"Drink!"
Snapped.
A loud knocking sound appeared in the dark plane space accompanied by a heavy muffled shout. Accompanied by it, one of the two figures who had just passed each other fell to the ground with a piercing scream. Shrey, who looked back at the fallen figure, then slowly straightened up his body, and his movements filled with gasping sounds began to calm down as his plain sight gradually appeared: "——Huh, now the result should be... come out."
"Yes, you won." A declaration belonging to Nasia was also heard from the sky above the dark space, but it did not appear along with her projection: "Congratulations, you continue on the road to promotion. .”
"I--"
After hesitating to speak, Shrey raised his head. After all, Shrey did not continue what he wanted to say. He slowly put away the serrated blade that was still bleeding in his hand, and no longer looked at that person. The opponent who had been drinking and chatting with him earlier, but now lying on the ground: "You shouldn't die here like this, Taratu."
"because……"
Because he was supposed to be the one who lost the battle - he still didn't say this.
The actions and final encounters of the Nashi tribe have been made public after the news of the destruction of the previous Barish Conference came out. As one of the grassland tribesmen, he has not left the central grassland at all. Naturally, he also got the news, but This former tribal warrior who is also from the Nashi tribe and an abandoned man who ran away from the tribe seemed to have expected such an ending from the beginning. However, no matter how unwavering he is and behaves as usual, those soldiers who also participated in the selection ceremony here will still associate this news with the fact that he is a "former member of the Nashi tribe", so when When the opponent who appeared in front of him used the Nashi tribe's act of "summoning the divine envoy" to provoke him and said some excessive words, the former tribal warrior of the Nashi tribe finally burst out like a wolf. of strong life and aggressive power.
The victory was a victory, but after calming down, he realized how thrilling and impossible his victory was.
"Stop imagining things."
A slap then appeared on the shoulder of the warrior who had just been teleported, and it was accompanied by a low and magnetic man's voice that was somewhat familiar to him. Shrey, who was in a trance, also turned around. What caught the eye was the smiling figure of Surtu with a flying headband against the blue sky background: "I know what you are thinking now, but now is not the time for such random thoughts. You should Prepare yourself for the upcoming duel."
"It's you."
Having become familiar with the origin of this figure in tribal frictions and countless contests in the northern grasslands, Shrey subconsciously hid back: "Why are you - uh."
"Although I am now the patriarch of the Sioux clan, I am also a member of the 'God Envoy'."
After waving to the busy Sioux people who were walking together behind him, Sultu sent them away and then smiled at Shrey again: "It is our responsibility to work for the divine domain of the God Envoy. It’s an honor, and the living conditions here are very good, and there are no storms or wild beasts.”
"Apart from the fact that we still don't know what the Lord God Envoy wants us to do, there's nothing bad about the rest." He pulled the red bandage on his head, which was different from the resolute look on Shrey's face. He became a lot softer at this time: "Perhaps this is also the reason why the God Envoy wants to hold a 'selection ceremony' similar to the Barish Duel. I hope that you who have advanced can help her in the future."
"No need to show off your superiority in front of me."
Waving his hand to interrupt the other party's words, Shrey straightened up and restrained his alert movements with a look of displeasure on his face: "I know that you are now residents of the God's Domain and are a higher level than all of us grassland tribesmen. There is no need to Come and remind me in person!"
"So you guys really... have already separated from the Nashi tribe. Can you restrain your suspicious wolf-like temper?" Surtu ignored the vicious intention that was close at hand and put his hands on his hips. With a look of helplessness on his face: "I saw that you were having a good time chatting with the warriors from other tribes, wasn't it? Why did you become uncool as soon as you were in front of me and on the battlefield? That guy from Taratu I just said a few random words about your current position, I thought you had already figured it out."
"What do you, a guy in the blessing, understand? Even if I am no longer a member of the Nashi tribe, I - wait."
The voice that had been raised several degrees suddenly stopped in mid-air, and Shrey's expression quickly became more exciting: "How do you know what I just heard in the duel? Could it be that that guy from Taratu -"
"Your opponent didn't make any big announcement before. He is just a poor warrior who was abandoned by the tribe." He waved his hand and drew the gaze to his side. Surtu continued to answer in a calm voice: "Including you. Including every game, all games are under the supervision of the God’s Envoy and us, otherwise how could we count the results of the games and quickly rescue those who were injured and dying?”
"This is...the divine realm?"
Following the opponent's fingers and looking around, Shrey finally broke away from the previous absent-minded and emotional conversation: "Shouldn't I be teleported back below? Why was I teleported here?"
"You still need to ask? There are not many candidates left to advance." He showed his smile again, and there was a look of relief on Surtu's square face at this time: "After winning this game, You can be considered a winner who has made it this far. Although that guy from Taratu is also very strong, I really didn’t expect you to be able to defeat him with enough potential.”
"I... hum." Shrey scratched his cheek, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and then snorted with disdain again: "I won't believe your nonsense, anyway, the Lord God Envoy looks down on you We are second-rate warriors, right? And there are so many strong men down there waiting to sign up for the challenge. Once they all rush into this battlefield—"
"My Lord God Envoy has never had any prejudice against you, and naturally we are the same." Surtu crossed his arms with a serious and sacred expression, interrupted the other party's words, and then directed at the two of them. He gestured in the direction below: "As for the so-called challengers you are worried about... don't worry, none of them are coming up now."
"Not even Yagorens."
As if in response to Surtu's words at this time, a sudden wave of sound gradually came towards them in the direction of the stone platform that appeared far below the floating island that the two people were watching. Several groups had already gathered here. At this time, a chaotic fight broke out near the central stone platform and spread in more and more distant directions. They seemed to be avoiding and shouting: "Did you see it? That is the person who was killed by the God Envoy." Even a powerful warrior like Agorens cannot easily break through the chosen gatekeeper."
