T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World.

Chapter 569, Section 568: The Man Who Cannot Die

The process was tedious, and there was no time to explain the four primitives, so they waved it off forcefully.

"Those who think I abandoned Dimir and escaped alone can stay."

Having said that, he slung his bow and arrows, longsword over his shoulder, gripped his long knife tightly, turned and left without the slightest hesitation, and without caring whether anyone followed him.

In times of crisis, most people lack their own opinions and will subconsciously follow and obey those who take action, for fear of making the wrong choice.

Old Tok was the first to catch up. He opened his mouth to ask a few more questions, but when he saw that the Primarchs were just walking briskly with their heads down, he swallowed his words back.

The elites who suspected that the Four Primal Lords' behavior was acting out gradually followed.

They vaguely sensed that the person in front of them was different from the magician they had met before.

"Sir...this direction seems to be towards the woodland?"

Dimir's buffet table is surrounded by monsters from all directions, making it unsafe in any direction.

However, the most dangerous side is undoubtedly the woodland side.

The Tetraprimates are leading them against the current.

The crowd behind him followed closely, their breathing rapid and disordered.

They were used to walking close to the edge of the still-standing walls of the ruins, where the crumbling bricks and stones gave them a sense of security.

The Primal Body hissed angrily in a low voice: "Don't walk against the wall!"

The beast's roar exploded, like thunder crashing back and forth in the narrow streets.

The walls trembled, and shards of glass fell from the broken window frames.

"Left!" Old Tok roared.

The four Primals didn't even turn around. With a horizontal slash of their longswords, a giant wolf with fangs that pounced out from a crack in the ruins was cut in half in mid-air.

The foul-smelling entrails spilled out, splashing onto everyone's faces, warm and pungent.

There was no time to wipe it away, because the next second, the ruins on one side of the street collapsed with a roar.

Six black, barbed limbs burst from the ground and pierced straight through the chest of a soldier who was standing nearby.

Screams, piercing screams.

Another monster sprang up from beneath the ruins, its sharp forelimbs piercing the jaw of the screaming, retaliating soldier.

The man was suspended in mid-air like a fish that had been caught, his twitching ankles becoming entangled by more black tentacles emerging from the cracks.

With a sickening "ripping" sound, the person was torn in two.

The four Primals clearly saw the monster's true form, a giant monster nearly 3 meters tall, resembling a tarantula.

There was more than one; they lurked in the ruins, dug burrows, and set up natural traps, just waiting for unsuspecting prey to pass by.

These patient hunters most likely entered the city during the day and began to lie in wait, resting until nightfall to become active, thanks to their excellent concealment.

In a game, he deserves the praise of being a top-tier player.

"Speed ​​up, charge forward."

The four protosses drew their bows and arrows, piercing the air and striking the giant spider's black pearl-like eye.

The giant spider, in pain, stumbled backward, crashing through the ruins before collapsing back into its burrow.

This gave everyone more time to get through the food street.

Temporarily out of danger, Old Tok couldn't help but stare intently at the back of the Primarch.

He was an experienced hunter who had been active as an adventurer for decades, and his combat skills were better than those of many soldiers.

The arrow that the magician just shot was almost a blind shot.

The streets were dark, with only embers scattered among the ruins and the faint light provided by the torches held by the crowd.

The giant spider is entirely black and can accurately locate the firelight reflected in its eyes while moving, allowing it to anticipate and fire its shot.

hiss……

This is an ability that only magic warriors possess!

Old Tok soon noticed that not only was the man's archery superb, but his mastery of weapons was also exquisite.

His broadsword developed several nicks when he cleaved the skull of the lion-like monster head-on, so he picked up a spear from the roadside and continued fighting.

Always charging ahead, paving the way for everyone with his own strength.

All they needed to do was protect his back and the bloodthirsty, ravenous monsters that suddenly burst out from both sides, having lost their instinct to seek advantage and avoid harm.

The monsters were driven mad by their bloodlust, and countless scenes of them tearing each other apart and engaging in massive battles unfolded along the way.

Bloody battles between different groups are taking place every moment in Dimir City.

All the weapons that the Primarchs initially carried were rendered useless.

I miss the wear and tear in games, where even broken parts could still be used.

