On the left side of the huge central ring of the "Rainbow Temple of the God of War". Alone stood a metal sign. This sign is only the size of an ordinary tower shield. It was fastened to a metal stand about the height of my chest. In fact. It's a bit of a stretch to call it just a metal brand. I believe that in the eyes of many it is a quaint carved work of art: it has been carved into the shape of a ferocious monster's head. He has three sharp horns on his forehead, angry eyes, thick nostrils, and a hideous and twisted face. He has a bloody mouth. The upper and lower jaws each have two huge fangs.

It's very rudimentary. It's not as delicate and smooth and lifelike as the sculptures I've seen in many cities. It's just a rough line to outline the eyebrows of a monster. In some places, it has also turned yellow-brown due to rust. I don't know why. I always felt that this humble beast head sculpture contained a wild and fierce solemn killing intent. This killing intent was piercing through the cold metal. Diffuse in the surrounding air. Everyone who passed by it had the feeling that they were being watched majestically by some irresistible force. I subconsciously wanted to avoid its gaze. But he didn't have the courage to dodge. Stand in front of it. I think it looks like this beast of unknown origin could be resurrected at any moment. Lunge out of that rusty metal plate. Open its bloody mouth. Tear everything in front of you to pieces.

The monster's mouth opened so wide. So much so that it occupies three-quarters of the area of the entire metal card. Between the upper and lower jaws of the cardia and the fangs on both sides. A smooth silver panel was set aside. There are two different rows of text on the left and right. The text on the left side shows a pale green hue. The right half of the side is occupied by red lettering. Whether it's red or green handwriting. There are about thirty or forty lines. Some of the handwriting is a little brighter. And there are places that are a little dim.

Our president, Lord Fei Yin, placed her right hand on the metal plate. Immediately. A dazzling rainbow of light shone out of the metal plate. Wrap us in the middle. When the light fades. After everything is calm again. I saw that the name of our local guild, "a group of people who are idle and bored, chattering about messy things", appeared in the green column on the left. There was a shimmer of turquoise light in the handwriting---- so I quickly figured out one thing: the line on the left was a line of green text of varying lengths. They are all names from various guilds in the Continental Alliance. And the red handwriting on the right. It should all be the names of those guild places from the Empire of the End Times. That is, the opponents who will compete with us for honor before the throne of God; The same can be known to us. The names that are shining are idle people who are resting like us. The guilds, whose colors and names have become dim, should be fighting their own battles.

Follow the rules. We can challenge the idle post-apocalyptic Imperial Guild teams. If they accept our challenge. You can go straight into the fight. And if they refuse. We can continue to challenge others. Equally. Our adversaries also have the power to challenge us.

"Who should we challenge first?" Fei Yin frowned and stared at the dozen or so red and bright guild names on the panel. Hesitating and not knowing what to choose.

"How's this strongman alliance?" Pointing to the third name on the metal plate, he suggested. The name looks like a bunch of rookies who don't know the height of the sky, boasting about it. Generally, the people who give guilds this kind of name are basically novices who are strong on the outside. It shouldn't be difficult to deal with. ”

Fei Yin thought for a moment. Probably agreeing with the Elven Marksman's opinion. Reached out and clicked on the name of the "Strongman Alliance". An invitation to challenge was issued.

Soon. We were on the same edge of the ring as our opponents. We eagerly look forward to seeing the group of low-level equipment in the mouth of Xian Ge Yayi, full of youthful enthusiasm, and we can smell the strong rookie smell of them across the two streets, thinking that only by relying on unyielding fighting spirit and firm courage can eliminate the gap between level and equipment, and fight against all opponents, the silly boys full of romance and personal heroism. And looking forward to using our brutal realism iron fist to smash their strongman dreams to pieces.

But it's a pity. It didn't take long for us to find out. Our adversaries may be neither brave nor tenacious. There is no fighting spirit and fighting will that a good martial artist must have. But at least there is a good quality in their souls that is particularly respected---- honesty!

Just as we very realistically call ourselves "a bunch of people who are idle and bored, babbling about messy things". When five professional killers in their sixties were like wolves looking at the lamb that had just been sent to the door, they were smiling at us, as if they couldn't wait to chop us into meat sauce. I feel they have good reason to call themselves "strongmen"!

A sixty-third level demon warrior could easily kill five of us alone. When he slashed the last goose on the field to the ground. There is still more than a third of the vitality left. I was the third to play. Only five rounds passed. He was thrown into the ring like a dead dog by his feet and neck. It was only then that I noticed that the blood-red word "strongman" on the top of his head was prominently highlighted in bold italics. It seems to emphasize the true correctness of the word used on them.

It was a long and painful memory. But the most painful thing is. Such memories are not unique.

