When Hang Shiqi and Ao Shun arrived, Ao Jing was introducing the rules of the game to everyone: "This year's game is completely different from previous years. The content of this year's game is not directly formulated by us, but by you here."
"There are so many of us, who should be the judge? If you ask me to decide, I will be stronger than anyone else!" shouted a thick and stocky young man, and there was a circle of friendly laughter around him.
Hang Shiqi didn't understand what everyone was laughing at.
Ao Shun explained to Hang Shiqi in a low voice: "This guy is famous for his strange strength. He can lift hundreds of kilograms of ice by himself."
Ao Jing ignored the following gag and continued to explain the rules: "It is not fair for one person to make the rules, so the content of this game is customized in turn."
"The game adopts an arena system. After the challenger announces the content of the competition, everyone is free to sign up. They are not allowed to form a team and complete it independently. If the challenger completes first, the challenge is considered successful. If the challenger completes first, the challenger will be replaced.
All game types cannot be repeated. There is no limit to the number of challenges, but those who have successfully defended the challenge cannot participate again. Anyone who successfully defends the challenge once will be rewarded with one ice soul. Those who succeed three times will be rewarded with tonight's grand prize, one Youtan Ice Soul.
pieces."
"Ouch - You Tan Ice Soul!" The orcs roared excitedly and couldn't wait to urge: "Start now? Who will be the first to defend the ring?"
"It's natural for me to do such a good thing." Ao Jing smiled slyly and challenged everyone: "You have to work hard, don't let me take down Youtan Ice Soul in one go, you won't get anything!
"
"Oh, what a beautiful thought." "Impossible!" "It's not bedtime yet, so stop dreaming."
The game started with everyone laughing.
The first game Ao Jing decided was related to throwing. This was his specialty. A snowball hit the target and he easily won an ice soul.
In the second round, Ao Jing took out a lottery tube from behind, which contained a hundred marked bamboo sticks: "Luck is also a part of strength. In this round of lottery, whoever draws the red lottery will win. One person can only take
Just one."
Everyone laughed and realized that drawing lots was the way to choose the champion. The game just now was to liven up the atmosphere. They all came to the stage to draw lots.
Hang Shiqi and Ao Shun also participated, but they did not have the luck of the Chosen Son and only drew ordinary wooden lots.
A tall, thin orc young man won the red lottery.
It's a pity that he didn't figure out what his strengths were, and ended up casually talking about a game and losing.
Among the orcs, as long as you have some special skills, it is not difficult to successfully defend one round. But to defend for three consecutive rounds, you have to pick three different strengths. And you must ensure that you are number one, which is very difficult.
The arena is made of iron, and the defenders are guarded by running water. The game has gone round and round, but the ice soul of Youtan has still not been taken away.
Hang Shiqi's book focuses on the principle of participation. You play almost every round. You don't care about winning or losing. You just want to have fun.
Ao Shun won one round, but had a hard time defending. He was scratching his head and thinking, "What conditions are you asking for? It would be great if my brother was here. No one can win if the barbecue is better."
he."
When Hang Shiqi heard this, his ears perked up: "Then you can compare with whose brother's roasted meat is more delicious."
Ao Shun:!!!
Ao Shun asked Ao Jing as the referee: "Is this okay?"
Ao Jing nodded. Playing games is all about having fun. The purpose of setting up such rules is to let these orcs free their minds and not to follow the rules and make people stupid: "Okay, but similar conditions can only be used once. The next time
I can’t bring up my brother’s competition conditions in this round.”
"That's okay." Ao Shun thought, it's not a loss to earn an ice soul for nothing.
This condition does provide new ideas for the orcs behind, and the game conditions for defending the challenge become more and more varied.
The game went through a few more rounds, and the person guarding the ring was replaced by An Qing.
An Qing pursed her lips and smiled softly: "I can't compete with everyone here, so let's play a guessing game with everyone. I will make a riddle, and whoever guesses it will win. No one can guess it. Even if I win, is it possible?
"
"This An Qing is smart and will use her own advantages. An Qing is different from us. They were born in the Presbyterian School and have been studying in the school since they were young. Their stomachs are full of ink." Ao Shun whispered to Hang Shiqi: "Everyone here,
When it comes to knowledge, no one can beat him, let alone you, you don't even have common sense."
Ao Shun was right. Hang Shiqi looked at the field and found that there were very few applicants.
Hang Shiqi doesn't have any baggage. It doesn't matter whether he wins or loses. Playing is not fun: "It sounds like fun. What if I guess right? If you don't know, just tell nonsense. If you guess wrong, you won't get a chicken leg."
In the end, Hang Shiqi still participated in the event, wagging his tail and asked An Qing: "Say it quickly, say it quickly, guess what?"
An Qing smiled and said: "The answer to my riddle is something unique to Southern Xia. You may know it at Seventeen."
"Hey, you are such a good brother, are you trying to give me some trouble?" Hang Shiqi asked happily.
An Qing didn't say yes or no, she just blinked and said, "Then you should listen carefully."