If reality doesn't allow it, once a knife or sword develops a nick, it must be discarded.

Ordinary forged weapons lack strength and toughness. When they are cleaving through flesh and bone, the monster's ferocity is aroused by its injury, and its monstrous strength in its death throes is something that no human can withstand.

The tetragonium was thus injured.

A giant beast, resembling both a wolf and a badger, lunged forward with its mouth wide open. His blade slashed horizontally along the gaping maw, and in the instant it cut into flesh, the beast's powerful jaws snapped shut.

This parting gift left a row of shocking teeth marks on the arm of the Tetramorph.

Blood was gushing from a dense network of tiny holes.

Basic healing magic can effectively suppress pain and stop bleeding.

However, the four primal beings have no magic power, and the vast amount of knowledge in their minds cannot be put into practice.

He was an elemental mage, and the moment he landed, he was in danger.

Now he fights without being an elementalist or a mage.

According to Old Tok, some of these unintelligent monsters possess magical abilities.

The four primal beings were also very fortunate, after all, they had encountered slimes, the type of low-intelligence monsters most compatible with magic, and their chances of survival were probably slim.

They were lucky enough to have come this far, and ultimately they didn't encounter those exceptional few.

Even so, the team, which started with nearly a hundred people, had been reduced to more than half by the time they approached the Dimir city gate.

The Primal Body could only protect those closest to him; he had done everything he could to save the lives of these brave souls.

He was injured in order to save Old Tok, who was saving people.

He didn't believe that old Tok, this experienced hunter, didn't understand the consequences of rescuing a wounded soldier who had fallen behind in the chaos of the battlefield.

But he did save them.

Every face was covered in blood and grime; the intense fighting had made their hands, gripping their weapons, numb and trembling.

It was also this bloodstains that caused the demons who scaled the city walls to join in the grand event to overlook their presence.

At this moment, the group of people who were lurking in the shadows close to the base of the city wall watched as the monsters leaped down from the high wall like dumplings or filed in through the gaps in the wall, and dared not utter a sound.

Demons dance wildly.

The monsters went mad and began fighting each other as they marched.

They were also fighting when they entered the city.

They witnessed the two monsters clashing as they scaled the high wall, twisting and biting each other in mid-air like a pretzel before crashing heavily to the ground, bursting into a cloud of blood mist. Their broken heads, driven by their tenacious life force, still twitched slightly.

The Tetra-Primitive took a deep breath.

"You should hide here."

Old Tok was puzzled.

"Sir, you?"

The Primal explained, "I'm heading towards the woods. I can't quite explain why, but doing so will most likely alleviate the monster population."

"If we continue to act in groups of so many people, we will be too conspicuous and easily attract the attention of monsters."

"Taking advantage of the monsters' loss of reason, I can be more discreet by acting alone."

"Besides, I won't be able to take care of you once we're outside."

If people previously questioned the fact that the Primals didn't use magic and only relied on physical combat, now they only feel admiration.

His close-combat skills alone are enough to be described as divine.

It's hard to imagine how someone so young could cultivate both magic and martial arts to such an astonishing degree.

They all swallowed hard, their voices trembling as they watched the monsters surging into the city like a tide.

"Sir... if the rescue arrives by dawn, we should be fine hiding here together, right?"

The four prototypes used a bucket of water from beside the city wall to wash away the stench of blood, then turned and answered.

“There is no room for error in doing this; it’s tantamount to sitting and waiting for death, hoping for good luck to come my way. I am not the tea master, and I am not worthy of being favored.”

I don't understand what kind of deity the Tea God is, but the meaning of his words is quite clear.

Taking advantage of the moment when no monsters broke through the city gate, the four Primal Bodies slipped out and sped along the shadows along the edge of the city wall.

Under the moonlight, the earth trembled, and the dust raised by the rushing demon army obscured the moonlight.

The four proto-entities murmured, "Nongya... bless me."

This is a high-stakes gamble. Amidst the surging tide of monsters and their carnage, the four Primal Bodies go against the current.

Chaos became his best camouflage. The monsters were numerous and their scents were hard to discern. It was difficult to identify the four primal beings, which were much smaller than the giant beasts, by sight alone.

