"Wang Yi was visibly agitated, urging Lin Moyu to retreat. "Hey, what are you doing?" "Come back, we can't afford to provoke the Dynasty Guild." "Come back, you'll die if you go there." But Lin, undeterred, proceeded with his singular resolve, his presence causing a stir among those who were protesting. With a skeleton in tow, whose bones clinked menacingly with each step, Lin approached the dungeon, confronting the frigid stares of the Dynasty Guild's mage and his entourage.
The mage, surrounded by a formidable team all above level 20, scoffed at Lin's demand to clear the path. Their derision was palpable, especially after revealing Lin's level to be merely 12 through a detection spell, labeling him a minor in their eyes. Yet, Lin, unfazed, issued a chilling ultimatum, "Move, or die." His seriousness hung in the air, thick with intent and undeniable resolve.
Despite the mage's mockery and the clear disparity in their strengths, Lin remained undeterred. When the guild members readied to attack him directly, aiming to exploit what they perceived as Lin's vulnerability, the situation escalated rapidly.
As arrows aimed at Lin flew through the air, he stood unmoved, his expression unchanged, a testament to his unwavering determination and strength. This display of calm in the face of imminent danger not only shocked the onlookers but also showcased Lin's unique capabilities as a necromancer, capable of commanding powerful undead forces with ease.
The confrontation at the dungeon's entrance was not just a clash of physical might but a collision of wills, with Lin standing firm against the oppressive force of the Dynasty Guild. His unyielding stance and the loyalty of his skeletal warrior painted a vivid picture of his strength and resolve, casting a shadow of doubt over the guild's unchallenged dominance.
In this moment, Lin Moyu was not just a lone figure challenging the status quo; he was a symbol of defiance against tyranny, his actions echoing far beyond the immediate conflict.