The Last Primal

*SLAP!*

Suddenly a loud slap rang throughout the square garnering the attention and claiming surprised yelps from the audience once again.

On the stage, Aiden was also caught off guard and looked surprised for a moment, looking in the direction of his slapped hand.

The sitting Draconic Skink with the crimson colored scales slapped away the offered helpful hand, rejecting the motion with such a crude and sudden reaction.

Tirax looked at the hooded figure with a dismaying frown plastered on his tired, perspiring face and snorted coldly.

"[Reptilian] I do not, and for that matter DID NOT need your help. It was not requested, nor would be it appreciated." He responded coldly then used his small recuperated strength to push himself up from the ground and with a wobbly uncertain stance stand up against the stranger.

Tirax snorted once more as he claimed.

"[Reptilian] Even more, you have just brought unimaginable trouble upon yourself. It would be best if you would not lump me in with you. I have enough troubles of my own."

Aiden's smile changed for the first as he furrowed his brows slightly. [Reptilian] What do you mean, friend?"

At the same time, a feminine voice came from the audience, though the source could not be found immediately, it was Vyndridolth speaking up.

"[Reptilian] What trouble could there be besides the injustice of this world? What could be better than to stand up against these vile thugs?"

In her mind, those wretched, corrupted creatures under his brother's influence are exactly like that carcass lying under the pile of rubble not too far away from them. They should be slain and put down, beyond any means of redemption.

In this regard, she stood firm and even didn't fully accept Aiden's notion of even reaching out to help these ones as well.

Hearing the questions, Tirax shook his head. "[Reptilian] There's no such thing as right or wrong in this world. At the end of the day no matter which side you stand on, you want the same thing: to survive."

Then he sighed he pointed at the rubble himself.

"[Reptilian] Now however, since you have killed an elite, neither the church nor the Temple Guards will let this matter rest."

He looked at the hooded stranger once more. A look of pity flashed across his gaze as he shook his head.

"[Reptilian] Stranger, I do not know how or why you have come to my aid… But since I owe you my life, I will give you this advice in return. Go, turn back. Run away as fast as you can. Do not loiter around or linger in the streets. The church has their means, as long as you remain in the territory, you cannot escape their omniscient scrutiny. You cannot hide."

He sighed once more as he added with a somber tone.

"[Reptilian] You will be found and hunted down in revenge."

[Reptilian] Thank you friend for your advice, but…" Aiden merely smiled at the friendly words of this crimson mutated skink warrior. Shaking his head slightly, he continued. "…but there is nothing to fear about. I am-"

Ta! Ta! Ta!

Suddenly, before he could finish words, the ground began to shake uncharacteristically as the sound of galloping rumbled like thunder from far away. It was headed in their direction at an extremely fast speed!

"[Reptilian] Oh noes! They are here!"

"[Reptilian] The Guards! The Elites have arrived!"

"[Reptilian] Ah!"

The crowd was in a mess as shrieks could be heard. Some of the onlookers who could not dodge in time were trampled into meat sludge without a corpse left.

"[Reptilian] Their leader seems to be Kurg's elder brother, Korgoth!"

[Reptilian] It's him! It's really him! Korgoth the bloodthirsty! He really came personally! So fast!"

Not far away, a dust cloud billowed with the piercing stench of blood. A muscular Draconic Skink man, with similar height as his supposed deceased younger brother with black feathery hair that draped over his shoulders, led the pack with a fierce and violent gaze.

Beneath the man was a massive and ferocious Carnosaur. It had sharp claws and its body was covered in luxuriant scales that had a flaming pattern. Shimmering in the darkness, its eyes shone with a cold gleam.

It was an exotic mutated subspecies of the Carnosaurs, a Flame-Billowing Carnosaur!

"[Reptilian] What happened? How could they arrive so swiftly?"

"[Reptilian] They must have been nearby and have probably heard the commotion. Judging from the look on their faces, they seem to be aware of the gruesome result!"

"[Reptilian] That stranger who intervened and killed Kurg was way too arrogant! He is now in deep trouble!"

"[Reptilian]  Trouble? Heh… He is dead for sure!"

There were some bystanders pointing at the arena.

A commotion of this size instantly attracted the attention of many onlookers. Even though it was a busy afternoon, the number of bystanders gathered gradually increased.

In a two-story building not far away, a handsome young skink man in a white silk robe sat by the window. Behind him was an elderly man, standing with his hands down.

The handsome young man held a golden feathered folding fan and his features were like a painting. With smooth and delicate skin, he had an indescribable bearing of elegance.

At that moment, seeing that it was already late, the white-robed man had just stood up and was about to leave when he caught sight of what was happening. Out of curiosity, he could not help but ask, "Uncle, what's happening over there?"

The elderly man behind the white-robed man replied, "I believe, the Guards have come to respond to the death of one of their own, Young Master."

"Oh?" The white robed man turned to look at the rubble in the far distance. "That brute had truly died then? From one single punch?"

Before the old man behind him could even nod, much less respond the white robed man scoffed coldly. "Good! Finally! It was about time that someone would come to step up to this arrogant bastards!"

Even though his tone was cold, the white-robed man's voice was exceptionally soothing.

"Young master, let's go. There's nothing for us to see here. Unfortunately that hooded figure is bound to be dead now that the elder brother, Korgoth, has arrived. That figure is truly unlucky!" The elderly man bowed.

"It's alright." Waving it off, the white-robed man said, "Let's take a look first."

With that, he opened his folding fan and sat down once more. Turning slightly, he revealed his slender and fair neck as his bright gaze was fixed on a delicate face in the distant square. A slight smile emerged from beneath the cover of his exquisite cooling aid…

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