"You have passed the second test of the ancient contract: the Corrupt Order, and you have contributed a point to your faction."

"Your current faction's total score is: 7."

"You've entered the final test: weighing the scales."

With the retinal refreshed prompt information, Yi Qiu broke away from the temple that was full of wreckage.

The new scene in front of him was a passage that was quite wide for his size, flanked by a deep darkness and chaos that was invisible.

The entire passage is covered in some sort of black and white pattern, and players who are well-versed in the ancient art of chivelling may be able to learn something from this pattern.

For Yi Qiu, it was just some strange-looking embellishments.

The entire passage glowed with some kind of icy coldness, like frozen ice.

Yi Qiu looked around, and he saw the end of the passage:

The other platform, which corresponded to the area he was standing on, was empty.

A wide hanging passage connects the two, and in the middle, some kind of huge spike as sharp as a blade rises.

Based on the information on the retina and Yi Qiu's observations, he roughly understood that he was standing on top of some kind of huge scale-like building.

However, when Yi Qiu's gaze penetrated the platform he was on now, he didn't see the building used to hold the weights.

Perhaps, they are the weights?

Yi Qiu touched his bald head, and not far from his right there were two players sitting there bored, it seemed that they had come here earlier than Yi Qiu.

"It's rare to see a cultivator like you, but I remember my dealings with the Tooth of Confusion at the Tiger Temple."

"I am the Windtalker-Chika, an invoker who is following the will of His Majesty the great Anazella......"

After noticing Yi Qiu's gaze, the younger-looking one of the two greeted Yi Qiu warmly.

His clothes are not very unique, and his face shape and temperament are not very eye-catching among many Zongwang players.

The only thing that was more impressive was perhaps his long, windless emerald green hair, which seemed to have some kind of airflow spell effect on it?

Of course, Yi Qiu's gaze did not stay on his surface, after coming into contact with more and more strange things.

Yi Qiu found that the appearance of the shell did not mean much to the things he was facing now.

Only the deep essence that lurks beneath the flesh and skin, and the light of life that shines in the soul, is what determines the true existence of a thing.

Yi Qiu narrowed his eyes slightly, he saw it under the shell of the Wind Whisperer-Chika...... A baby dragon?

It was a little different from the dragon species that Yi Qiu had eaten, its body appeared slender and immature, and its eye sockets were more prominent and rounded than those of black dragons.

Elven dragon or purple dragon?

Yi Qiu didn't know very well, but he didn't bother to dwell too much.

So he nodded at Windtalker-Chika, and said:

"Yi Qiu, as you said, a warrior monk."

"Yi Qiu? I've heard your name......"

The older player next to Windtalker-Chica nodded at Yi Qiu, his personal style was more prominent than that of Windtalker-Chica:

He was carrying a heavy sword that looked to be quite heavy, and on his left hand hung a small portable shield, with some short spears stuck in it.

He was dressed in something like a leather trench coat, and his shiny belt was covered with throwing knives, darts, and some sort of short-range soldier of the opposite sex.

He held a short sword in his right hand, which looked inconspicuous.

For on top of the armor on his right hand was a small bow and crossbow device, and next to it were a dozen glowing crossbow arrows stuck in the notch.

"Kunter, a weapon master from the land of Tallinn, hopes to have the privilege of fighting an opponent like you after the battle."

The muscles of his face were stiff, and he looked like he was dead.

There was something chilling about him, one of slaughter and blood, of fighting and roaring, of an instinctive frenzy and desire for battle.

To ordinary people, his tone is like a cold mountain rock, with an unpleasant and even provocative meaning.

However, Yi Qiu could feel the kindness he released, and he also appreciated this kind of relatively pure person.

For there is something that intersects with the path which he has chosen: the whole spirit and will to be devoted to the attainment of some pure end; Burn all the light of life, just for that brilliant fragrance......

Words can be false, experiences can be superficial, but that unique, pure will cannot be concealed and deceived.

"It's an honor."

Yi Qiu nodded, he recognized this pure warrior.

Although it is a more feared existence than an executioner for mortal beings - he does not fight for the sake of killing, but always comes with death and blood......

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Although the painting style of the three seems to be relatively weak, the communication is relatively smooth.

After chatting to death about whether girls like emerald green hair color, Windtalker Chica throws up a new topic:

"Do you think we can win? Quinte? ”

Windwhisperer-Chika stroked his long emerald green hair, which occasionally needed to be manually corrected, despite the constant airflow spell.

"What do you mean by winning? Pass the test of this ancient contract, save that terrible plane, or slay the legendary Void monster? ”

Quint looked at Windtalker-Chika with a stiff face, the scorching light in his eyes shuddered like a sharp sword.

Some people think that he is too sharp, and that he will eventually be lost in endless battles.

He ignored it and proved his sharpness with a heavy record and a head.

"If the sword isn't sharp enough, what's the difference between it and a blunt knife that mows the grass? I am the sword, so it is in life and so in death! "—Weapon Master—Omen, Omen, Quint

"Do you need to distinguish so carefully......

Windtalker-Chika's face twitched, and he felt that being the more "normal" of the three was indeed a bit stressful.

As he thought so, he waved his long, windless emerald green hair:

"Okay, so what about saving this plane?"

"You want to be a savior?"

Quint glanced at Windwhisperer-Chika, and his tone seemed to become a little subtle.

"Of course, that's a cool thing, what do you think, easy?"

Windtalker-Chica shrugged, his power keeping him away from the hustle and bustle of the world.

It gave him a lot to gain and a lot to lose, but no matter what, he wasn't going to change because of those little dusts.

He is the wind, it can be a stirring breeze or a fury that destroys a home......