Join the warrior team, do you want to change into a wolf?
George muttered to himself.
The warrior guild, the Alliance of the Sky, is the most powerful warrior guild in the sky, and also the most famous and officially recognized guild.
But if you want to become the core of the warrior team, join the circle and hold a ceremony to transform into a wolf, then you will never be able to sleep well again from now on.
"Thank you, Miss Kamilah, I'm not someone who doesn't cherish life.
"If there is a real danger, I will give up the mission immediately."
Seeing the three thugs harassing a young girl ahead, George casually plucked a leaf from the side and made a gesture in front of Kamilah, then threw it away.
Once an ordinary leaf, it transformed into the most terrifying hidden weapon in the world after George threw it out.
The leaf flew past the three thugs' arms at an incredible speed, embedding itself into the wooden house behind them.
"Aaah! Aaah! Aaah!"
A piercing scream immediately echoed, and the arms of the three thugs burst into a spurt of blood.
George didn't kill them, just gave them a good lesson, but this lesson was enough to make their arms return to normal after several months.
Even without using his ability, relying solely on his physical body, he could kill people with the lightest touch.
"You actually have such a deathly skill!"
Kamilah saw George use a leaf to achieve such an effect, and her eyes widened in amazement.
It was just a leaf, but if it were replaced by knives and blades, targeting the neck and major vulnerable areas of the body, anyone would definitely be in trouble.
It seems she misjudged him. This young man, though dressed in plain clothes, is indeed a capable adventurer based on this feat alone.
While it's certainly not possible for one person to clean up the ruins of the old graves by himself, at least he can run away if things go wrong, as he said himself.
"If you're in this line of work, you have to have some self-defense skills."
George shrugged half-jokingly.
Knowing that George is not an ordinary person without skills, Kamilah finally stopped persuading and led George towards the northern gate of the town.
As they walked, she started asking George about his experiences as an adventurer, sounding like a curious little kid.
George had only been in this world for less than two days, so where did he have any adventure experiences to share?
However, as he had played this game in his previous life, he casually polished up some of the experiences and memories he had gained from it.
Speaking of the Wind Rudder City's investigation of the murder of a young girl, the expedition into the Dwarf's relics in search of treasures, and the epic battle with Snow Elves lasting one hundred and eight rounds inside a cave.
Kamilah listened with her heart racing, longing to become an adventurer like George right away.
Only until they walked to the bridge outside the town did she reluctantly say:
"After crossing this bridge, follow the northwest mountain road all the way until you see a watchtower and turn right. You'll find the ancient tomb of Fengpo."
May the eight sacred spirits protect you!"
"Thank you, Miss Kamilah."
George nodded and turned around, crossing the stone bridge and entering the mountain path on the left, disappearing from sight in a moment.
The eight sacred spirits wouldn't protect this outsider. If they detected his true identity, they would probably send their followers to arrest him immediately.
According to his understanding, the head of the gods in mythology should be the creator.
He felt that the so-called dream of splitting into Anu and Padomei was probably a result of his own cultivation problems.
It seems that he was trying to advance to the multiverse and create parallel worlds, only to end up splitting himself apart in the process.
Therefore, the Holy Spirits and Dark Gods should not be aware of the chaos outside. Finding him, an outsider to this world, should pique their interest.
"Oh, I forgot to remind him to bring some food and water, and to put on thicker clothes!"
On the way back to the town's trading street, Kamilah was relishing the adventure stories George had told, when she suddenly stopped and slapped her forehead.
The mountain beside Hemeizhen, called the highest peak of the world called Hosgar, and the throat of the world.
It is the largest and highest mountain range in the Sky Province.
To climb from the bottom to the top of the mountain in front of Hemu Town, ordinary people need nearly a month, while powerful adventurers also require nearly a month.
The location of the Fengpo Ancient Tomb is quite far from the summit, but it still requires several days of climbing to get there.
Therefore, even if going there, it's definitely necessary to prepare three to five days' worth of food and water.
Moreover, the height of the Fengpo Ancient Tomb has already been covered by snow, and the temperature is much lower than at the foot of the mountain.
"Fine, it's impossible to complete anyway, so I'll use this as an excuse to give up the task when the time comes, and it won't be too embarrassing."
After a moment's thought, she decided that it wasn't a big deal.
Despite George demonstrating his unique skills and proving himself to be a qualified adventurer.
But she still doesn't believe that George can single-handedly survive the Fengpo Ancient Tomb.
After all, if he encounters danger, he will come down, and the outcome will be the same.
As for those adventure stories, they indeed made her long to be an adventurer, but she didn't completely believe them.
And the protagonist in the story might not be George himself, but someone else George has heard stories about from other adventurers.
What Kamilah didn't know was that in the time it took her to meander back to the trading post, which was just over a dozen minutes, George had nearly reached the position of the thief's watchtower.
For George, running on flat ground and climbing up a slope are essentially the same thing.
He maintained his super sonic pace anyway.
"Awo!"
Just as George had seen the watchtower and the thieves guarding it, several ice wolves several times larger than ordinary wolves appeared to block his path.
"Go ahead!"
George, not wanting to waste time, did not slow down and kicked each of them as if they were soccer balls, sending them all towards the distant watchtower.
The archers on duty above the tower and the warriors on guard below were complaining about the cold weather, waiting for their turn to go inside and warm up.
Suddenly hearing an eerie whistle in the air, they looked up.
"Wolf?"
What amazed them was that several ice wolves appeared in the sky and were approaching them at incredible speed.
Before they could react by dodging or taking up shields, the heads of the ice wolves were already facing them.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
After a few loud explosions, the ice wolves and the watchtower guards were all turned into a mass of blood and meat, with one mixed up with the other.
The stout watchtower built of rocks also had a gaping hole in it.
Such a loud noise naturally attracted the attention of the other thieves stationed inside the tower.
Those thieves put on armor, grabbed weapons and bows, and rushed out of the tower to investigate the situation.
The thieves who rushed out were met with stone pebbles thrown by George, who had casually picked them up from the ground and thrown them.
"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"
The stone pebbles shot like machine guns, and every single one struck the eyes, killing them instantly without hitting the helmets.
When George was standing in front of the watchtower, all the thieves had already fallen to the ground.
