Fang Wuwei sighed deeply.
He had just met a group of people, and two of them were stronger than him.
What should he do next?
Wuwei tossed a small stone into the bonfire, sending sparks flying.
While he was troubled, he was unaware that danger had already arrived.
To light a fire on such a crowded battlefield, one either had absolute confidence in fishing or was a fool.
At this moment, an enemy was lurking in a tree not far behind Fang Wuwei.
He was short, clearly a natural assassin, and indeed he was.
He was currently crouched in the tree, watching Fang Wuwei, who seemed oblivious to everything, not daring to make a move, fearing that the man was just fishing.
So he decided to test him first.
A dagger appeared in his hand, and the assassin threw it from afar towards Fang Wuwei.
The incoming dagger created a whistling rush of air, and just as it was about to strike Fang Wuwei, he suddenly ducked, dodging the fatal blade.
The dagger then plunged steadily into the ground, burying itself.
Assassin: !!!
He's fishing! Run!
But before the assassin could turn to flee, Fang Wuwei, who had turned his head, spotted him instantly, and he suddenly froze.
On Fang Wuwei's side, his can had simply fallen.
As he bent down to pick it up, a rushing sound of wind came from above his head.
He looked up to find a dagger stuck in the ground.
If he hadn't ducked in time, it would have undoubtedly pierced his forehead.
Cold sweat poured down him.
Fang Wuwei spun around abruptly and saw an assassin crouched in the tree.
Fang Wuwei stared at the assassin, tightly guarding against the next attack.
He never expected to almost be assassinated like this.
The two stared at each other for a long time, silent and unmoving.
Both were very scared.
Finally, the bizarre standoff ended with the assassin fleeing in disarray.
Fang Wuwei, also drenched in sweat, quickly extinguished the fire and fled the scene, not forgetting to take the dagger with him.
Damn it, too dangerous X2
Both sides thought they had escaped death and breathed a sigh of relief.
No, I have to run.
I probably can't even beat these people head-on.
Fang Wuwei felt a bit resentful.
He had only completed two missions, and they were already putting him in high-tier games.
Are they trying to challenge him?
So, Fang Wuwei decided to temporarily lie low, become a stealthy player, and wait for an opportunity to perhaps ambush a few enemies.
— — — — This is a fearful dividing line — — — —
Meanwhile, the Furry Cat, Bumian, who had been hung on the starting high tower, quickly escaped after killing a Reincarnators who had ill intentions towards her.
Fortunately, no one seemed to notice her.
Her escape was very smooth.
After many twists and turns, Bumian arrived before a stone wall covered in vines.
She vigilantly looked left and right, her exceptionally keen five senses constantly perceiving her surroundings.
After a long while, once she confirmed it was safe, she leaped high and, at her full speed, crashed into the stone wall.
Incredibly, she didn't smash herself to death but passed through the stone wall, arriving at her hidden tribe.
"Stop! Who are you?!"
Passing through the stone wall, two tall Minotaur guards blocked her with spears.
The spears were entirely bone-white, clearly made of bone, but from what creature's bone was unknown.
"I am the reconnaissance scout, Bumian!
I was captured by the enemy during an outside survey and lost my token.
I request identity verification!"
The Furry Cat, Bumian, was forced into a corner by the two Minotaurs, reaching out to press down on the bone spear that was already close to her, speaking in a flustered voice.
The two Minotaurs were silent for a moment, then slightly moved their spears away, apologizing, "Please forgive us!
Those invaders are very cunning and can disguise themselves as our tribesmen.
Please cooperate actively with the investigation."
"Understood."
Hearing this, Bumian breathed a sigh of relief.
Identity verification used magic to confirm recorded souls, which perfectly solved the problem of enemies infiltrating.
As per custom, every guard unit would have a mage responsible for checks.
Once the mage arrived, she could go home.
By then, she would also have to find the chieftain and the priest.
Those demons had arrived.
Soon after, the mage responsible for the check arrived and confirmed that the person in front of them was a member of the tribe.
She was finally allowed to pass and enter the town.
"Candied hawthorn! Delicious and tasty!"
"Noodle soup! Delicious and tasty noodle soup!
Noodle soup with Gybe worms is even tastier!"