The Yangtze River Delta suggested that we challenge a guild called "too lazy to think of a name". His reason: a guild that doesn't even bother to think about a name. Its members must be lazy. The level will not be high.

But soon. The tragic experience that happened to us reveals the harsh reality that a group of people who are too lazy to think about names are not necessarily lazy when it comes to other things. For example, they are very diligent in leveling up......

The wild goose array recommended a guild called "Casual Play". She figured that a guild with such a name should be a bunch of lazy people. Maybe they won't be very keen on improving their level and increasing their combat effectiveness.

But less than five minutes later, we discovered a different way to interpret the guild's name: this group of unusually tough alien warriors duel us with easelessness......

When we are discouraged by the setbacks of defeat. Our Elder Lady, Miss Princess, has shown her wisdom as a guild leader. She analyzes our current situation by using a certain kind of advanced knowledge called "marketing". We find ourselves in a big environment called a "seller's market". The so-called "sellers" who are challenged are often large guilds with a strong power base. They will never worry about the lack of opportunities to be challenged; And those so-called "buyers" who frequently attack and take the initiative to challenge like we just now are mostly small guilds that are not strong enough and are eager to succeed. The more they lose. The more impulsive the mind becomes. The more challenging the ground will be**. So from the comparison of the number of all teams. The overall strength of the challenger is always lower than that of the challenger. Therefore. Our best bet is not to pick our opponents. Instead, they are waiting to be picked by their opponents. This makes it more likely that you will encounter some weaker opponents.

This inscrutable and mysterious theory is like a beacon at night. It shows us the way forward when we are lost. We feel it from the bottom of our hearts. Miss Fei Yin's words are like a string of shining pearls. Every word shines with reason. The truth that illuminates for us hides in the abyss---- though I don't know exactly what she meant by her words. But that doesn't stop me from thinking it makes a lot of sense.

It didn't take long. We waited for the first opponent to challenge us. There was no hesitation. We immediately accepted their request with great ambition......

Excuse me. I just don't have the courage to remember what happened after that.

A mere painful defeat was not enough to convince Miss Fei Yin of the facts. Our elders insist that their judgment is correct. The defeat of the first challenge was just an inevitable accident. And so we had a second challenge. Then came the third, the fourth......

We prove it with our own blood, tears and scars. The so-called "seller's market". What a beautiful mistake......

Ultimately. Our elders have finally made a major revision of their assertions: this cruel arena that has left us mottled with blood and tears is neither in a hellish "seller's market" nor a bullshit "buyer's market." It is simply in a state of anarchic primitive chaos. The greedy powerhouses have been sweeping non-stop. Carrying out a bloody and brutal primitive accumulation of points. Until he finally won nine games and retired. And for a weak team like us. Everything here is unpredictable, unpredictable, and unselectable. Every opponent is so dangerous. Anything cruel and terrible can happen in this chaotic and bloody gladiatorial arena. And the biggest chance of happening is that the five of us lined up in a neat column, and we were beaten up and thrown off the ring one by one......

Seven duels in a row. We got nothing. The nine victories we pursued were so out of reach. It's as if it only exists in ancient legends. Never before have we felt so desperate to accomplish a task. Even with an empty half-pipe, bare-chested and bare-chested in the siege of Sasquatch, it didn't make us so helpless. From the eyes of my friends. I saw the unanimous thought in everyone's minds: should we just get out of here? Exit this sacred arena. Acknowledging one's vulnerability and insignificance before the gods. Then forget about the task again. Forget the bounty that the gods will bestow upon the brave. Until one day. We feel strong enough. Shall we come back here again?

Behind. The huge door wall was black and hollow. It's like a big mouth of mockery. Waiting to meet those desperate losers.

I feel a little unwilling. Whether it's the arduous and perilous journey when you came. Or the abundant reward for completing the mission. Or the self-esteem of a warrior warrior. I don't want to quit. Looking at the anxious and frustrated faces of his partners. I felt like I should pull myself together. At least one more attempt, one more effort.

To know. Many incredible miracles. It is often in this one more effort that it is born.

"Give this team a try......" I said, casually pointing to a name on the metal plate. …… I think they'll be easier to deal with. ”

"Oh?" Fei Yin glanced at the sign expressionlessly. "Why do you think so?"

Why? The devil knows why! I just don't think we should be depressed by failure. At the very least, you should have the courage to try one last time before you give up. The Most High God is above. I just casually pointed at the weird-looking sign. I didn't even even glance at what was written on it.

"Why? Yes. Hahaha......" I groped my head with a dry laugh. He glanced at the sign with a quick look.

And then. I was stunned to see for the first time the names of the opponents I had chosen for myself.

