I Can Copy And Evolve Talents - Chapter 300

Chapter 300: He’s Strong
Northern and the stranger were a combo to boot.

As Northern displaced the monsters with his sword, he watched with one eye compartment to see if the stranger wasn’t trying to do anything funny like attack him from behind.

Or perhaps, get smart with his clone and monster.

But the guy just continually fought the White Walkers.

His movements were swift and fluid, very swift and way better than any Northern had come across.

Raven, of course, would always be in a lane of her own. But this guy was a befitting comparison to her, though her speed didn’t even come close.

In less than five minutes, they were done. Of course, the stranger was done first, but not less than thirty seconds later had Northern cut down the last of his foes.

He turned to the stranger who immediately asked him:

“So what next?”

“We regroup with my partner. Mind you, I’m not letting you take possession of the boy. And if you think the easier way to get rid of my clone and summon is to just kill me, then you’d be making a big mistake. Because first things first, I’m unkillable.”

The stranger smirked and shrugged.

“We’ll see about that, won’t we? I’m rather elated to meet this partner of yours. Where is she?”

Northern turned his head to the cliff that served as the backdrop for the entire settlement.

His eyes were telling the answer obviously, and the moment the stranger realized that, his expression became pale.

“Hey, hey, hey. Come on now. Don’t do that to yourself.”

Northern frowned slightly and looked deep into his eyes.

“Don’t do what?”

“Why would you or anyone go there? Your priority right now should be finding Sura.”

“Which we will after we find out what the hell is going on in this place.”

The stranger face-palmed himself, raising his head a little bit in the process and dropping it dejectedly.

“Ah… I can’t believe I have decided to follow lunatics who would walk into their own grave.”

Northern watched for a couple of seconds, wondering why he was acting like that.

He knew it was dangerous; that place was very shady. They had even killed Raven’s familiar in less than an hour, something that no one should have been able to find out.

So no doubt, it was a lair where danger lurked, but it was totally okay.

Because he had made a rule to himself not to back down this time around.

He just really hoped the stranger too doesn’t back down. He really hoped.

“Are you moving or not?” He asked, almost in a nonchalant tone.

The guy looked at him for a couple of seconds, thinking deeply before his golden eyes moved to Northern.

“Do you even have any idea what you are doing?”

Northern pretended to think for a while and responded blankly.

“Yes. Going to meet my partner.”

“Okay then. If you insist on me walking you to your death, it most definitely will be my honor.”

Northern turned and walked away; naturally, his clone and the Corpse Eater followed him.

After a couple of minutes, they were already at the base of the mountain, heading back to the settlement.

However, as they approached it, Northern suddenly stopped.

Also wary, the stranger asked:

“What do you sense?”

‘What do I sense? He’s quite observant…’

Northern smiled and lingered before telling him.

“Uhm…”

“Caladhel. You can just call me Cal, for short.”

“Okay, Cal, there are a lot of monsters coming for us. At first, I thought it was weird that none of them came out of their houses while I was running through. Perhaps they didn’t come out because they were not there initially.”

With a slight frown, Cal asked:

“And now, where are they?”

Northern tapped his foot on the ground.

Slowly, Cal’s golden eyes drifted down. He squinted his eyes and used his leg to softly press the snow; even with that, he couldn’t feel anything.

Noting the confused look on his face, Northern immediately added:

“Not here, towards the city.”

Cal’s eyes followed through immediately. He still couldn’t see anything that Northern was saying, but at the very least, he didn’t look like he doubted him.

“So what do we do?”

Northern, with the Soul Taker in hand, moved to scratch his jaw.

“What else? We fight. By the way, are you the voice?”

Cal tilted his head.

“What voice?”

“Uhh, never mind.”

Cal’s voice was more harsh, whereas that one was froggy and kind of tender.

They were two distinct voices. Moreover, the tone of their voices was very different.

Northern didn’t think it would be Cal too; he was just curious. However, he regretted it the moment he asked.

