"So the end result is this."
Some time later, in the center of the grassland, the figure belonging to Duan Qing and others had been moved to the front of one of the tents near the center of the settlement. A simple reception desk was formed using simple wooden tables and sundry furnishings. The person standing in front of him appeared, and beyond that there was an empty scene: "Ah ha ha ha, ha ha ha ha... I have never thought about such a scene."
"With Nasia supporting us, we can at least get rid of the previous tragic situation."
Pushing aside the extremely heavy armor and shield on his body, Goldman raised his head and sighed: "You don't have to be squeezed into a meat pie by those big and thick barbarians."
"However, the situation has not changed." He rolled his eyes, and the voice belonging to Xue Ling Huan Bing also sounded in Duan Qing's ears: "It seems that no one came to us to sign up... It was Na Xi who was there before. Isn’t Ya’s expression good enough?”
"No, I think I may have gone too far." Duan Qing shook his head helplessly: "The shocking performance just now was enough to suppress even the leader-level figures. These tribes staying on the grassland I'm afraid the members have never seen it before, especially the appearance of those magical images and the accumulation of huge energy——"
"Although our strength is slightly lacking, the things we have seen and the level of magic we possess are not comparable to those of the natives on the grasslands."
Looking around the left and right sides of this place, the gray-robed magician then focused his attention on the tribal people who were passing by. Looking at Duan Qing and others, the sneaky glances suddenly shrank back under the sweeping gaze: "...I don't think they don't have that intention, they just don't have the courage."
"They are just adventurers who have too little experience." Asahi Dongsheng on the side crossed his hips nonchalantly: "If we get all those guys who like to show off their treasures and show off their treasures here, the final performance may be even better than before. It’s an exaggeration.”
"No matter how you bluff, it's still a bluff. It's completely different from the magic projection spells and energy suppression that Nasia used just now." He squinted at the intimidating black shadow of the floating island above his head. , Duan Qing commented indifferently: "The feeling of almost suffocation just now, even those of us who were not targeted by Naxia could clearly feel it... That guy should have used Violet The power of the tower."
"It seems that 'showing power' is a double-edged sword." After thinking for a while with his eyes closed, Xue Ling Huan Bing regained his serious expression and whispered: "Just look at what was revealed in just a moment. Does being strong scare away more people, or does it attract more people?"
As if no longer intending to change the settled situation in front of them, the voices belonging to the Qingling Adventure Group also began to fall silent among the people who were constantly coming and going. The awkward atmosphere continued as time passed. The expectations and enthusiasm of these players were sapped, and the upright and serious posture of looking at the passing figures one after another also gradually collapsed in the process. The sun gradually rose to noon, and the dazzling sunshine that passed through the high autumn wind gradually fell on the player's body, which was frozen like a sculpture behind the stage, and the vague and sarcastic gaze was accompanied by more and more The tribal crowd shouting and drinking extended towards the venue in front of the tent, which became more and more obvious in Duan Qing's eyes: "...can we close the stall today?"
"Originally, we wanted to show off our majesty after Nasia's appearance, but now it has turned into this. It's really embarrassing."
"Have you already thought of several POSS? Do you want to show them to the tribal warriors when they come up to sign up?"
"Stop talking, stop talking. If you say this, I won't be able to swallow it anymore... Hey, I'm talking about captain."
"Shhh."
He made silent gestures and sounds towards Asahi Dongsheng and Gedman, who were slumped on the table and chairs behind him. Xue Ling Huan Bing, who was also leaning on the edge of the tent, also looked directly in front of him again. The wretched figure with a stooped back also moved around the crowd while looking left and right, and cautiously approached Ciyu Ninglan, who had been standing at the front with a smile: "I, that...here is the sign up. It’s the place of ‘Divine Selection’, right?”
"Yes, sir." She put her hands together in front of her. Ninglan, the only one who was still fulfilling her duties, also tilted her cute short hair: "Do you want to sign up?"
"Ahem, cough." A lustful smile flashed across his face, and the tribesman who suddenly straightened up and put on a serious look then cleared his throat vigorously: "That's right. , although I, the strong and handsome Lord Rust, am not interested in this so-called selection ceremony at all, but for the sake of you being so pitiful-"
"No need." A hand was placed in the air between the tribesman and the secret language Ninglan, accompanied by Duan Qing's expressionless face: "You don't have to, we don't receive."
"Don't accept me?" A ferocious expression immediately appeared on his face. The wretched tribal man looked at Duan Qing's face with squinting eyes: "Who are you? Why don't you accept me?"
"Whoever she is, we are who she is." Pointing to the secret figure Ninglan beside him, Duan Qing replied in a cold voice: "As for why we don't accept you...because we are responsible for managing this participation in the gods." Let the selection messengers, the legendary auditors, say that if we think you are not good, then you are not good."
"A few extremely weak adventurers actually dare to refuse my invitation, Lord Rust?" The wretched face became even more terrifying because of the emergence of black energy. The tribe member stared and raised his fist. : "Today I will let you see my strength and see if you still have the courage - oops!"
"Okay, if you don't have anything else to do, just get out of here." A loud slap with splashes of blood swirled towards the other side of the road, knocking this wretched tribesman away from Xue Linghuan. Bing then slapped his own hands and turned around: "Next one."
"Next one? You don't have a next one!"
The tribal man who called himself Rast, who was covering half of his swollen face and wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, then stood up angrily. The body that had been moved out of the way by passers-by was also among the group. The players standing in front of the reception desk all looked at him and trembled violently. In the end, they gave up the idea of rushing forward and making a fuss under the threat of death that vaguely appeared in their minds: "Look at you. You look so pitiful now! Who else dares to come to you to sign up?"
