Mengfu stopped suddenly when she entered the hall. She clenched the gold-plated scepter tightly and her pale little hands showed the anger in her heart. She stared at the edge of the round table, two of the four people sitting there - the two were wearing
The well-tailored woolen coat is purple and blue, and looks like a military uniform; there is also a badge pinned to the collar, both of which are the emblems of a hand reaching out to the sky in despair - a soldier with desperate hands! The girl's face
Showing an expression of shock and shame.
The knight rushed to protect the lady and drew his sword at the lady without any scruples. The handsome elf priest on the side stopped him, but he also turned coldly and pointed at the two people and asked: "Excuse me, what does this mean?
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The two soldiers of the Hand of Despair stood up in response, smiling politely as usual. But they themselves were a little arrogant, so the two young men raised their chins provocatively at Dream; but they
He did not forget to be vigilant, his right hand was always pressed on the leather-wrapped hilt of the sword, and more than one-third of the sharp sword edge was drawn out.
Faced with this situation, Meng took a deep breath, and the rise and fall of his chest calmed down a little.
"I feel sad," she asked as calmly as possible, overcoming her inner tension: "Has the Confederacy fallen into the arms of darkness?"
"Hypocrisy." A young man in the Hands of Despair spat softly.
"Ignorance." Serende responded calmly.
"Okay, please stop now, my distinguished guests." At this time, the leader of the Confederate Alliance finally stood up and made peace. He was a middle-aged man. He wore a well-tailored aristocratic dress. This style of dress is in
It is rare to see it in reality, but wearing it on him at this moment gives people a feeling of complementing each other. He has a friendly and kind face, but his eyes are calm and calm at all: "Please listen to me first.
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This man began to feel a headache at this moment. The confrontation between the north and the south was essentially a collision of ideas. Players who entered Aulas at the end of the Beginning Calendar generally believed that the older generation of players were arrogant, pedantic and even hypocritical, but the latter had already become
They constitute the upper echelon of the entire player society in Canaan - and a set of effective rules has been established at this moment. As for the latecomers, there are only two choices left - accept it or be rejected by the whole.
But as Canaan gradually became more and more popular among people, new players began to increase gradually. When the number reached a certain proportion, the quantitative change led to a qualitative change for the first time. The beginning of the Year of Shadows thus arrived, and the third way was now ready.
In front of these people: break the original order and rebuild an Oras belonging to them on the ruins.
Not only that, when these people discovered that they had far more power than originally imagined, new thinking sprouted, and they asked their mothers for further rights. Now, the emerging players must now challenge the old game rules.
Challenge. They no longer need NPCs to teach themselves how to integrate into this world. Human beings exist to transform the world and make it suitable for humans. The game company promised that players can create history and change the world in Canaan. So now, they
Mother will be asked to fulfill this promise.
Canaan is a very free system. Players and NPCs have the same highest authority as allowed by the world's laws (note). Therefore, when the mother found that she had also entered the scope of this task, she just did
A simple logical deduction immediately eliminated the last intervention in the game in Canaan - the manager.
Because of this, the first world plot mission has arrived.
And now. Emerging players have chosen a helper, that is the devil. This is not a coincidence. Over the past thousands of years, there have not been only one or two wars between the forces of the abyss and the mortals of Oras. However, in any case, now the two sides are fighting again
Back to the starting line.
This middle-aged man, the leader of the Southern Alliance, found that he had made a preconceived mistake. He did not expect that the conflict between the north and the south had reached an irreconcilable point - not only NPCs, but also players. Arrange a meeting between the two parties.
It was another mistake, so he immediately gave up the idea of profiting from the dealings between the two parties. After thinking for a moment, he narrowed his eyes, and his face immediately showed a hint of businessman's unique shrewdness. Looking at the price, he was a businessman in itself.
's true nature.
"Please listen to me first... Miss Meng, please sit down!" He controlled his tone and said like a host and peacemaker: "Okay. At least our first identity is the player first. But also
Keep a little bit of education outside of games. As for war, please keep it outside the diplomatic arena. But here, I can't be as hysterical as a barbarian."
"I don't remember when we arranged a negotiation with these hypocritical guys?" a young man with desperate hands said sarcastically.
"I have nothing to say." Serende replied tit for tat.
"It's an honor." Meng nodded to the master to express his gratitude, and sat down gracefully, but there was an obvious thorn in his words. Taking the lead with the girl, Kuian, Serent and the two desperate men followed.
The young people sat down separately, but the atmosphere in the hall was very depressing at the moment, and no one was willing to be the first to start a conversation.