He was repeatedly splashed with warm blood from monster hunts, and his heart nearly leaped out of his body as he was once again stained with the stench of blood.

It felt like being in the ocean, surrounded by sharks.

Fortunately, the sea was already stained red with blood, and the sharks were far less interested in a whole piece of meat than a scrap of it.

After an unknown amount of time, the woodland came into view.

The tetra-entity then climbed to the treetops, leaping and darting among the large trees. He didn't know the exact location of the border, but his keen observation skills allowed him to stop shortly after venturing deeper into the woods.

Along the way, you can see monsters gathering at the market, but this area is completely quiet.

It was as if everything that had happened in the distant city of Dimir was nothing but an illusion.

The tetra-propaganda sneered.

"There are a lot of people in the audience, aren't you going to come out and have a chat?"

No one answered.

The four original entities remained calm and spoke again.

"Before setting off, I sent a magical messenger. You don't seem to want to know what I wrote in it."

"By the way, I am now the only mage in Dimir City."

A few seconds later, a rustling sound of the surrounding trees swaying in the wind could be heard.

A forest spirit with butterfly-like, translucent wings drifted down from a towering ancient tree.

Before the four original entities, several shadows wriggled and rose from the darkness like mist and smoke.

A troll, nearly 3 meters tall, ugly in appearance, with wrinkled skin and an algae-green body, entered the arena with its head bowed.

The forest spirit snapped its fingers, and the dense foliage trembled and parted to the sides, revealing openings in the otherwise impenetrable canopy that were now bathed in moonlight.

The moonlight illuminated the pale face of the Primarch, exhausted from the bloody battle.

"Why go through all this trouble? Why not just light a fire?"

The leading female forest spirit replied without any emotional bias.

"We don't like the fire element."

"Setting fire to the mountain will land you in jail for life. I understand."

Forest Elves, Dark Elves, and Trolls are the three largest races bordering the northwestern part of the Anna Empire.

Compared to the south, the forest tribes here have not established a unified kingdom, but rather cooperate in a tribal form, similar to a united kingdom.

Many important figures from the elven tribes came to watch the show; all three of the largest groups were present.

There are probably some smaller tribes watching from other locations in secret.

The Ana Empire, which had shown signs of decline, experienced another revival under the leadership of Kurion, returning to its peak.

The millennia-old empire's tolerance for mistakes and its rich foundation allowed the elves, who had suffered during the pioneering period, to live long enough for the empire to collapse.

In that case, watching the empire suffer a setback is quite an interesting thing.

Anyway, it has nothing to do with them, and the fire won't affect them, so why not just watch the drama unfold?

"Last magician, are you here to play the victim?"

"Anna, is this how you're asking for our help?"

The troll crossed his arms and uttered two words in agreement: "Liar."

The tetralogic was speechless.

The Dark Lion Guards' foolish actions were so utterly unbelievable that even their enemies didn't believe them.

There's no such thing as a complete idiot in this world who could lead an entire city-state's elite magicians to wipe them out in a single morning.

These pigs couldn't even send a single magical messenger to deliver a message before they died. If it weren't for the clever people in the neighboring fortress, Dimir would have been a dead city in history.

“I am telling the truth.” The Primal continued, maintaining the flow of the conversation, “The Dark Lion Guards have all perished, the local lord’s guards have all been wiped out, and I am the only magician in Dimir.”

After a moment of silence, a male Dark Elf stepped forward and looked directly into the eyes of the Four Primal Bodies.

"evidence."

"You are free to disbelieve me if there is no evidence."

The forest spirit chuckled, "Here's the question: what difference does it make whether we believe it or not? Just because all your magicians have been wiped out, does that mean we have to help them?"

"Don't forget, during the time of the Anna settlers, they pushed their borders up to the edge of our woodlands, causing many of our tribes to migrate. Although your settlers are dead, we are long-lived and have all lived through what happened back then, so we can be considered... enemies."

The tetragonium laughed.

"why are you laughing?"

"I informed the Empire through the magic messenger that the monsters that Dimir City encountered this time were driven and guided by someone, and were not a natural disaster, but a conspiracy and man-made disaster."

The dark elves were furious.

"Humans, you are deliberately provoking war; rivers of blood will flow!"