"Speaking of the legendary hero Morant, facing a powerful enemy, he killed that strong person with a single sword..."
Walking into the town and feeling the long-lost hustle and bustle, Bumian couldn't help but feel a little teary-eyed.
After being captured for so long, she finally had a day to return home.
She now wanted so much to go home, take a bath, get some sleep, and then go to the teahouse, order a cup of tea as usual, and listen to that old bird tell stories while drinking.
But now, she had more important matters.
Dragging her wounded and exhausted body, Bumian hailed a lizard carriage and headed towards the largest building in the city center.
......
"Six reconnaissance teams have already gone missing!"
In that building, a group of people surrounded a rectangular table, discussing animatedly.
The one seated at the head of the table was a majestic Lion King beast-man, with bulging muscles and a somewhat aged appearance, indicating both strength and wisdom.
"Chieftain! The continuous disappearance of our tribesmen, this must be..."
A minister below, a male deer, slammed the table.
His raised antlers, with his movement, almost poked a Minotaur next to him, drawing an angry glare from him.
"No mistake."
On the other side, an old goat-man raised his head and spoke in a senile voice, "This should be those demons again.
Every time they descend, it means fear and disaster.
Look! How many tribesmen have we lost this time!
I said long ago that we should surrender to them!
That's the only way we can continue to exist!"
"Bastard! Old goat!
If you want to surrender, lead your own tribesmen to surrender!"
The werewolf sitting opposite slammed the table and roared, "You coward!
You're just afraid they won't accept you, and you want our other races to be your 'proof of loyalty' to buy your lives!
My father should have wiped out your entire clan back then!"
"You!"
"Silence!"
The Lion King, seated at the head, finally spoke, his voice full of majesty.
"Since we have all chosen to be allies, then we are one.
We need to put aside past grievances and face those enemies together!
This is the only way for all our races to continue to exist!"
When the Lion King spoke, the werewolf and the goat-man naturally dared not speak further.
They glared at each other and could only sit down.
"Those demons have indeed arrived.
This is the High Priestess's conclusion."
Seeing everyone quiet down, the Lion King finally spoke, revealing the explosive truth.
Even though everyone had some suspicions and were somewhat mentally prepared, it was undeniable that everyone harbored a slight hope, what if the reconnaissance teams were just lost?
In an instant, the ministers erupted.
A large group of ministers below, regardless of age, fell into panic.
The older ones, who had experienced the last demon invasion, naturally felt fear when facing these creatures.
The younger ones, who had grown up hearing stories of demons, and had come into contact with more secrets after inheriting the position of clan leader, felt an unprecedented sense of powerlessness, having never experienced demons themselves.
The uproar among the ministers was something even the Lion King could not easily suppress, until the Lion King furiously smashed the long table with a punch.
Only then did the ministers finally stop and quietly listen to the Lion King's instructions.
"The High Priestess risked her life to go out and observe the stars last night.
She had long foreseen the demons' arrival."
Seeing the ministers calm down, the Lion King suppressed the anger in his heart and finally sighed.
"The High Priestess said that this demon invasion would bring a Savior.
He would have the same appearance as a demon, or rather, he would be a demon himself, but he would possess divine power and compassion, and would deliver us from suffering."
"Chieftain!"
Before the Lion King could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a minister below.
"The High Priestess always says that!
But the Savior!
When has he ever truly appeared!
Every time during a demon invasion, the High Priestess goes out to observe the stars, comes back, and says the Savior has already been killed by the demons!
If there really was a Savior, how could he die so easily!"
"Are you questioning the High Priestess?!
The High Priestess has lived for nearly a thousand years, how can her wisdom be underestimated by you!"
The Lion King roared, and the minister who had raised the question turned pale, instantly falling silent.
A long silence ensued, and no one spoke.
Unease enveloped the entire building.
Finally, it was the Lion King who broke the silence, his voice filled with endless desolation and sorrow.
"Prepare to evacuate, just as we have rehearsed countless times."
"...Yes..."
"Are we... really going to abandon everything here?"
"If we don't abandon it, we'll die!"
Boundless unease and panic swept over them again.
This time, the silence was broken by the summons of a guard outside the door:
"Probe Team 8 member, Bumian, requests an audience!"