In this way, in order to make up for their previous mistakes, the leaders of the Southern Alliance had to stand up shamelessly.
"I understand both sides," he said straight to the point. "Well, it's a shameful waste of time - simply put, what do we gain?"
"I agree with your point of view," a young man from Desperate Hands interjected rudely: "It is also in our interests. You can definitely see that your ideas may coincide with ours."
The middle-aged man glanced at the young man with disdain, but did not show it on his face. Childishness and self-righteousness are a major characteristic of these emerging players, and they are full of primitive desire for destruction and do not understand the importance of order at all.
In fact, the middle-aged man can be regarded as an older generation of players, so he has completely the same views on these guys; but this is not important. In his view, all power can be borrowed in the face of interests.
He glanced at Meng, hoping that the other party would give him a satisfactory answer.
"A title," Meng replied softly: "It is a noble title that can seal the territory, and the ownership of all minerals in the territory. It will be tax-free for Dragon City within three years."
The young man who interrupted twitched his mouth, but the Confederate leader didn't even make the most basic facial movements on his face.
"The number of a column is less than 2,000 people." Meng continued.
The middle-aged man raised his eyebrows, as if he was thinking about something.
"Leaf of Darkness, Bloody Slayer, Hand of Shadow and Confederate Alliance. From now on, they have the same status and each enjoys legal scope of activities." The girl restrained her nervousness and pretended to be relaxed and said: "Do you understand what I mean?"
The president of the Confederacy's brows suddenly widened. No one knows the trade-offs of interests better than businessmen. What does this condition mean? It means that from now on, the Confederacy will be a force recognized by the system, just like the Hand of Shadow, Magic
Associations, adventurer unions generally - they will be able to set up union distribution in subordinate cities within Dragon City's sphere of influence, distribute tasks, purchase materials and even recruit new members. Middle-aged people deeply understand that a player union is often just a role in the game.
A fleeting moment, one is powerful today and may be forgotten by people tomorrow; but a force recognized by the system is different, just like the Magic Association, although it is not safe and sound, it is at least much more stable than it is now.
This was the condition he was waiting for, but he did not rush to speak, but glanced at the two young men with desperate hands.
"The Lex family has become a thing of the past, and the Shield of Truth will have a new set of rules." Different from the impetuousness of his companions, another young man said in a calm tone: "These rules should be formulated by the Southern Alliance."
Meng frowned. The hand of despair can completely break the existing rules and redistribute interests, which is what the force she represents lacks; although she also firmly believes in light and justice, these things are very important to the leaders of the Southern Alliance.
It didn't make any sense. She could only hope that the middle-aged man in front of her who could represent the Confederacy would have a longer-term perspective - because the proposal made by desperate hands was not as good as it seemed, and the risks far outweighed the investment.
I hope this person will not be blinded by greed! This is all she can pray for.
But ideals are often shattered by reality.
"The Bloody Slayer, the Leaf of Darkness, they should no longer exist." The young man said calmly and confidently.
Meng's face suddenly turned pale, and he hit his weak point with one blow; the Southern Alliance would hardly and could not refuse this proposal. The Bloody Slayer, the Dark Leaf, and the Southern Alliance, these three player forces represented too much hatred and hatred.
Conflict, the contradiction between them is so prominent that hot-headed players will risk everything for it.
Even if the president of the Southern Alliance is sober enough, he may not be able to restrain his members... not to mention that he also represents the interests of a small group, because any player union will have a senate-like existence.
Immediately, these words calmed down the newly relaxed expression on the middle-aged man's face——
At the same time, at the door of the hall leading to the corridor outside, the two NPC guards guarding here suddenly fell down silently; then, a strange dark red magic suddenly appeared on the ebony door.
Symbol - this symbol is fleeting and disappears again in an instant.
Street of Martyrs——
The mage put one hand on the sleeve of the black velvet robe, curled his pale knuckles, and slapped the folds of the robe in boredom, making hollow clicking sounds; the little girl leaned on his shoulder, which was very unsightly.
He yawned and then blushed all of a sudden.
Yun Na simply started reading with a thick big book, and a skeleton next to her held her ivory cane in both hands. Shui Yun leaned against the goblin, and both of them were drowsy...As for Ke'er complaining
Many times, the bruised orc has only listened carefully. There is only wrought iron. Although our respectable dwarf has been blasted like a piece of charcoal by the spell, he is still spitting vigorously at this moment; as for wrought iron,
His opponent was a tall, middle-aged red-robed mage. The two of them had been bargaining for more than an hour under the scorching sun with an admirable perseverance, and it seemed that they had just begun.
