Civilization Lounge.

The main function is for participants to recover during the short break.

After all, not all contestants can be as relaxed as Zhang Ke, they didn't experience any decent combat links at all, and they didn't even warm up, they only split an axe, set a fire, and forced the opponent to give up their qualifications.

Normally, between the contestants who enter through the game channel and their respective civilization channels, there will not be much difference between the hard power and the bottom line set by the event, only rising and not decreasing.

It is not ruled out that there will be a situation of going through the back door, but normally speaking, ordinary people will not run here with a brain to get beaten, right?

Well, it is not excluded that there is such a thing, but I have a convulsion, and the upper echelons of civilization will not be so unreliable, after all, there is only one organizer of the entire Void Battlefield event, and that is the game.

Other civilizations can only be considered sponsors.

When it comes to games, the strong relationship between the event party and the sponsor has to undergo some subtle changes, and it's your business to give face, but in the next thousand years, it will be my freedom to increase the number of civilized players in and out tenfold

Therefore, under the relatively strict screening mechanism, other battlefields at the same time are indeed quite level.

From mage hedging, down to swords, and even field battles between large armies are not uncommon, varied and strange. In such a complex situation and with an excellent matchmaking mechanism, even winning will not be too easy.

It seems that who is not a genius yet!

Casualties are inevitable, and the event has the rules to repair all damage and preserve the battlefield buff environment, so that the winner can enter the next round in a more complete state, so that time is slowed down by some well-intentioned people.

In order to avoid the anxiety of the contestants, coupled with the recovery of injuries, the civilized lounge also came out.

However, this was only the main duty of the lounge in the beginning.

It's just that after the start of the second session, the lounge was played by people from various civilizations.

One of the most popular is for the participants in the break room to observe the wins and losses of other battlefields, record the relevant data, analyze it, and communicate it to the victors of the returning civilization.

The advantage of the support group is that it is clearly played by them!

Of course, for most of the participants, the role of tactical support is very limited.

For one thing, being able to get to this place means that everyone has to participate, unless it's like some elf who is unlucky and encounters the most difficult iron plate at the youngest age, and under normal circumstances, information can only be provided before the start of the third round at the earliest, and limited by the number of contestants at that time, it is still unknown whether it will be useful or not.

At least after six rounds, the number of people on the field has plummeted, and the number of people outside the field has skyrocketed.

Second, among these many contestants, there are indeed some who do not participate in the individual competition.

Like in Kyushu, the four emperors, as well as the heroes and women from the wilderness, will not participate in the individual competition, and all their energy and resurrection opportunities will be reserved for the civilization competition.

At the same time, it is also because of the ancient existence like them, which are shared by various civilizations, and it is difficult to guarantee some conflicts between them in the past years, once the fight starts, it is inevitable that they will come up, for the greater good, and it will be more convenient to kill and injure others at that time, they almost default to not participating in the individual competition.

Of course, this is only an unspoken rule after all.

In the case of shamelessness, it is not too much of a problem to go in and gangster, provided that you don't do evil and take the lives of young people from other families, otherwise. Civilization may have to change its name to Hunting Games?

And such an existence as the Emperor, who is powerful and can be processed in multiple threads, and does not need to participate in the competition, is the main force of proper intelligence supply, but can ordinary contestants have the opportunity to get their favor?

And the only one on the scene that meets the corresponding conditions does not seem to need intelligence services at present.

The only thing that can be regarded as reliable is that it can only rely on weekdays and the friendship accumulated during the seven-day venue provided by the event.

In addition to this, the lounge offers a complete imitation function.

Like Kyushu's on-the-go arena mode, the lounge will help you isolate the troubles around you if someone needs it, and then completely materialize the battlefield you have selected and presented in the field.

In other words, it's like stripping your senses and putting them on the battlefield.

In this way, it is rare to steal a teacher in an upright manner, even if the abilities of both sides have obvious marks of their own civilization, but the stone of the mountain can attack jade, and how much you learn depends on your own ability under the condition of ensuring that your path is not biased.

In addition to that, there are many miscellaneous functions in the lounge, but those are a bit niche.

For Zhang Ke, he didn't even bother to try.

Time flies.

When the prompt message resurfaced in front of Zhang Ke's eyes, he only squeaked at the few people beside him, and the whole person disappeared from the arena in the next moment.

Returning from the familiarity of having a substance, Zhang Ke saw his second opponent as soon as he raised his eyes.

It was an orc dressed in rudimentary metal armor with a dark green body.