The name of this guild team is: Level 5 was chased by wild dogs and ran naked, level 10 selling point cards were pitted under level 15, the dungeon was wiped out at level 20 and shemales online dating level 25, the Trojan horse was stolen at level 30, and the number became a generation of black hands at level 35, and was opened by people to guard the corpse at level 40, and he was banned as soon as he learned to use the plug-in, and he could only start from the trumpet again.

The name of this miserable and sad guild. It is simply a poignant and tragic epic of revolutionary heroism. It uses a realistic approach that is vividly realistic. It vividly depicts the tall backs of an alien warrior who is unwilling to succumb to doom and stand up to declare war on fate. It is positive enough to transcend all great divides of races and positions. It inspires the sincere and deep courage and fighting spirit of all intelligent beings from the deepest part of their souls. Inspiring and thought-provoking!

The more immediate impact for us is on this sign, which can only display ten characters per line. This lengthy guild name occupies a full ten lines of space. The dense thick characters occupy almost three-quarters of the entire brand. This means that when the screen is displayed on this page. Whatever I mean. There is more than an 80% chance that the guild will be referred to by its name.

In the dark. An irresistible inevitability operates mysteriously. Let's choose them. They also made them choose us.

"Uh...... The name of this guild is so long......" looked at the name of the guild where the listener was sad and the listener was crying. I sighed subconsciously.

"What's wrong with the long name?" Fei Yin continued to ask listlessly. You can see it. The successive defeats left her very depressed. There was a boredom in her tone.

"I mean ......," the elder asked. I had to rack my brains for nonsense. “…… Don't you think...... That one...... Guilds with longer names...... It seems like it's ...... The worse it looks? ”

For this point of view of mine. The only thing we can refer to is our own record. And the data we have shows that. Guilds with shorter names have a 100% win rate in this ring by a 100% margin than guilds with longer names--- with a score of seven to 0---- in fact. On the sign that shows all the registered teams on both sides. Our guild name, which takes up two and a half rows, is the second longest.

Look at the guild name that is three times longer than us. I felt a renewed burning spirit in the eyes of my companions to fight. Something strong seemed to be re-injected into their tired **.

"You do have a point...... "Miss Fei Yin looked at the name of the guild that was like a long narrative poem. I couldn't help but nod frequently. "But ......" suddenly. She frowned slightly. Glanced at me with displeasure on his face. He asked suspiciously. “…… Why do I always think your words sound so harsh? ”

I spread my hands and shrugged my shoulders. Do your best to make an innocent face.

Anyway. Lady Fei Yin still followed my advice. A request for a challenge was made to our next opponent.

Soon. And they accepted our challenge.

It's the same as the scene that happened seven times in a row. A glorious light descended from the sky. With a "buzzing" sound. A dome-shaped magical door opens out of thin air from the Light. The door appears to be transparent. Passing through it, we can still see the scene in the ring opposite. But in the center of this door. The originally straight light seemed to be folded and bent by a pair of wonderful hands. A series of visible spiral curves are formed, turning inward. With this spiral of light and shadow, it keeps turning. The space inside the door seems to have undergone some kind of anomalous change. Makes the scene on the other side a little distorted. It is like the reflection of the flowing water that can be seen on the constantly shaking water.

In the beginning. I thought this magical door was going to take us to another dimension. But when I stepped through this rippling gate. But he found himself still standing in the same place: surrounded by a temple frozen for 10,000 years, a colorful dome shining overhead, and a huge central ring in front of him. The only difference seems to be that the magic door that was surging with the dark tide of space has moved behind me.

But I soon realized. The environment around me has changed dramatically: the temple I used to be in. Although magnificent. But everywhere reflects the hard and cold chill of the spine of the world. There is no trace of warm and warm breath of life. And the temple at this time. Although still a sacred fortress covered in thick ice. But there is an indescribable brilliance of life in between. Everywhere exudes holiness and majesty and at the same time kindness and amiability. Countless rainbows twinkled on the high walls of ice and snow that towered into the sky all around. It feels indescribably gorgeous and sacred. At the same time, it is like countless pairs of staring eyes. It is watching you from afar from the place of infinite exaltation.

I believe. Each rainbow represents a deity. This is how they came to earth. Look at the brave man in the world with approving eyes.

On the opposite side of the ring. A door to magic was also opened. In front of that door. Five adventurers from the Apocalyptic Empire have stepped through this sacred gate. Dressed in strange armor. Armed with a variety of weapons. is waiting for our arrival.

That's our destined opponent!

(The more I write, the less I feel.) I want TJ myself. Now there's an urban fairy title. Suddenly, I felt that the motivation to write "Solo Travel" had weakened. Do you want to TJ pinch? Tangled......

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