Angelet didn't want to say anything more about the highest etiquette in Finau's hometown, especially the highest etiquette for women. But it was completely unworthy to make enemies because of it.
After repeatedly telling Finau, who had just arrived, some precautions, Angelet decided to keep a little distance from this man, lest he develop any silent habits again.
At this time, in the middle of the hall, the middle-aged man with a beard also briefly told everyone about the situation.
"No matter which branch you are an elite from, no matter how glorious and powerful your background was. Here, in the middle! You are all just a small first-level wizard now." The bearded man looked at him.
Sweeping across the entire hall, everyone looked at him and lowered their heads in unison.
"Everyone must know the rules of our organization. So, let's choose an identity and sign a covenant first." He turned his backhand like magic, and a stack of black leather rolls suddenly appeared in his hand.
The paper roll was tied with red string, and it was constantly emitting black mist.
"Each of you should take a look at the obligations and rights in the covenant. If you don't want to sign it, you can go back to your own branch area. If there is a conflict in identity selection, you can resolve it yourself."
He stretched out his hand and threw it.
With a crash, a large number of black rolls of paper flew away, accurately and automatically flying in front of every wizard present.
Angelet watched a pile of black paper slowly float in front of him, stretched out his hand to hold down the paper that had just fallen on the table, and browsed it carefully.
It is all written in Median.
The obligations are roughly as follows: you must accept at least one organizational task every two years. You can complete the number of tasks for many years in advance. If you are a pharmacist or an enchanter, etc., when an organization member comes to seek a deal, the deal must be done at 20% of the transaction price.
When it comes to major tasks related to the survival of the organization, wizards have the obligation to maintain the stability of the organization.
The rights are: Find a legal public identity for each wizard. Release tasks at one level above your own level within the organization. The salary is at your own risk, and the number is one. Organization members have hierarchical rights to seek help.
The terms are very simple.
Angelet checked that there were no traps, and then directly signed his secret mark.
About ten minutes later, after everyone signed the agreement, the paper automatically flew back to the bearded man's hand and folded into a pile. He checked it briefly and put it away carefully.
"The next step is to select your identity. The organization has arranged for everyone to be distributed among ten organizations." He raised his hand. Dozens of black things immediately flew away from his hand and hung in the sky above the hall.
Angre raised his head and looked up. Floating in the sky were dozens of different things shrouded in black light. They were all items such as badges and tokens.
"Those are tokens of recommendation from different organizations." A wizard sitting next to Finau whispered.
"This is it!" Heine's voice suddenly sounded in Angele's ears. "I asked you to do something for me in exchange for advanced meditation methods. Do you remember?"
"Of course." Angelet glanced at the increasingly solemn atmosphere and replied silently in his heart.
All the wizards in the hall were staring at the thing in the sky. Everyone seemed to have their own predetermined goal. The purpose was clear.
"Join the Hand of Yuan Neng. This is the requirement of my exchange meditation method." Hein said calmly.
"Hand of Yuan Neng? Was it your former organization?"
"It's my friend's organization. I guess no one will take care of me after I die, and it will probably start to decline. But it is still much stronger than these small organizations on the border. I won't let you down." Hein replied immediately.
"Really? Why do I feel that you are so eager to hide it? What is the token of Yuan Neng's hand?"
"That little silver-white ball in the shape of a spherical ball is."
Angelet's eyes immediately looked at the pile of tokens in the sky.
One of the small balls near the edge is, as Hein said, white and silver in color. It is round and about the size of an orange. It has some patterns of flowers, birds, insects and fish carved on it with fine runic characters.
There is not just one such token, there are three.
Other organizations also have more than one token, more or less, more than three.
The middle-aged man with a beard in the hall looked at the sight of all the wizards with satisfaction, and everyone focused their attention on the token in the air.
"Then, I will leave here for twenty minutes. During this time, it will be up to you to decide who owns the token."
"Didn't most of them be assigned by ability in the past?" A wizard stood up and asked. He was wearing a green cloak, and his whole body was hidden under the cloak. No skin was exposed at all. But his voice was very pleasant, and he should be a woman. "No.
If distributed according to abilities and purely relying on force, wouldn’t members of special organizations such as enchanters suffer a lot?”
"This time I am the home team, and my decision is everything. There is no so-called fairness in this world, only strength determines everything. If you can kill me, then naturally you can choose the token." The bearded man narrowed his eyes and looked calm.
explain.
"You!" The witch was so angry that she wanted to say something, but was pulled back by her companion.
