"You passed the second level test of the ancient contract: Decaying Order, and you contributed one point to your camp."
"The total score of your current camp is: 7."
"You have entered the final test: weighing on the scales."
As the reminder information refreshed on his retina, Yi Qiu emerged from the ruined temple.
The new scene that appeared in front of him was a passage that was quite spacious for his size, and on both sides of the passage were invisible darkness and chaos.
The entire passage is covered with some kind of black and white pattern. Players who are proficient in ancient carving art may be able to get some inspiration from this pattern.
To Yi Qiu, it was just some strange-looking modifications.
The entire passage was filled with a certain icy coldness, like solid ice.
Yi Qiu looked around and saw the end of the passage:
There was another platform corresponding to the area where he was standing now, but it was empty.
A spacious suspended passage connects the two, and in the middle, there is some kind of huge spike as sharp as a blade standing majestically.
Based on the prompt information on his retina and Yi Qiu's observations, he roughly understood that he was standing on some kind of huge scale-like building.
However, when Yi Qiu's eyes penetrated the platform where he was now, he did not see the building used to store the weights.
Perhaps, they are the weights?
Yi Qiu touched his bald head. Not far to his right, two players were sitting there bored. It seemed that they had arrived here earlier than Yi Qiu.
"It's rare to see a master of cultivation like you. I once dealt with Master Zang Zang, the Fang of Chaos, in the Tiger Temple, and I still remember it fresh."
"I am Chica, the Windspeaker, a supplicant who is following the will of the great Her Majesty Anazela..."
After noticing Yi Qiu's gaze, the younger one of the two greeted Yi Qiu warmly.
His clothes are not very unique, and his face shape and temperament are not very eye-catching among many online players.
The only thing that leaves a deep impression may be his long, windless emerald green hair - it seems that he has some kind of air flow spell effect on it?
Of course, Yi Qiu's eyes did not stay on his surface, after coming into contact with more and more strange things.
Yi Qiu found that the appearance of the body could not explain anything about the things he was facing now.
Only the deep essence lurking under the flesh and skin and the light of life shining in the soul are what determine the true existence of a thing.
Yi Qiu squinted his eyes slightly, and he saw under the body of Chika, the wind whisperer...a baby dragon?
It was somewhat different from the dragon species that Yi Qiu had eaten. Its body looked slender and immature, and its eye sockets were more prominent and rounded than those of black dragons.
Elf dragon or purple dragon?
Yi Qiu didn't know very well, but he didn't bother to dwell too much on it.
So he nodded to Chica, the wind whisperer, and then said:
"Yi Qiu, as you said, a warrior monk."
"Yi Qiu? I've heard your name..."
The older player next to Windtalker Chica nodded to Yi Qiu, and his personal style was more prominent than Windtalker Chica:
He was carrying a heavy-looking heavy sword on his back, and a small portable shield hung on his left hand, with some short spears occasionally stuck on it.
He wore an equipment similar to a leather windbreaker, and his shiny belt was covered with throwing knives, darts and some kind of short-range soldiers of the opposite sex.
He holds a short sword in his right hand, which doesn't look very conspicuous.
Because there is a small crossbow device mounted on the protective gear of his right hand, and next to it there are more than a dozen crossbow arrows emitting a ghostly light inserted into the slot.
"Kunt, the weapons master from the country of Tallin, hopes to be lucky enough to fight an opponent like you after the battle."
The muscles on his face were very stiff and looked like they were dead.
He has a certain chilling temperament about him, which is carnage and blood, fighting and roaring, and an instinctive fanaticism and desire for battle.
To ordinary people, his tone is like cold rock, with an unpleasant, even provocative tone.
However, Yi Qiu could feel the kindness he released, and he also admired this relatively pure person.
Because there are some intersections with the path he chose: in order to achieve a certain pure purpose, he devoted all his spirit and will; burning all the light of life, just for the brilliant youth...
Language can be false and experience can be superficial, but that unique and pure will cannot be concealed or deceived.
"my pleasure."
Yi Qiu nodded, recognizing this pure warrior.
Although for mortals, this is a more terrifying existence than the executioner - he does not fight for the sake of killing, but is always accompanied by death and blood...
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Although the painting style of the three of them seems to be relatively weak, their communication is relatively smooth.
After chatting to death about whether girls like emerald green hair color, Windtalker Chica brought up a new topic:
"Do you think we can win, Kunt?"
Windspeaker Chica flipped up her long emerald green hair. Although she had a constant air flow spell, she occasionally needed to make manual corrections.
"Which aspect of victory are you referring to? Passing the test of this ancient contract, completing the rescue of that terrible plane, or killing that legendary void monster?"
Kunte looked at Chica, the wind whisperer, with a stiff face. The burning light in his eyes was as shuddering as a sharp sword.
Some people think that he is too sharp and will eventually be broken in the endless fighting.
He ignored it and proved his sharpness with his heavy record and head.
"If a sword is not sharp enough, what is the difference between it and a dull knife used to cut grass? I am a sword, and it is the same in life and death!" - Weapon Master - Omen of Anger - Kunt
"Do we need to distinguish so carefully..."
Windtalker Chica's face twitched. He felt that being the more "normal" existence among the three was indeed a bit stressful.
While he was thinking this, he waved his long emerald green hair:
"Okay, so what about saving this plane?"
"You want to be the savior?"
Kunte glanced at Chica, the wind whisperer, and his tone seemed a little subtle.
"Of course, that's a cool thing, what do you think, Yi?"
Windtalker Chica shrugged, his power kept him away from the noise and filth of the world.
This made him gain a lot and lose a lot, but no matter what, he would not change because of those tiny dusts.
He is the wind, which can be the breeze that stirs people's hearts, or the fury that destroys homes...