Chapter four hundred and eighty third not wonderful first meeting
It was a pretty bad teleportation journey.
Wang Yuanheng felt like a ball of meat rolling around in his intestines, with the intestinal walls shaking constantly, squeezing, pulling and pushing him, making it impossible for him to stop.
Even if he is [Space-Time Mask], he can't help himself. On the contrary, because his perception of time and space is clearer, the sense of tearing and dizziness caused by it is even stronger.
Boom.
Finally rolling out of a brightly lit exit, Wang Yuanheng didn't have time to see anything clearly and lay on the ground retching.
The terrible dizziness caused by the transmitted energy in his head made him nauseous, but his relatively good physical attributes prevented him from vomiting it out.
Uncomfortable.
Think grass.
Wang Yuanheng wished he could dig a hole in the ground and use the physical pain to relieve his terrible mental feeling at the moment.
"Ah hahaha, new here. This teleportation is privately organized by our Warlord Alliance. The teleportation experience may not be very good. Please forgive me."
The voice of a greasy middle-aged uncle sounded at his feet, saying apologetic words, but Wang Yuanheng sounded like he was gloating about his misfortune and was happy to hear it.
"Wait, why is he a black iron? Noonan, are you mistaken?" A gruff female voice remembered, accompanied by the crisp sound of iron boots hitting the ground.
Just as Wang Yuanheng was about to raise his head to see who was speaking, he suddenly felt a strong sense of prying eyes, and his nerves immediately became tense.
He jumped forward and rolled suddenly, the mysterious power filled his body, and the Blue Water Dragon Sword began to emerge in his hand.
He somewhat regretted his carelessness. He should have grasped the Divine Power of Eternity in advance. Fortunately, he came here wearing armor.
However, when he turned around to see the situation clearly, he felt a little embarrassed.
This is a very large, um, room.
Let's call it that, because this is a closed space. Under his feet is a crystallized ground with complex inscriptions engraved on it. These inscriptions spread out in circles and have a very layered feel. Obviously, this is the pattern of the teleportation array.
The entire space is more than 40 meters high and covers an area of more than 10,000 square meters. However, the surrounding walls and the dome above seem to be made of wood, with many exquisite patterns and reliefs carved on them, as well as many weapon racks and bookshelves.
, but there are no windows, so Wang Yuanheng is not sure whether it is underground.
At this time, in the direction of the door, a female knight with a height of more than 2.5 meters, who was as strong as a bear, no, she was a bear at all, probably some kind of lycanthrope or orc, was holding a hammer.
At her feet was a short man who was almost taller than her knees and looked like a civet cat or a raccoon. He was holding a mace-like scepter and inserted it into a teleportation circle.
There was a young man sitting on the Grand Master's chair five meters away. He seemed to be a human being. He was swinging slowly and holding something like a magnifying glass in his hand.
These three "people" all gave Wang Yuanheng some indescribably subtle feelings. Of course, they all had one thing in common, that is, they all looked at Wang Yuanheng with a look that meant "Are you an idiot?"
At this time, the young man put away the "magnifying glass" in his hand and said.
"Damn it, Noonan is really right. This guy is really a senior secret warlord." He paused for a moment before continuing: "And to be precise, he is older than us. He is a level 10 secret warlord.
"
"Oh my god."
"Unbelievable."
"Amazing."
([Advanced Language Proficiency] Simultaneous translation effect, the author doesn’t know why this happens.)
The three people shouted in sync, and then looked at Wang Yuanheng in disbelief.
Wang Yuanheng looked at the three people with a dark look on his face, especially the young man.
You said that one is taller and the other is shorter, don't worry. Didn't you know this already? Why did you act surprised after you didn't realize it?
However, these three people are all very powerful, at least at the Silver level. Moreover, the mysterious power in them allows Wang Yuanheng to know that these guys are all mysterious professionals. To be precise, they should all be secret warlords.
In other words, the level of difficulty that Wang Yuanheng wants to challenge must be nightmare-level, so it’s hard for him to say anything.
Since most of the time you can't do it, then be sensible.
He put the Blue Water Dragon Sword into its scabbard and held it in his hand. However, Wang Yuanheng still made a precaution and did not put the weapon away directly.
At least having the sword in hand will increase his will attribute and he can immediately resist attacks, which always makes him feel more at ease.
"So, you three, can you tell me what is going on?" Wang Yuanheng asked as calmly as he could, forcing a smile.
"What else could it be? This is the Secret Warlord Alliance. Isn't it on the invitation letter you received? What a stupid question." Noonan, the short raccoon, said with a look of contempt.
The other two people nodded in agreement, as if Wang Yuanheng was really stupid.
"However, if you are still at the Black Iron level, then you are only at LV10 at most, but you are a level 10 secret warlord..."
Wang Yuanheng nodded simply.
"That's right, I took up the position of [Secret Warlord] directly from the first level."
"Oh, stupid way to match your career," Noonan exclaimed exaggeratedly, "Oh, I was wrong, you didn't have a match at all. In fact, it looked even stupider."
The raccoon's greasy middle-aged male voice echoed in the room, and the other two people also laughed exaggeratedly. The young man even lay down on the ground and rolled with laughter.
"Is it so funny? I don't feel any laughter at all." Wang Yuanheng yelled in his heart, even if it is really funny, can you explain it first.
The corners of his eyes were twitching, and the situation was very embarrassing. At this moment, another person walked in.
"Hey! You guys are so unfriendly to newcomers." The person came with long green hair, pointed ears, and a tall figure.
Well, a very handsome middle-aged elf uncle.
"My name is Orlando Legolas, what's your name, buddy?" Orlando put his hand on Wang Yuanheng's shoulder, "Let's go out first. These three people are just jealous of you, really."
"Uh, my name is... Yuan Heng." Wang Yuanheng felt that it was a good habit not to state his full name. Of course, he was not used to such personal enthusiasm from a strange male.
I didn't want to stab him.
"Yuanheng, what a weird name...ah, it's okay, it sounds good." Perhaps it was a problem with the spell translation, Orlando Legolas muttered several words in a low voice, and then saw Wang Yuanheng looking at him,
He immediately said perfunctorily that the name was good.
"Actually, I'm telling you, there will be some minor problems when you directly take up the position of Secret Warlord, but it is not irreversible, especially for geniuses. Those useless people who only took up the post of Silver-ranked Warlord are just jealous of you..."
Watching Wang Yuanheng and Orlando gradually go away, and their conversation drifting back, Noonan grabbed the scepter and beat it slowly in his hand, and then said viciously.
"How about giving Orlando a good beating and letting him know..."
"Are you as tall as him?"
"Are you as handsome as him?"
"You have him..."
The female bear-man Katyusha was about to use a series of rhetorical questions to launch a fatal three-shot attack, but she was interrupted again by the raccoon Noonan.
"So what, he still won't marry you."
Katyusha paused for a moment, then angrily walked in the direction of Wang Yuanheng and the others, while Noonan and the young man Peter looked at each other, smiled and followed.