"By the way. For those who don't know about the tokens, let me give you a hint." Bearded man looked around the audience and said slowly: "The closer to the center, the stronger the organization represented by the tokens."
He turned around and strode out of the hall. The sound of his footsteps gradually became weaker and weaker until it disappeared.
"Do it!" Some wizard suddenly shouted.
Suddenly, several red shadows rushed towards the token group above the hall.
At the same time, on the other side, a short green arrow, a small black snake with transparent wings, and a blood-red arm that suddenly stretched out all crashed into the token group in mid-air.
boom!
There was chaos in the place.
A ball of green flame suddenly exploded between the token groups.
The huge fireball exploded, causing the entire hall to shake violently.
Angelet's eyes flashed with blue light.
Within the field of vision, the witchcraft attacks seen were all powerful above 60 degrees. Some even reached hundreds of degrees.
The tokens were blown up everywhere, but they were not damaged at all.
Angelet did not dare to neglect, the metal talent was tightly attached to the surface of the skin, and he hunched over and moved carefully in the corner, his eyes always paying attention to the token ball of the Hand of Yuaneng that was constantly being bombed in the sky.
Finau was just like him, leaning against the corner, protected by a red tassel-like force field, and moving slowly. His eyes were constantly aimed at the token in the air.
Bang!!
Angelet suddenly took two steps back.
A black figure was instantly smashed from the air and flew in front of him.
Amidst the crash, a series of brown tables and chairs were smashed to pieces.
The black figure coughed twice, got up, and grabbed a ball of black mist energy with one hand. He stepped on it and suddenly rushed into the air again.
boom!!
There was another muffled sound, and dense lines of red runes suddenly appeared on the walls around the hall, absorbing all the leaked collapsing energy.
A slight trace of cold sweat broke out on Angelet's forehead.
When the black figure just grabbed the black mist, the energy of the mist in his field of vision was actually as high as 98 degrees.
With this level of energy, just one blow can directly defeat all his defenses and kill him instantly!
"Danger! Hide to the left!" Hein suddenly warned.
Angelet hesitated for a moment, then immediately pounced to the left.
grumble!!
A harsh sound came from where he was standing just now.
A ball of transparent energy exploded there instantly, and the air twisted and screamed. After a few seconds, it turned into a vortex and slowly dissipated.
Angelet's face turned slightly pale, and the analysis of the chip in his eyes quickly calculated the power of the invisible energy.
"72 degrees... is really dangerous. If you get hit, you will definitely be injured, and it can also deceive the chip and the automatic defense force field, preventing them from automatically activating."
He looked along the remaining traces of transparent energy. That was right in the middle of the hall.
In the middle of the hall, the strengths and weaknesses of all wizards were now revealed.
The war group was divided into three.
A white-haired old man wearing a white swordsman's uniform with a cold expression was competing with a lady in a red dress for a diamond-shaped transparent token.
Countless fragments of force field energy collided and rubbed between the two of them. Both of them were fighting in close combat, and their fighting methods were extremely fierce. Every time they collided, a circle of white halo would bloom, like white discs. The power was both
On Baidu.
Another fighting group, the two black robes who had previously clashed with Furno, and another wizard dressed as a barbarian, besieged a handsome man dressed as a noble. The man had a calm face and held a white wooden magic weapon high above his head.
The top of the staff continuously releases various laser-like beams to attack the opponent. The frequency is extremely high, and some strange black bat-like creatures are released from time to time. It seems that he is suppressing the other three people alone. They are fighting for
It is a white and silver book-shaped token.
The last battle group is more than a dozen groups of transparent waves flying around and attacking five or six wizards. Each of these wizards is trying hard to hold on, but it seems that they cannot hold on for long. Angele was almost hit and injured just now, and this is it
It was the aftermath of the battle group's attack. As for the tokens being fought over, it was completely unclear where they were.
The rest of the wizards were either wounded and injured by the battles in these three places, or they were hiding in the dark, secretly preparing to snatch some inconspicuous peripheral tokens.
Angelet walked slowly along the wall. Every wizard in the three battle groups in the field was stronger than usual. Although he had the hallucination mark as a trump card, others also had their own hidden abilities that they had not released.
Angelet moved slowly while observing the fighting of others.
Soon, after some simple and fierce battles, only the three battle circles in the middle of the hall were still fighting. Huge energy shocks continued to sputter, and everything in the entire hall was easily destroyed by the aftermath.
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