Wang Yuanheng followed Orlando through a long gallery.
Because although the light in this corridor was not bright, it was enough for him to see clearly on both sides and even above his head, which were filled with various pictures, telling the stories of the warlords' battles.
Moreover, some of the characters in the paintings can move, and even say hello to Wang Yuanheng or make faces.
"Is there something wrong? You've never seen a moving painting?" Orlando asked doubtfully, as if the city people didn't understand why the country people hadn't seen gold jewelry in the shape of excrement.
"No, I just wonder why some of them move and others don't." Wang Yuanheng was not surprised that the characters in the painting moved.
In fact, it is no different from the TV series and movies we usually see. It is just a technology brought by magic. As for greeting, it is similar to the principle of robots, and there is nothing strange about it.
"Oh, it's very simple. This is called the Corridor of Farewell. Everything you see moving in the paintings is dead." Orlando said casually, "Most of the warlords will leave portraits on it when they are about to advance to legend. , for example, you see.”
Following the direction of Orlando's fingers, Wang Yuanheng saw a pair of hands that were whiter and smoother than women.
Ahem, go a little further, and on that painting is Orlando himself.
Although the actual painting is not very good, it can still make you recognize who it is.
"After leaving the portraits, many warlords will look for a way to enter the legend. Then, if they die, they in this painting will continue to live in this palace instead of the former people, leaving a little memory. Bar."
"Because, in the pursuit of legend, many times, not to mention the body, not even the soul, or even the memory will be left behind. For many people, you will never find a trace except here."
There wasn't much emotion in Orlando's tone, maybe because he was one of them.
Wang Yuanheng glanced around and even raised his head to look carefully.
Forget it if he didn't know before, but after Orlando told him, he couldn't help but make a rough estimate.
He couldn't remember how many people there were, but as far as he could see, more than half of the main characters in the pictures could move.
These people seemed to have heard what Orlando said, and they all looked at him. Some smiled friendly at him, some winked at him, and some pretended to be vicious and tried to scare him.
They were all secret warlords!
Anyone who can become a secret warlord is one who is not the best among his peers. He stands out from the crowd, rarely encounters an opponent, and even exists like a son of the world.
But there are still more than half of the people who can only leave traces of their past existence in these pictures.
Moreover, there is no need for Orlando to say it, Wang Yuanheng also knows one thing.
That is, if the portrait is not moved, it does not mean that they have successfully promoted to legend, but it may just be like Orlando, lingering and struggling in front of the legend.
legend.
legend!
"Okay, kid, don't think so much. It's still early for you to go up." Orlando slapped Wang Yuanheng hard on the shoulder.
"Let's continue what we just talked about."
Wang Yuanheng felt that this guy didn't want to be an elf at all, maybe he should be a barbarian or an orc or something.
Of course, what he didn't know was that the female bear Katyusha felt the same way.
It is precisely because Orlando's character is so in line with her taste that Katyusha has always wanted to marry Orlando home.
It goes without saying that elves are handsome, even orcs have to admit this.
But for bears, character and physique are the key. And obviously, after taking office as the Secret Overseer, Orlando's physique could withstand her abuse.
hey-hey.
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"You said that there are only you humans on that planet, and there are no other intelligent races?"
"Yes, at least currently, there are no traces of other intelligent races found on several nearby planets." Wang Yuanheng said casually, at least that's what he knew.
As for whether there are really traces of aliens on the moon, maybe he can ask when he returns to Earth.
"Then you are so pitiful. Aren't you very lonely?" Orlando said as if you were really pitiful.
Heck, you are so lonely. There were almost more than 7 billion people on the earth at one time.
Before the power of Kashen appeared, Wang Yuanheng always felt that there were too many people on earth, and it would be better if he could get rid of nine out of ten men.
As for leaving him alone as a man, Wang Yuanheng, as a young man with quality, thought and moral character, never thought that way.
If there was really only one man left on earth, I guess that man would just want to die.
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"Oh my god, there are more than two hundred countries of the same race on one planet. You are as aggressive as the orcs all day long, and it's a miracle that you haven't become extinct yet." Orlando said, "You are so lucky." Wang Yuanheng felt more and more that this elf didn't look very reliable.
Seeing that he was about to walk out of this corridor, Orlando asked some more questions, most of which Wang Yuanheng didn't hide.
There's not much point in concealing it, and even though Orlando doesn't seem to be anything special, Wang Yuanheng can be sure that even if Kraken is in its prime, he probably won't be a match for this guy.
