T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World

"When I came here with you last time, I casually sensed the traces left by the operation of the magic circle. I noted down the pattern, went to the black market in Xiangfeng City, found a famous alchemist, and created it."

"Huh?" Everyone at the boundary between the virtual and real worlds had question marks on their heads.

"What? I told you I'm a genius, now you believe me, right?" Mint snorted.

"So, what was the meaning of your last murmur about wanting to blow up this manor?"

“Yes, back then I figured out the pattern of the magic circle, the personnel configuration of the manor, and was thinking about what dosage of magic potion to use to create a spectacular fireworks display.” Mint chuckled. “I also support your plan to poison them. For nobles like this, their businesses should be blown to bits!”

Jiang Heyi couldn't help but shudder.

Mint had been bullied by that arrogant nobleman for a whole year, and she harbored a lot of resentment.

Narum has caught up with the situation; before taking revenge on the main culprit, he can have some fun with him first.

"The patrols are carried out by puppet guards, led by a half-human, half-human hybrid. However, since nothing has happened for years, they are very perfunctory. On the day we visited, a butler was scolding the half-human for slacking off."

"At this point in time, it would be strange if they didn't slack off. Without the correction of the half-blooded demi-human, the puppets will only patrol back and forth along the planned route. As long as they don't make any strange noises, you can act with confidence."

As if visiting a familiar friend's house, Mint quickly located a flowing water source using her mental map. She made no attempt to hide it and walked forward confidently.

He took out various jars from the large backpack behind the squid, mixed them together, and shook them violently. The potion became cloudy, and the bottle walls became hot.

The four progenitors, who were keeping watch, then asked, "How long do the sugar pills we took before setting off last?"

The sugar pills were an antidote that Mint had prepared in advance for everyone.

"It will take about five hours, or at most five hours." Mint glanced at everyone. "Get ready, I'll get started."

As Jiang Heyi nodded, the potion, the size of an oxygen tank, poured into the stream.

The mosquito coil-like cakes began to smolder and were set up near the water source.

Every water source along the way fell victim to their wickedness.

The jailer scratched his head: "What's wrong with me...?"

"What do you feel?" Orange Tea asked.

"It feels like we're exterminating cockroaches..." the jailer asked in a low voice, "Will there be thick smoke when the potion takes effect?"

“Hmm, how did you know?” Mint turned around. “It’s pale blue at first, then it slowly turns white, and finally it becomes colorless.”

As they approached the mansion, the boundary between the virtual and real worlds ceased to be arrogantly displayed, and for the first time, they began to respect the instance, crouching low and moving forward swiftly.

The big black rat was very adaptable to the rhythm. She merrily moved around, showing everyone the route of the puppet patrol, constantly correcting their direction, and leading them into the mansion one by one through the second-floor balcony with its open window.

Mint lit a row of potions on the balcony and entered the room, only to find everyone already groping around.

This appears to be the office of Narum's steward, Joseph. A large mahogany desk is piled high with books, and unorganized letters are covered by a popular novel called "Tales of the Snow Mountains."

This is a fantasy novel based on the Snow Mountain of the Screamers, and the part where Joseph makes bookmarks is quite interesting.

The villains, who wantonly harmed the spirit of the snow mountain, saw a strange snowfall descending from the sky.

Fries caught a glimpse of a special letter; it came from Narum, the capital of Anna.

"The snow mountain is big enough to bury many people. Whether they are adventurers or snow tree spirits, we should clean them up thoroughly and not let anyone have any clues pointing to us."

"Do not transport the secretly collected anti-magic crystals back; leave the rest there for now."

"His Majesty is increasingly dissatisfied with the old men who are blocking his consolidation of power, but he still wants to maintain the balance of factions. If we understand this, we can still play both sides."

Connecting everything that happened on the snowy mountain, Jiang Heyi gradually pieced together the cause and effect of this plot.

"This is……"

Mint found a letter that Joseph had written to Narum but never sent.

"The massacre went very smoothly. Three members of the Snow Tree Spirit tribe were wiped out, and one member of the Snow Fox tribe was wiped out."