“Let’s just focus on vanquishing what’s in front of us.”

“I’ve gotten quite bored too, surely I don’t mind a stretch or two,” he said, stretching his hands and legs. Then smacking his fists together in readiness to plunge into battle.

Confused, Northern asked him:

“Won’t you take out your sword?”

Cal raised a brow and chuckled.

“Take out my sword? No, no, these ones don’t deserve that much privilege. Stainless is special; I don’t just use her on anyone.”

“I see, must be why you go around hanging her behind your back when you can just return… wait, did I say her?” he paused hurriedly, shocked at himself.

Cal smiled in response and nodded, his grin growing wider.

“Yes, you did. And I appreciate it, but there’s an order effect of hers that benefits me while she’s like this.”

Northern nodded in understanding.

“I see…” then he looked away and placed both swords above his shoulders.

“Well, then. I wish you good luck.”

He mumbled and then plunged into the settlement, leaving a blast of snow as he ran forward.

Cal nodded his head slightly with downturned lips, but a little hint of impression reflected in his eyes.

He turned his eyes to the clone. Immediately, the Corpse Eater opened its mouth and screeched at him.

Causing the guy to tremble a little bit, he could feel the fear run through his blood.

‘Hell, I have no doubt about it, it’s an abysmal rank. How does he have an abysmal rank for a summon?! What is that guy really?’

THWOOM!

The entire place resounded with a trembling sound as snows exploded upwards, and from within it, jumped out White Walkers.

Male and female, all of them were armed with crude weapons and fierce gazes, glaring towards the enemy they now surrounded—Northern.

Watching from afar, Cal curved up a corner of his lips in a little smile.

“Let’s see how he handles this…”

He was very curious about Northern’s strength.

Before his very eyes, two more clones appeared beside Northern, each of them wielding a dagger each.

All three Northerns backed to each other.

In a frightening flash, they each plunged in different directions—

—the first White Walker swung a bone axe at Northern’s head.

He ducked, feeling the icy wind of its passage ruffle his hair, and countered with a swift upward slash that severed the creature’s arm at the elbow.

Violet, freezing blood sprayed across the snow, and Northern followed through with a downward strike that cleaved through the Walker’s skull, splitting it like a melon.

His clone to the right was engaged in a fierce duel with a pair of White Walkers.

They attacked in tandem, their crude stilettos flashing in the darkness.

The clone parried a sword thrust with one dagger and dove in to block a hammer strike with the other.

The former spun on his heel, the dagger dancing in his hands, and opened up the throat of one attacker with a swift, precise cut.

The Walker gurgled, clutching at its neck as it fell. The other clone used the time and moment to leap forward, burying his dagger into the chest of the second Walker.

The creature spasmed, then went limp as the clone withdrew his blade and turned to face the next threat.

He shot towards his left, quickly becoming a whirlwind of death, his dagger flashing like silver lightning.

He dodged a spear thrust, the weapon plunging into the snow where he had stood, and retaliated with a flurry of slashes that left his attacker in tatters.

Another Walker charged at him, swinging a massive club.

The clone rolled under the blow, came up behind the creature, and drove his dagger into the base of its skull with a sickening crunch.

The Walker dropped like a stone, and the clone was already moving on to the next foe.

[Congratulations, you have slain a…]

[You have gained…]

[Congratulations, you have slain a…]

[You have gained…]

[Congratulations, you have slain a…]

[You have gained…]

There was nothing that sweetened Northern more than these messages that came his way.

He was harvesting so many fragments with ease. He was killing monsters, two of his clones were also on a continuous killing spree.

The system didn’t even stop and continually popped with these messages.

And Northern himself didn’t even mind; he just sliced off heads like tofu with a crazy grin of enjoyment plastered to his face.

Cal stood, letting out a pale smile with a tense expression on his face.

He could tell from Northern’s movement, he just could tell.

“He’s strong.”