Before reaching the other end of the corridor, Wang Yuanheng found that he could feel the bright lights outside the exit, but he could not hear the sound or see specific things clearly.
Orlando didn't say anything, he just stepped over first.
Seeing this, Wang Yuanheng didn't think any more and followed directly in.
After taking this step, Wang Yuanheng didn't feel anything strange. He just felt that he suddenly saw a bright light. Then he recovered and found that he had arrived at a large banquet hall with a splendid dome.
He looked back and found that he couldn't see the gallery at all. About three or four meters behind him was the space where the teleportation array was located, but the three people who were not far away from him and Orlando could not be seen.
"Is it some kind of space technology?" Wang Yuanheng thought thoughtfully. He had just felt a trace of space power through his talent.
However, the technology was obviously very high-end, and his feeling was not particularly clear.
"People in the past arrived directly at the teleportation array, but people coming over had to go through that corridor. It's really interesting." Wang Yuanheng thought to himself, but at this time he found that Orlando didn't wait for him at all and walked straight towards the center.
Although this is just a banquet hall, it is divided into many areas.
Wang Yuanheng could clearly see the area where he entered. There were many sofas, tables and chairs placed randomly, with a lot of drinks and fruits on them, and of course, fine wine.
This area extends all the way to the small stage in the center. Opposite this direction, on the other side of the small stage, there are many bookshelves and a large number of display racks with various decorative items.
In other places, Wang Yuanheng did not observe carefully because Orlando spoke.
"Hey guys, I win! Hahahaha!"
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Orlando started laughing without saying a word. Wang Yuanheng was completely confused, but the others obviously knew what he meant.
"Fake, this is impossible!"
"Hell, this is fake!"
"Hammer!"
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(The above are all automatic translations of spells and have nothing to do with the author. The final right of interpretation belongs to the creator Wang·Blind a few writes·The writer is still very happy·Lu Sheng)
At this time, next to Wang Yuanheng, a guy with blue skin, three bumps on the top of his head but no hair stood up.
"Boy, did you really choose [Basic Training for Warlords]?" This guy said angrily. Wang Yuanheng was really a little timid.
Because this guy's level is lv20! This is automatically fed back by [Intelligent Eyes]. Of course, there is no other information.
However, this is not the main reason.
The main reason for his cowardice is, "I did choose."
"Oh, damn it, I actually lost to this bad guy Orlando!" The blue-skinned man slapped his forehead so hard that the sound even hurt Wang Yuanheng.
More importantly, following his answer, everyone in the entire banquet hall had this expression.
"Grass!"
"Shet!"
"Damn it! Orlando is bound to lose in gambling, and he turned around. Damn it, should I go back to my hometown and get married?"
These people were spraying the triumphant Orlando on the stage while throwing things on the stage. That should be the bet.
Not only that, bullet-shaped light screens also lit up on the dome above the banquet hall, and the figures who appeared inside were also cursing, and then threw things from inside.
The constant scoldings made Wang Yuanheng feel as if he had done something "great". No wonder he had that bad premonition at the beginning.
This wasn't his talent warning him at all, but his subconscious telling him a fact that he had deliberately forgotten.
That is [Overseer's Basic Training] is a specialty with special remarks.
"We are ashamed of you - a message from the Pan-Infinite Universe Ring Secret Warlords Alliance."
When he thought of this incident, Wang Yuanheng felt particularly embarrassed.
This is like a person who cheated to get into Tsinghua University and Peking University, and was assigned to the best major and the best class, but all the classmates knew that you cheated to get in.
However, he soon discovered that no one was actually targeting him.
Although these people cursed, they didn't pay much attention to it.
Well, maybe they are more concerned about losing to Orlando, because Wang Yuanheng already knows that this elf species has a nickname called "You must lose in every bet."
No one even asked him why he chose a feat they'd obviously been warned about.
At this time, the Orlando guy was still showing off triumphantly, making faces at Wang Yuanheng from time to time.
The female bear-man Katyusha who just came in shouted that the dowry was enough and asked Orlando to marry him quickly.
"Boy, come and sit down. Don't pay attention to that Orlando guy. Katyusha and the others are called the Three Mysterious Idiots, but with Orlando, we call them the Four Venomous Bastards."
The blue-skinned man just now looked at Wang Yuanheng standing there stupidly, and invited him to come and sit down together. There were several other people on the sofa around the table, and they all raised their glasses to him.
Wang Yuanheng understood the universal gestures at once.
Of course he would not refuse this kindness and went over immediately.
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