"It has a sharp beak, a long tail, and a fluffy tail. It loves to dig holes with ingenuity, spins silk and weaves cocoons to produce new things, and its voice is like a baby's cry, and its eyes are like stars." After explaining the riddle, An Qing added: "The answer is a race of orcs. I learned about it a few days ago.
Those who read "Miscellaneous Records of Beastmen of Southern Xia" accidentally learned that it is a very interesting species of beast."
There are hundreds or thousands of species of orcs in the mainland. The largest species, such as the Southern Xia ligers and tigers, have a population of over 10,000, while the smaller ones have only a few hundred per clan. In addition, there are countless hybrid species. Unless they have been specially studied, there are very few.
There are people who can recognize all the species of animals in the world.
Sure enough, as soon as An Qing's question came out, everyone fell into confusion.
"It has a sharp beak and a long tail that likes to dig holes. It sounds like a rat-like orc, but what do the last two sentences mean?"
"As someone who spins silk and weaves cocoons to reproduce offspring, I have said that this is a characteristic of a small number of flying insect orcs. But it doesn't match up with the previous ones."
"The sound is like a baby's cry. It reminds me of the ligers. Their cubs cry like babies, but when they grow up, they don't sound like it. Moreover, their eyes are like copper bells, not like stars at all.
"
Hang Shiqi was still a little confused after hearing the riddle. After hearing the analysis, he gradually sketched a familiar image in his mind. He had not lived in Southern Xia for a long time, and his memory seemed to be disturbed by some kind of interference, so it was always blurry.
It's vague, so the types of orcs I know are extremely limited.
But what An Qing said made him feel extremely familiar. It should be a kind of orc that he could see every day in Southern Xia. He lived in the deep and dark underground palace like him, busy every day, and didn't know.
Doing something.
"I know! It's a cocoon rat!" Hang Shiqi's clear voice cut through the chaotic crowd: "The Southern Xia cocoon rat is like this. Their animal shape is similar to mice in appearance. They can dig holes and spin silk and weave cocoons. They are called
The sound is like a baby crying, and the eyes are about the same size as beans. It’s not wrong to say that the eyes are like stars. Isn’t it An Qing, it’s a cocoon rat!”
"It's the cocoon rat." An Qing's eyes flashed slightly, and she walked to Hang Shiqi's side, with some complicated emotions in her words: "You won this game."
Hang Shiqi didn't hear it at all. He was immersed in the excitement of winning and felt a little embarrassed because he felt that An Qing was letting him off the hook: "Your question was too easy. Cocoon rats are very common in Southern Xia. I've been there.
People from Southern Xia should be able to guess it."
"Really," An Qing said, seemingly unconcerned: "I have never left the northern border. I read in books that there is such a species of beast, and I find it very strange."
"I understand, I came to the northern border and I think everything here is strange!" Hang Shiqi waved his hand and said.
An Qing stared at Hang Shiqi for a while, and found that his expression was innocent and not pretending, so she couldn't help but feel confused. Did she really guess the wrong person and get the wrong meaning? Or was Hang Shiqi's rank too high and his acting skills too good?
?
But he is sure it is: cocoon rats are not common in Southern Xia.
Southern Xia is the territory of the liger royal family, and there are many feline orcs living there. They have a deep desire to hunt rat orcs. Although they cannot actually kill rat orcs, it does not prevent some nobles from taking pleasure in bullying rat slaves.
Over time, the rat orcs have developed the characteristic of being photophobic and burrowing. They live in caves all year round. Except for purchasing necessary supplies, they try not to interact with the outside world.
Therefore, Hang Qiqi said that cocoon rats are common, which is either a deliberate lie or a wrong common sense.
But now he didn't have time to ask more questions. It was Hang Shiqi's turn to take the position of guarding the ring.
"Have you thought about it? What do you want to compete in this round?" Ao Jing asked him.
"Well, it's better than chasing Miu Miu. It's the snow sculpture that Ao Wu raised. Whoever catches it first will win." Hang Shiqi didn't hesitate for too long. An idea almost popped into his head and he said casually.
came out.
"I'll come, I'll come, I'll do it!" The orcs signed up enthusiastically. To catch snow eagles, half depends on strength and half depends on luck. It's not difficult. It's worth trying.
"Okay, I'll capture Miu Miu in this round, but be careful not to injure the boss's pet." Ao Jing agreed with a smile, with a bit of connivance in her tone. The orc who was familiar with the boss
, there is almost no one who has not been pecked by Miu Miu. If you can't retaliate, just take the opportunity to tease him.
"Chirp?" Miu Miao, who was squatting on Hang Shiqi's shoulder to watch the excitement, was startled. With big eyes, she looked at Hang Shiqi, then at Ao Jing, then turned around and flew away angrily.
The orcs swarmed forward and in order to catch him, they all transformed into beast forms.
"Tweet! Tweet~" Boss, help! Miao Miao realized that she was serious and turned around and flew in the direction of Ao Wu.
"Just go ahead and capture me, little Meow Meow! You can't run away this time." Hang Shiqi chuckled, his long silver hair flying in the air, with him as the center, the fine snowflakes on the ground swirled and rolled back towards the sky,