T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World

"Centurion Tok"

"Yes!"

“All my comrades have perished, and now I am the only survivor.” The Primal Body’s eyes sharpened. “I am not one to cling to life or fear death. Since I demand that everyone enter this horrific inferno with me, then…”

The four protoss drew their broadswords that had sunk into the ground.

"I will forsake magic and travel with you."

"I will not retreat. I will live and die with you until dawn."

"Go get them!" is a phrase everyone can shout.

Follow me, but you need to be prepared.

The four original entities are enlightened.

The game started in a disastrous way, with no room for error.

A physical training teacher named Xinlv once said that on the battlefield where life and death hang in the balance, the more afraid you are of dying, the more likely you are to die.

Coward, death is relentlessly pursuing you.

The brave are feared even by death.

The primary mission of the Tetraprimes is to ensure their survival.

Organizing the survivors to resist as much as possible will increase their chances of survival, and incidentally, help these poor souls.

Having said all that, those who remain ignorant and cling to wishful thinking can only be described as the survival of the fittest mechanism already playing out prematurely in Dimir City.

"Roar~!!!!!"

A powerful roar tore through the silent night sky.

The tranquility of Dimir City was shattered in an instant, with roars of beasts echoing from all directions.

Interspersed among them were some mournful, dying cries.

Soon, a scout came running back.

"Tok, Tok, they're fighting!"

Old Tok clapped his hands sharply and knelt down on one knee before the Four Primarchs in excitement.

The identification of tetraplasm is correct.

Monsters are monsters. Previously, influenced by the collective atmosphere, they only attacked the humans in Dimir City.

But once their animalistic instincts regain the upper hand, they immediately realize that those accompanying them are not their companions, but their rivals.

Once the four original entities are found, the dying monsters displayed everywhere are the switches that trigger their ferocity.

They are not completely inanimate objects, and are very attractive to the hunting instincts of monsters.

The commotion generated by the hunt was like a whirlpool, enough to pull in all the surrounding monsters.

Like the unlucky one who fired the first shot in a battle royale game, all the teams that heard the gunshot couldn't wait to get close and join in the fun.

Many of the guys behind him who had received weapons and were still crying were overjoyed when they heard the news, thinking they wouldn't have to fight, and the four primal beings were too lazy to say anything more.

In a massive horde of monsters, there are always lucky ones who manage to bypass the battle and head straight for the "buffet table."

A massive, chaotic mess is inevitable.

The Primarchs selected 100 elites, and without exception, they were impressed by the Primarchs' courage to abandon magic and fight alongside them in hand-to-hand combat.

Do you know what I'm going to do?

The crowd shook their heads.

The four original bodies smirked: "I'm going to fight my way out of the city."

"?"

My lord magician, what's with your words? Are you having a brain war with your left and right hemispheres?

Chapter 569 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."