, making no particular effort to speed up.
He only needed to follow the path, and Little Drill Wind would naturally clear out all the skirmishers within a certain range around him.
The feeling reminded him of some games he had played in his previous life.
AFK monster farming, automatic pathfinding, and automatic combat.
The difference was that every monster here was real, moving, and had blood and body heat. And his Little Drill Wind was a yaoguai who truly existed in this world.
In his Soul Space, the experience bar jumped again.
[Level increased: level 6 → level 7]