"It took a lot of effort for me to come here to take care of your business with my good intentions, but you still don't appreciate it?" It seems that he found some courage from the eyes of the people around him, this wretched tribesman The man took a few steps forward again: "Don't look at you in the name of God's envoy, if you dare to reject me... Humph, be careful that you will never recruit anyone again-"
"Get out of the way."
A big hand like a cattail fan then appeared in front of him, pushing him and his face back into the crowd where he could never be found again: "Clown, just hide that hateful face, otherwise why can you survive?" Until now...hey."
“We want to sign up.”
Pointing to his head, the figure who threw Rust out then appeared in front of Duan Qing. The gray-robed magician, who ignored the comments around him, then showed his smile to the other person, his eyes bright. The focus fell on the visitor's face, which was painted in black and yellow: "You... I remember you are a member of the tribe that almost knocked us to the ground before."
"Although I don't know what you are talking about, but - yes, we are members of the same tribe." After standing in silence for a moment, the dull voice of this tribal warrior gradually sounded in front of Duan Qing: " They may have been a little too rude to outsiders, please allow me to apologize on their behalf."
"Oh, really?" Duan Qing rolled his eyelids, and then pointed to the location of the scenes that were retreating behind him: "It seems that your habit of treating outsiders has not been very good, and your reputation has never been good. how is everything."
"...We don't care about this." After wiping his own face, the visitor turned his dark-skinned face aside and said, "Just tell me whether you agree or disagree."
"According to the personality of us adventurers who always like to avenge private revenge, it is impossible for you to pass our level." After crossing his arms and looking at each other for a long time, Duan Qing finally raised his head back: " But...well, I can only say that you came at the right time."
"What's your name?" He glanced at the other teammates behind him, and turned his hands forward again with a manual for recording: "What's the name of the tribe you belong to?"
"Santante, belongs to the Sufinia tribe." The fellow tribesmen behind him, who had the same slightly dark skin, looked at each other, and the man in the front replied in a dull voice: "I heard that you are the only one here. We accept people who fight on behalf of individuals, but not those who fight on behalf of tribes.”
"So I brought some of our brothers here."
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After this moderate excitement and tossing, this "job fair"-like stage belonging to Duan Qing and others began to really become popular, like the first batch of candidates who had broken a certain barrier. The personnel also followed Gedman's departure and left in the direction of the Shitai teleportation array. The black people who gradually disappeared into the teleportation light also turned into a beautiful line in the eyes of countless eager eyes. landscape. The flow of people who merged into the Zhuangsi tribe's settlement also began to have a few undetectable divergences with the appearance of this abnormality. The tribesmen who passed by the stage randomly built by Duan Qing and others no longer just behaved. Like passers-by, they tangled and talked together in groups of three or two, and finally more and more people gathered around Duan Qing's position.
However, contrary to the beautiful fact, the subsequent selection process seemed less than satisfactory.
"The Cochiche tribe...well, I have never heard of the name of the tribe. What is your main type of business? No, I mean, how do you usually survive on the prairie...Business? Transportation? ? Please, we can consider it a selection ceremony set up for the competition, so don’t come over and give us away."
"The elite of the Molan tribe? It sounds very good, but have you obtained the consent of the head of the Molan tribe, Miss Qinglan? We have met in Mi Ti Ling before, and she also specifically warned me not to affect the entire The tribe’s plan to participate in the Barish Conference...what? You failed to be selected into the final team, so you came to our side? Then what kind of elite do you claim to be?"
"Oh, oh, I went through wars and moved through three tribes... Well, I was betrayed by my tribe, and even my wife was killed by them... It sounds like a really tragic story. What then? Is there anything else? No, I don’t mean to disrespect you and your family, but among the people who came to sign up, several have already told us tragic stories like yours, and even more Needless to say, we adventurers have heard ten thousand more tragic and strange anecdotes during our adventure journey. Even the stories told by each of us here are more exciting than the ones you are telling us now. How can we possibly be because of this? Is there any reason to let you pass?"
"Fighters of the Bazaran Tribe, and there are still only a few warriors left...I heard that you traveled over mountains and ridges, traveled thousands of miles, and overcame countless difficulties and obstacles to get to the Central Tribe. In the end, you were almost attacked by a beast. The spread of the tide - haha, I didn't say that I am already qualified to be selected. After all, there are thousands of small tribes like you, and we can't include them all in the competition according to this standard... What? Do you know Adamu from the Tartar tribe? Well, you have been selected."
"……call."
Duan Qing, who collapsed on the other side of the tent and took a moment to breathe, also withdrew from the increasingly lively area in front of the table. Looking at the blue sky, he breathed hard. There were people crowded in front of me in the fresh air, and the fatigue caused by long and intensive questioning and explanations was relieved in this moment of rest: "I'm exhausted."
"I used to think that the recruiters in our regiment were just complaining because they were tired every day, but now I finally understand." Also collapsed next to him, the voice belonging to Gedman also sounded feebly: " It’s really not a job for humans.”
"At this time, I will always admire those guys who still stick to the front." Looking back at Chaori Dongsheng, who was still noisy with other grassland tribesmen, and Ciyu Ninglan, who was still smiling in front of the table, Duan Qing sighed involuntarily: "Those who can remain calm at such a time are obviously elites who have been tempered for thousands of years."
"--gentlemen."
Before he could finish his sentence, a call from the front and the serious face belonging to Ninglan appeared in front of the two people: "Ninglan encountered some situations here."
"A few more people said they know you, sir."