"The clearing of scattered tribes went smoothly, all under the pretext of attacking trade routes."

Mint gritted her teeth: "Damn bastards! This is clearly a trick they and the royal family orchestrated themselves, a cover-up that will cause innocent snow mountain creatures to bleed like rivers!"

"Shameless! Despicable!"

As she spoke, she casually tossed a large plate of pancake-shaped potions out the window.

"You all die!"

A highly toxic fog suddenly burst forth.

The sluggish magic array alarm mechanism finally realized that an uninvited guest had appeared in the mansion.

I feel a little better, but not completely. Anyway, let's eat something first, everyone.

Chapter 144 The Power of the Glutton

A hazy blue mist rises above the water, spreading with the wind, and combines with the mosquito coil-like magic potions on land.

The reaction was unusually violent; within a few breaths, most of the mansion was shrouded in a blue mist.

The puppet guards of Narum were the first to notice the anomaly. They issued warning messages, but the activity of their flesh and blood bodies decreased, and they could hardly function even with the power of the magic center.

The same toxin has zero effect on the old-fashioned doll.

Not being made of flesh and blood, but merely operating according to the fixed mechanism of the central array, they stood there blankly, looking at their fallen companions with incomprehension.

Outside the mansion, rows and rows of movable units collapsed.

Inside the mansion, because the potion had not yet fully evaporated, a flurry of footsteps began to echo.

The study door was flung open with a bang.

The sealed toxins gushed out, instantly flooding the corridor.

The three at the front reacted quickly, casting a barrier-like spell to temporarily shield themselves from the poison's effects. Those behind them were the ones who suffered, falling like wheat being harvested, blood seeping from their mouths and noses.

Joseph's voice was icy: "To set your sights on the Narum family's lands, you are far too arrogant."

The four proto-pro ...

Joseph's eyes trembled slightly.

"You are... the Emerald Adventurers? I received news that you have perished in the Screamer Snow Mountain."

Jiang Heyi clapped: "The Narum family has done a good job. They searched for adventurers with great fanfare, sent them into the snow mountain to find goods and attackers that were impossible to find, and then killed the adventurers who were close to the truth, and blamed the original inhabitants of the snow mountain."

"As long as you blame the local natives for the mistake, you can also use the excuse of accusing the local lords of colluding with the nouveau riche and being decadent and neglecting their duties."

"You betrayed the meritorious nobles, acted as a dog for the royal family, and sold information."

"You are not absolutely loyal to the royal family either. You are playing the fence, hedging your bets and trying to win from both sides."

"Win, win, win, you're a big winner no matter which way you're chosen. Even with this batch of anti-magic crystals that you smuggled with other nobles, you kept some scraps for yourself before distributing them to the royal family."

"With your family's business empire reaching such heights, it's no wonder you can live a life of debauchery and be incredibly wealthy."

Joseph's expression was solemn.

"You've certainly made quite a few deductions."

"Actually, we didn't intend to know about your dirty tricks. As long as you pay the Star Sand, we'll just leave," Jiang Heyi sneered. "But since you're even trying to embezzle the reward, we'll have to come and collect it ourselves."

In any era and in any place, taking money from a group of people who live on the edge is an extremely risky act.

If you dare to do this job, you won't be afraid to risk your life, let alone offer a bounty that's just a grain of sand.

Both sides knew there was no possibility of peace talks, and the brief conversation could not conceal the intense murderous intent.

The two men beside Joseph, one tall and one fat, were the first to move.

Miniature wings burst from the fat man's waist and spine, and he poured a vial of blood into his mouth. A dangerous crimson mist swirled around him.

They were vampires.

The tall woman was covered in scales, which shimmered under the illumination of the light sphere.

Her skin was covered in pale blue, flaky scales, revealing her true race.

"Siren!" Mint warned everyone before teleporting away, "Beware of Word of Power!"

"The Teleportation Jade, who exactly are you people?"

Joseph was a connoisseur and immediately recognized the tool that Mint was using.

The siren reached out and blocked Josel behind her, then took two steps forward.

With her alluring figure, she stood with her hands on her hips, looking down at everyone at the boundary between reality and illusion with her unparalleled height.

