"In the following plots, there will be no such situation as infinite flow, let alone cultivation of immortality or anything like that. It is still the end of the world, but when it is time to reveal the mystery, Ye Zhongming ascends to the sky, which also officially represents the book Roulette.
Entering the final stage~~》
Ye Zhongming rolled over after entering, not because there was danger inside, but because a life next to him shook his fist at him.
It was a guy who looked like a half-orc, with a stout body similar to that of a human, but with a short and thick tail, and a ferocious head, almost like a monster.
The deepest impression he had on Ye Zhongming before was that he had a mouth full of fangs, and he would let out heavy gasps when breathing. But a pair of hands with six fingers on each hand were neatly manicured, as white as jade, and had a sallow texture on his body.
Obvious difference.
Ye Zhongming didn't know why this guy attacked him, but he was on guard after coming in. He noticed the life as soon as he made a move, rolled to avoid the attack, and then swayed his body and entered behind a huge green plant.
It moved and then disappeared.
This space is a place very similar to a tropical rain forest. Vegetation of various colors can be seen everywhere. Whether it is underground weeds and moss, or eye-catching towering trees and weird plants, they all add a breath of life to the place and the entire city.
Or the underground palace is completely different.
The temperature was at least 40 degrees and the humidity was 90%. Ye Zhongming was running through the jungle while exploring the surroundings in his mind.
No equipment, no war beasts, no puppets, everything has been lost. The only thing I can rely on is my own body.
What Ye Zhongming wants to do most now is to see if his career and some skills have been lost, or in other words, this is the primary reason why he has left the group. As for why that life attacked him, he is not particularly interested.
In Wang's opinion, after he clarifies his doubts, he can find an opportunity to kill him.
Whether he improvises on his own or is entrusted by others, he can solve the problem by killing him.
He found a banana-like plant to block his body. After quietly observing the surroundings for a minute and finding no danger, Ye Zhongming slowly placed his hand on a small plant on the ground.
There was a patch of swordthorn grass there, and Ye Zhongming knew it because he had seen it in the Blue Secret Realm.
This plant poses no threat to evolvers, but when it matures, the middle stem becomes extremely sharp and sharp. After pulling it out, it wraps the bottom with other leaves of the same plant, and it becomes a short two-sided blade.
sword.
At least level three beings cannot withstand a blow from Sword Thorn Grass.
Even if everything is lost, it is good to have a weapon like this in hand.
Ye Zhongming activated his profession as a gardener, and a burst of energy was injected from his body into the young swordthorn grass.
I am very happy because professional skills can be used!
At the same time, Ye Zhongming's greatest reliance, mental strength, still exists.
There is nothing more reassuring than this in an unfamiliar environment.
Just when the swordthorn grass matured at a speed visible to the naked eye, in another space, several people were standing in front of the light curtain on the entire wall, watching Ye Zhongming.
"Get rid of this trash? He doesn't belong here."
A person said something coldly. He was wearing a mask and a robe like the person who led him. The difference was that the mask on his face was made of silver and the robe on his body was also silver.
"reason?"
Another man with the same silver mask and silver robe asked.
"His ticket is not his. Isn't that enough?"
Faced with such an answer, the second person said without showing any signs of weakness: "Then how did he get his admission ticket? He got it by killing your agent. He relies on his strength. What's wrong with that? Although he is the same person.
Garbage is also garbage that is stronger than the garbage you choose."
"Aiyaholi, do you want to die?"
The first person was so angry that he was exuding a cold air, and seemed to be ready to take action if he disagreed.
"It's you who is showing favoritism. If you do something wrong, you have to admit it. If your vision is not good enough, just change it next time. Although our Star Eyes have no rules that do not allow you to kill trash at will. It is normal for you to kill people to vent your anger when you are domineering and do not go your way.
But before taking action so casually, please think about the current situation, think about our disadvantages, and think about whether these garbage are really garbage? Perhaps, they are the guarantee of the future."
The second masked man snorted coldly after speaking, saluted the man standing in front, and then said as he walked: "Our Star Eye Clan is not very popular among all the races in the universe. For many years in the universe, we have only
Being able to wander in the darkness, even if we unite to fight against the slaves, we are still dispensable. Even the headquarters can only be built underground. It is said to be in line with our style, but what is our style? Killer
Do you and assassins have to live underground?"
"The resources of the universe are being continuously absorbed by the slave race. If not stopped, all races will be destroyed. But I can guarantee that if we, Star Eyes, do not make changes, we will be the first to be eliminated!"
"Haha, at present, these problems are not thinking about how to solve them. Instead, they are thinking about their own interests and even the most worthless face. What can be changed?!"
The sound of the door closing sounded, taking away this stream of dissatisfaction.
The first person was choked and had nothing to say, and was sulking there.
"What Ayaholi said is actually quite right. The strength of our Star Eyes is already inferior among all races in the universe. In addition, the discrimination against us formed over so many years in the universe has resulted in today's difficult situation. This batch of garbage
, maybe it can help us make some changes.”
The person who spoke was the leader. He was wearing a golden mask and a golden robe. It was obvious that he had the highest status.
"Every 'Battle of Hope' after getting rid of the garbage status and becoming a novice is an important basis for resource allocation. Every time, we are supporting roles, no, secondary characters. This time, Master Xing and Master Eye do not want this.
"
"Pay close attention to this new garbage from the earth. If it has potential, focus on cultivating it."
"what do you mean……"
If the new trash survives the first experience, he will become a novice. If we focus on training, should we make the tests he encounters less difficult?
"The quota for this trial is four people, right? Change it to three. Whoever survives will share more rewards."
"Yes, Commander Cheng Liuji."
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Pulling out the middle stem of grass, Ye Zhongming did not simply make it into a dagger. Instead, he closed his eyes slightly. In an instant, two elves appeared on his shoulders.
They also came here with the sound of leaf bells!
"Pull some fertile soil for daddy!"
The fertile life soil accumulated before was all in the space, but now it is naturally gone. We can only hope that the earth elves will 'produce' it again.
The little guy was very obedient and pulled as he was told, and soon there was freshly baked black fertile soil.
Ye Zhongming used the fertile soil on the swordthorn grass next to him to let it mature as quickly as possible. After harvesting the middle stem, Ye Zhongming activated his top craftsman ability.