It was midsummer. The sunlight after noon poured down like boiling water, the ground was baked hard, and the entire Shield of Truth became like a steamer, with steam rising everywhere that distorted the vision.
The dwarf questioned the price for the third time and once again proposed to extend the lease. He began to feel that his throat was a little sore; he stretched out his short, fat hand and tugged hard on the copper ring on his beard, making up his mind.
End this war within fourteen rounds of counteroffers.
"Damn it, don't say any more!" the red-robed female mage screamed at the dwarf and her father.
But her father ignored this protest and stared at the dwarf. He even thought that this should not be a dwarf, but a stone, the smelliest and hardest kind!
At this moment, Xiao Fen suddenly woke up from his bored state. A white light flashed in his hand, and there was a carrier pigeon. "It's Teyi's," he explained to his team members, and then he unfolded the note:
"Ha, the agreement is completed, I can return a favor to you! And believe me. It's far more than the agreement, because if you leave now, you will see some interesting things! One final reminder, I put the teleported coordinates in a place for you
It's the most convenient place, but be careful not to cause too much noise when passing by... I think you will be satisfied."
There is another sentence below.
"The Bloody Slayer has issued the highest-level summons order. I think you know why... Oh, I won't go into details, I have to rush back right away!"
"——Great Thief, enter Teyi."
The mage smiled. A wisp of flame shot up along his finger, instantly turning the note into ashes.
"Well everyone," he did not disturb the dwarf's enjoyment, but said to the others: "You continue, I will go to do a trivial matter. As agreed, we will meet at the hotel where Xue is in the evening - of course, Ke'er and
Little girl, be careful not to get into trouble!"
"what!"
"Damn Brother Palin!" The last sentence was met with two squeaks.
But Xiao Fen probably didn't hear it anymore, because his figure had turned into thousands of white lights, and gradually disappeared in the air.
Tidenglas, who was nearby, noticed this scene and quickly left the dwarf who was bargaining with him and deliberately asked loudly: "What did the interesting little guy do?"
"Oh my God!" The dwarf jumped up immediately, "Damn it, don't try to change the subject. You clearly let go just now...! Omodin is on top. You are really a despicable red dragon!" What, I am despicable? You
How dare you insult me? Do you want to tarnish my name? Well, I will make you pay for these words!"
A roar came from the street, and then a pair of red wings that covered the sky... became even more depressing for a moment. The middle-aged man remained silent, but his forehead seemed to be suddenly covered with wrinkles. He glanced at the silver dimensional
Silan's envoy took another look at the two young men with desperate hands. Their eyes were calm, but the light in the depths was swallowed up by a deep black hole.
No one knows what he is thinking, and no one knows what the other person is thinking.
Meng's face was a little pale, her fingers just grabbed her staff under the table, her palms were full of sweat - but she wanted to maintain restraint and calmness on her face, the girl secretly gritted her teeth and let go of all the tension.
Hidden deep in my heart.
"Huh," the second young man seemed to be content. He occasionally showed a proud smile and glanced at Meng, his eyes full of sarcasm.
At this time, the last person on the seven benches made a move. He took a gray carrier pigeon, then turned his head and quietly said something to the president of the Southern Alliance. The next moment, the wrinkles on the middle-aged man’s face appeared.
It seemed that everything relaxed all at once, but his face became a little pale.
He took a deep breath first.
"Mr. Raphael," he called out the name of the young man with desperate hands: "I think--"Can't be like this!" The girl finally couldn't help it. She pressed the table and stood up: "
Sir...they are the apostles of the devil!"
The young man was still staring at the dream, the sarcasm on his face getting stronger and stronger.
Kuian also shook his head slightly and sighed; although the dream was good enough, it was still a little bit worse. He knew that this position originally belonged to Quiet Snow - if that outstanding girl still belonged to Silver Weiss
Lan's words. He glanced at Meng and suddenly felt a little pity for her.
"I'm sorry, I... I'm rude." The young female bishop also realized her mistake for a moment, and sat back with a red face.
"Forgive me, you are a failed messenger," the young man with the hand of despair mocked mercilessly: "Of course, it might be better to use it as a vase! I say so, sir?"
The middle-aged man was disdainful, but he still smiled.
"I'm sorry, I'm afraid I don't think so."
At this moment, a voice suddenly echoed in the empty dome of the entire hall, a voice that was extremely unfamiliar to the seven people sitting there...
Note: World laws, the most fundamental and basic physical and magical rules of the Canaan world, as well as some game rules.