"Do you think the people of the Empire would easily start another war for a city-state? Your magicians will find out the truth, and that impartial emperor will definitely not be able to act arbitrarily under the restraint of the imperial nobles."

That's outrageous. Everyone on the continent of Ana knows about the power struggle between the Imperial nobles and Kurien, right?

The pig-like nobles are famous far and wide, renowned throughout the entire continent.

The four proto-entities shook their heads.

"It is not about starting a war. The envoys who come to investigate will find that there are indeed traces of monsters being driven."

"Nonsense. Not everyone is willing to seek justice for the Dimirs. The lives of ordinary people are not worth much in the eyes of nobles."

"If it's a forgery, then what you say is true. But is it really possible that someone is using monsters to guide people near the city-state of Dimir?"

"Who?"

The four progenitors have laid out the most important clue in their arduous journey to this place.

"The Corruption Tribe, those snake people."

The forest elves, dark elves, and trolls fell silent for a moment.

"Sowing discord?"

"They manipulated monsters to ravage Dimir, leaving clues in the hopes of creating a fierce conflict between Anna and you, so they can profit from it," the Primal laughed. "My messenger has already been sent. When the Empire's special envoy digs deep to investigate the annihilation of the Dark Lion Guard, he will surely find the 'clues' they left behind."

"When all the evidence points to you, it would be best to still be condescending and say 'sow discord'."

The onlookers from the three groups had uncertain expressions, unable to discern for a moment whether what the Four Primal Beings said was true or false.

The only thing they were certain of was...

The Tetraprimates cannot die!

If he truly is the last magician of Dimir City, Anna naturally has ways to verify the truth of his statement.

But once you die...

There are so many things that can be written about a dead person.

The male dark elf, unwilling to be manipulated, snorted coldly.

"Even if there were just a single piece of evidence, would the Empire send troops? This is war!"

The Primal Body retorted, "Do you think His Majesty Kurion wants a record of territorial expansion, a grand victory in a foreign war, and to once again place his authority above those incompetent noble groups?"

"Even if he doesn't want one, given his worries about finding an heir, wouldn't he use this occasion to send his preferred heir to gain prestige?"

Two sentences shut the dark elf up.

The troll spoke with heavy breathing.

What do you want us to do?

"First, enter the country, find the Corrosive Serpent People, and capture them alive. That way, we can give an account of what happened."

"Second, do everything possible to stop the monsters from continuing to flood into Dimir City."

After hesitating for a moment, Mori nodded in agreement to the second condition.

"We can activate high-level monsters, awaken some monsters with basic intelligence, and the rest... that's a natural selection, the killing will continue."

The dark elves and trolls also agreed to the second point.

As for the first point, they are somewhat sensitive about crossing the border.

Without saying a word, the four prototypes held the sword to their necks.

"what are you doing!"

"Either agree, or I die. Let's all take this gamble."

The Tetramorph's upturned lips and disdain for death sent chills down everyone's spines.

"You're insane! You're trying to save the people in the city, aren't you? What do they have to do with you that you're risking your life like this!"

Tetra said calmly, "My mother didn't teach me to be a person who would stand by and watch someone die, and my wife likes me just the way I am, so I think I should do it."

"Your mother and your wife are a bit foolish."

The four primal beings silently let the sword slash their skin, causing blood to flow freely.

"Shut up, you fool!" the dark elf snapped at his companion, gritting his teeth. "I promise you."

"You're a bit late to agreeing. Slap that guy who just spoke twice, or I'll die immediately." The Primal sneered. "I bet Anna will declare war, and you can only bet with me that it won't."

"you!"

"Looks like you want to gamble, then come on."

Just as the four primal beings were about to exert force, a crisp slap rang out.

Seeing that the four original bodies were still unwilling to let go, they slapped them a few more times.

The Four Primal Bodies only need to stake one life, but they have to stake the entire population of their race; no one dares to take the risk.

His face remained calm and composed, but within his heart, a turbulent storm was brewing.

He put down his weapon, his hands trembling uncontrollably behind his back.

Seeing the forest elves summon high-level monsters brimming with magical energy, forming large groups, the four primal beings breathed a sigh of relief.

It was the right thing to suffer with Jiang Heyi that afternoon!
(End of this chapter)