Just call me Thor

Chapter 400: Thor, is there something wrong with your soul?



Lightning flickered.

Three words were carved onto the cliff face by Mike.

When the lightning ceased, the Valley of the Fallen Wolves was renamed the Valley of Fate.

White Wolves filled the entire valley, howling and roaring excitedly...

Vladimir followed behind Dracula, extricating themselves from the wolf pack.

Vladimir was relieved, his luck was good this time. Thor testing the skill's damage on a rock was different from what he had imagined. [Thunderclap Fate] wasn't an attack skill!

The description of [Thunderclap Fate] appeared before Mike's eyes:

[Thunderclap Fate]: Bury/seal/enchant a phantom within equipment, granting the equipment corresponding enhancements. Upon sealing, the phantom automatically gains lightning and fire elemental attributes, and can freely switch between the two.

Consumption: Depends on the strength of the phantom.

Cooldown: 12 hours

Note: If the phantom actively cooperates, Thunderclap Fate has no cooldown.

For the White Wolf phantoms, as phantoms themselves, they could participate in battles, reconnaissance, and other tasks.

If they died, there was a very small chance they would return to the Valley of Fate.

More often than not, they would be lost in the darkness, never to return.

However, if they merged with equipment, they would become the equipment's spirit. After death, they could recuperate within the equipment and return to battle after a period of time. A low-level version of Cerberus.

Cerberus didn't seem powerful, but in fact, as a summon of Nightmare's Breeze, its tier was very high.

Even among vampires, only powerful beings like Vladimir and Dracula could achieve unlimited rebirth.

And Tripod, with the help of Nightmare's Breeze, could achieve the same effect.

"I need to find a home for you guys."

Mike looked back at the Valley of Fate, where over 30,000 wolf phantoms awaited his arrangements.

Moreover, the Valley of Fate would give birth to 100 to 1000 wolf phantoms every day, of varying tiers.

Even the weakest wolf phantom was level 200.

According to the Eye of Truth's prompt, at this stage, the strongest wolf phantom that the Valley of Fate could produce was only level 599.

After being born, wolf phantoms could also become stronger through battles, cultivation, and other means!

In other words, enchanting wolf phantoms onto equipment was a sure-win deal!

But the problem was, Mike didn't have over 30,000 pieces of equipment, nor did he need over 30,000 wolf phantoms to fight for him.

If he wanted to enchant wolf phantoms onto other people's equipment, Mike, as the master of the wolf phantoms, had to be sure of one thing:

These people would treat the wolf phantoms well. Because these phantoms were special, they were vessels for the souls of wolves.

Mike thought about it:

"To be kind to these wolves, they must be our own people, they need to participate in battles... and if they could make some money along the way, that would be even better..."

Huh?

Mike suddenly realized, wasn't the Guardian Shadow the most suitable master for the wolf phantoms?

Firstly, most of the people in the Guardian Shadow were phantoms(shadows).

As fellow phantoms, they would be more friendly to the wolf phantoms than ordinary people.

Secondly, the Guardian Shadow needed to carry out various missions.

Protection, intelligence gathering, assassination, undercover work, infiltration...

With the assistance of wolf phantoms, the combat effectiveness of the Guardian Shadow could be greatly enhanced.

Finally, the people in the Guardian Shadow were rich!

Mike had seen their salary income through the Eye of Truth!

He knew exactly how much wealth they had!

"I'll talk to Shadow Four about this later. Tomorrow, no, before today's ring competition, I'll arrange the first batch of people!"

Thinking about business, Mike returned to Mistveil Castle.

There was a pool of blood on the ground, the Vampire Prince's.

Dracula had changed into a new set of clothes, a long robe covering his entire body.

Mike glanced at the ground and noticed that the carpet, which hadn't been changed for years, was stained with blood.

Mike casually ordered,

"You stained the place, you need to pay for it."

Dracula: "..."

Mike casually summoned Bilbo and asked him to change the carpet at the door,

Bilbo nodded hurriedly, "I'll arrange for someone to clean it..."

"Who said anything about cleaning it?"

Mike whispered,

"Hang it up in the Mystic Market, say it's a relic from the ancient war, stained with the blood

of an unknown ancient powerhouse, very valuable for historical collection, waiting for a fated

person."

Bilbo: "..."

You're not waiting for a fated person, you're waiting for a sucker.

After dealing with the carpet, Mike casually checked out the Moonwell inside Mistveil Castle.

[This well water is extremely precious]

[First consumption restores 50% HP/MP, subsequent consumption halves the effect, and so

on]

[After consuming 3 bottles, the Moonwell water is ineffective for seven days, after which it

returns to its original effect]

[Produces 10 bottles of well water per day]

Mike peered down, a moon floating in the Moonwell - this moon had a unique shape, an ugly

heart.

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"Well, as expected."

The Moonwell had always been a sacred symbol of the elves.

Elven experts were only willing to use the water from the Moonwell, believing that all other

well water was unclean.

After checking out the Moonwell, Mike was about to go to the lower level of the castle to see the Forbidden Blood Pool, but was stopped by a demon.

Fool stood at the door, staring intently at Mike.

Vladimir automatically stepped aside, not getting involved in the confrontation between the

two big shots.

Squatting to the side, Vladimir was surprised to find some popcorn on the ground.

"What a waste!"

Vladimir picked up the popcorn, a blood sphere appeared in his hand, he rubbed it, and the

popcorn was clean, all the dust gone.

"Crunch-crunch-"

Vladimir munched on the popcorn, pricking up his ears to listen to the conversation between

Thor and Fool.

Mike asked irritably,

"What do you want now?"

Fool's gaze was unfriendly as she asked, "Did you create another move?"

Mike laughed, "What's wrong with that? Why do you look so strange?"

Fool emphasized, "You haven't answered my question. I'll ask again, did you just create a

move?"

"Yes!"

Obviously, Fool was very interested in what Mike had just created.

In fact, ever since Mike first created a move (skill), Fool had been particularly interested in

such things.

Looking at the nonchalant Thor, Fool said helplessly,

"Name your price." Mike didn't hesitate, he had already thought about what he wanted,

"I'm level 369 now, I want a shield, one with high defense, at least SS-level!"

Fool nodded, "Deal!"

Mike continued, "But you pay for the materials!"

Fool clenched her fists and said loudly, "I already said deal!"

Mike smiled sheepishly, "Isn't this just a lack of basic trust!"

Since the other party was paying for the materials, Mike didn't hold back and showed her the

skill effect of [Thunderclap Fate].

"Interesting."

Fool pondered,

"Although there are lightning and fire elements involved, this skill is actually unrelated ton/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

fire element. It should be your other states that are influencing this skill."

As expected of the number one forging master among human race and demon race, Fool had a

sharp eye.

She suddenly remembered something and asked, "Wait, do you feel very tired, very sleepy,

like the feeling after having sex with ten women in a row?"

Mike shook his head, "No, I'm very energetic right now. At my age, I can't sleep at night."

"That's strange..."

Fool frowned, puzzled,

"Thor, is there something wrong with your soul?"

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