"Agorens also ended up in person?" Different from the relief and pride on Surtu's face at this time, Shrey, who was standing on the edge, swallowed involuntarily: "He, they... are still there Fight? Who has the advantage now?"
"them--"
"Report!"
Before Surtu could say his next words, a member of the Sioux tribe came to his side with a breathless run: "Chief! The messengers have sent a message, let us temporarily put aside the order of the game. Maintenance work, preparation for defense.”
"Prepare for defense?" Surtu lowered his arms and blinked his eyes: "Who is coming to attack us?"
"A group of unknown people."
Glancing at the face of Shi Lei, who was silent next to him, the Nasu people who came to report lowered their voices: "It seems that the prairie warriors were incited by the creatures summoned by the previous Nashi tribe. They attacked Our stone platform magic array.”
"It's a magic circle, not a magic circle." After correcting the mistake of his subordinates, Surtu's eyebrows gradually wrinkled: "But...ah, how dare you come here to die at this time? Where are they now? ?”
"It's down there now." He raised his head in confusion, and then the Sioux tribe pointed in the direction the two people were looking at before: "These people who are fighting are their vanguard."
"Huh?" He glared at himself, and Surtu's resolute face became a lot weirder at this time: "Isn't that some kind of messenger Jian Beidong fighting with Yagorens? It's making such a big fuss. , I thought they hadn’t finished fighting yet.”
"The adventurous envoy did block many challengers, and even Yagorens failed to break through his blockade." The Sioux tribe member who reported the report hurriedly explained: "The battle has indeed been going on for a long time, but Before these two could decide the winner, the vanguards rushed over, so..."
"A unique battle was interrupted like this, right?" Surtu shook his head and understood, looking at the chaotic battlefield below around the stone platform again: "What a tragedy. Based on my understanding of Yagorens and the adventurer named Jian Beidong——"
"Both of them will become very unhappy if such an enjoyable duel is interrupted."
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As the leader of an ancient tribe on the Wind Continent and a member who has been on the floating island for a long time, Surtu’s understanding of Jian Beidong and Yagorens is undoubtedly very accurate, so the one below The spreading storm that was still causing the surrounding grassland warriors to flee quickly ended with a one-sided momentum. There was a look of caution and joy on his face. Duan Qing, who was watching all this, took a deep breath. After walking off the stone platform, he also inspected the stone platform among the mess on the ground and the raised grass and soil. At the same time, he listened to the whisper report from Ninglan in his ears: "There are about forty or fifty attackers, and they all took advantage of the opportunity of the resumption of the selection ceremony today to squeeze into the vicinity of the Shitai Magic Array. Yes, they mixed in the crowd and suddenly launched an attack, but they were blocked by the swords struck by Jian Beidong and Yagorens respectively. "
"Have you found out their identities and origins?"
"According to Baibu Wushuang and the members of the Lufen Chamber of Commerce behind him, they should be people from 'over there'."
His expression became a little more serious, and the hands that were held together in front of him gradually tightened a little at this time: "I heard that there are also some players among them, they should have brought them here, and they should also want to see Let’s see if we can take advantage of this opportunity to sneak into the floating island.”
"The intention of the attack is not important. What is important is the time they chose to attack." Duan Qing, who seemed to have inspected the entire magic circle, clapped his hands and wiped the dust from his forehead, gradually stood up. : "It seems that they no longer intend to continue their secret activities, but have made it clear that they are going to confront us."
"Because of the previous speeches and activities of Chief Yasi, many tribes and warriors came to our side to watch the selection ceremony this time." Understanding the meaning of Duan Qing's words, Anyu Ninglan also rarely frowned. : "This time we can use their cover to repel the opponent's attack, but it may not be possible next time, and we don't know if they and the sacred mountain behind them have more power..."
"It doesn't matter, at least this incident can help us win more supporters." Duan Qing looked around at the tribe members who were still struggling in the aftermath of the war: "The rest depends on how we fight for it, and The Zhuang Si Clan itself is no longer reliable."
"Despite the heavy losses they suffered, the Zhuangsi clan is still swimming around the entire central grassland under the leadership of the Yasi clan leader." Anyu Ninglan continued in a low voice: "They used their own personal experiences to testify against that. The evil envoy summoned by our clan, I hope more people can support and come to our side."
"The fact that so many people can come today is already a proof of its effectiveness, haha." Duan Qing shook his head and let out a few wry smiles. Duan Qing turned around helplessly: "Unfortunately, the number of people we can accommodate is really limited. , the candidates for the selection ceremony can only shrink again and again... huh?"
As if noticing the disturbing sound, the gray-robed magician suddenly turned his head. Several prisoners escorted by the idle tribal warriors were also kicked and beaten by them at this time, and they staggered to the stone platform. Edge: "That's them! We have captured a few attackers! Please handle them, sir, two envoys!"
"You didn't capture them! We were originally going to meet the Lord God Envoy!" Struggling away from their punches and kicks, several tied up prisoners quickly ran to Duan Qing: "Even if we It’s not you who believe in it, but we also have the right to participate in the competition, right? We are also citizens of the Prairie Clan, and we are also qualified warriors!”
"That's right! We originally came to this place hoping to participate in the selection ceremony! It was because you insisted on treating us as attackers that we had to fight back!"
"If you don't treat us as equals! There is no justice in the selection ceremony you held! This is definitely not the wish of the God Envoy and the Holy Mountain!"
"Your Majesty the Envoy of God will not just watch you so-called envoys act recklessly!"