"Who among you concocted this level of potion?"

"Silently rendering everyone in the mansion incapacitated, an unheard-of formula combination—aren't you going to introduce yourself before the chaotic battle begins?"

"Once an eighth-tier mage makes a move, there's no room for maneuver. Potions masters who want to prove their worth shouldn't throw their lives away."

Eighth level?

Jiang Heyi laughed: "You're also at the eighth rank?"

Seeing the boundary between reality and illusion, Josel arrogantly said, "It is your foolishness to think that there are no high-level mages in charge just because Master Narum is not here."

Jiang Heyi scoffed: "Tch, it's not like we haven't killed eighth-tier beings before."

Zhong Zemo and the Four Primal Bodies were already engaged in battle with the chubby vampire in the spacious study. The opponent was an individual whose physical attributes and physical attacks had been enhanced, and he was attacking wildly with agility and explosive power that did not match his physique.

The sound of shields clashing against flesh as hard as metal was incessant.

With the help of Orange Tea and Jailer Bro, the four not only achieved a stalemate with the vampires, but also gained some advantages.

The siren showed no intention of coming to her aid, instead calmly keeping a close eye on her prey.

"Are you sure you want to take action for someone like Narum?"

The siren covered her mouth and laughed seductively: "He gave me far too much. Compared to the dull and boring sea, the colorful and vibrant life on land suits me much better."

“Little brother, I’m not quite the same as that fat guy over there. The eighth rank of an ordinary race is not comparable to that of a sea monster.”

"Are you ready? If you are... [Curse of Extreme Cold]."

A bone-chilling cold exploded above Jiang Heyi's head, frost and snow bloomed, and a deafening roar resounded.

A flood of magic swept across the area, causing the wooden floor to crumble inch by inch, cracks to appear in the walls, and a series of mournful cries to be heard.

In an instant, a frigid chill, strong enough to freeze living beings into sculptures, enveloped everyone present.

There was no casting action, no mana manipulation.

She simply uttered the name of the magic, and everything happened naturally.

The Siren's racial talent: [Word Power].

The magic of communication lies in language; what the heart desires is magic itself.

Thanks to this talent, the Siren race is on par with the dragons.

With the elemental shields of the four primal beings, the zombie meat shield of the jailer, the blessing of Orange Tea, and Jiang Heyi's own enhanced magic shield working together, he was able to avoid being instantly turned into an ice sculpture by the extreme cold.

"Ksha, have you forgotten I'm here?!" the fat vampire roared angrily.

The siren named Kesha sneered contemptuously, "What use are you if you can be countered continuously by a human martial artist who is far inferior to you and lose your balance?"

The vampire, whose fists were clenched by Zhong Zemo's shield and who had used both hands to snatch the small round shield, wanted to refute but couldn't utter a word.

The siren Ksha is very strong, and the vampire fat man is barely passable, but neither of them are people like Landon, a mediocre eighth-tier fighter, who can easily outmaneuver him.

As expected, Langdon is no good; he has seriously lowered the prestige of an eighth-tier mage!

"Still unwilling to reveal who the powerful potion master is?" Ksha's eyes gradually turned cold; she was losing patience. "With the next strike, this place will be transformed into an icy prison, and even those potions you're so proud of won't be able to save you."

She was eager to try using the French fries to precisely lock in the blood.

When she saw the hand gesture Jiang Heyi made behind his back, she was taken aback, and then the corners of her mouth turned up.

"I'm……"

The moment Kesha's attention was drawn, Jiang Heyi took out the dried sea bass, shredded rabbit meat, and dried venison and ate them all in one go.

"[Raging Waves]"

A water column appeared out of thin air and struck Jiang Heyi in the chest. Like a kite with a broken string, he was smashed into a wall in the distance, leaving a human-shaped outline.

Ksha scoffed, "A laughable little trick. Trying to distract yourself? You think you can escape by taking a life-saving potion?"

"【Raging Waves】!" She made a slapping gesture downwards, and water elements, condensed out of thin air, pressed down forcefully like a giant hand.