Like him, the other man was also holding a tomahawk that was several rounds larger than his head.

The difference is that the former forces the battlefield to raise the basic boundaries of heaven and earth to accommodate this oversized body, while the latter. Although it is also a rare big guy in the race, it is a behemoth that has to be looked up at in terms of mortal things.

But the comparison between the two is a bit funny.

How to say it.

Cast his gaze from the sky at the orc warriors standing on a shabby plain and letting out a fearless roar at him.

Zhang Ke has a feeling that he saw the plastic soldiers he played with when he was a child on the road.

It's the kind of dark green, five-cent-a-pack plastic villain

"Oh, is my opponent this time you?"

Originally, I was still a little puzzled, I had been there for a while, but why I didn't see the enemy from beginning to end.

As for the out-and-out thing in front of you, it should only be the big treasure that the other party accumulated in the previous round.

After all, those French professions like bean sprouts like most like to decorate their territory with these behemoths, how high and big the mage tower, floating fortress, and cloud castle are, how they will come, and the arrogance and disregard for all life except their group that are revealed in their bones are also vividly revealed.

And expecting a dead thing to stop a hot-blooded and fearless orc is a bit too much!

It wasn't until Diego Deatheye noticed the movement of the pillar in the center of the sea of fire, and the ensuing storm slammed against the barrier that divided the two sides, causing subtle ripples one after another.

It only then did it react in hindsight.

Towering as far as the eye can see.

After a brief moment of consternation, Diego Deadeye's eyes were covered with red bloodshots, and his high-spirited battle spirit was boiling.

Fear?

When has the orcs ever had such cowardice?

What's more, it is the Blood Cave Clan, which has always been brave and good at fighting, only the warriors who died in battle, and there are no clansmen who avoid war.

The orc excitedly waved the giant axe in his hand, and the dark green body was trembling slightly.

Look, what a perfect booty!

Just by moving home, it can provide the entire orc kingdom with food rations for nearly three years, and the remaining skeletons can also sharpen countless weapons and consumables as potions, so where can those dying and decrepit goods say anything to reject Diego Dead Eye?

Under my leadership, the orcs will not die in war, but will usher in an even more brilliant future!

Of course, the skull had to be preserved as a great symbol of the fate of the orcs, and it had to find someone to place it in the royal court of the orcs, and it would be used as the royal city of the orcs for thousands of years.

The future is promising, but before that happens, it needs to think carefully about where this project should begin.

Finally, the not-so-long preparation time passed.

The moment the barrier disappeared, Zhang Ke saw a lump of dark green unknown matter catapult violently, like a stupid dog that saw bones, running in the direction where he was.

"Kill!"

In a very short time, Diego almost spun himself into a spinning top, using the rapidly swirling air currents to divide a pathway through the noisy sea of fire in front of him.

"Whew!"

The sea of fire is rising, and the heat wave is twisting.

Under the high temperature, Diego's whole body felt severe pain, a large amount of sweat secreted from the pores, and the dark green skin gradually became ruddy and shiny, like a red-hot prawn.

Diego, who didn't feel that the problem was too big, swirled into the giant's inner ring like a gust of wind.

The thick skin showed scorching marks under the high temperature, and the skin that had lost its elasticity was easily torn apart in its wide opening and closing movements, and the green flesh was exposed, but it didn't care at all, and directly took the giant axe in its hand and slashed at the giant's toes.

An avid orc warrior, Diego is adept at hunting large units.

Although the one in front of me is far beyond the scope of its past report card, it is not bad, the bigger the body is, the bulkier it is, which is a necessary punishment for the life of these supermodels!

In the blink of an eye, it burrowed under the gap between the thumb knuckles (the gap under the belly of the thumb) and slashed down at the tender gap.

"Boom!"

After a period of obscure obscurity, the sharp axe blade was blessed by the brute force behind it, barely breaking through the thick skin and sinking deep into the flesh joint.

A powerful repulsive force was pushing the blade of the axe to burst out of the wound.

Diego's face had no more than that's a smile.

Under the huge size of this ancient god, which is rarely seen, the protection is so weak, and it has also picked the softest area in the attack range in advance.

In this way, it is far from necessary to be so cautious.

There are gua sha on the left and right, and it is obviously more important to have an easier way to do it without being bothered by protection, especially if it is ready to buy the battlefield records and wait to circulate them to their kindred, so that they can sing their epics.

But in the next moment, it saw that its tomahawk was gradually brightening, and the temperature of the handle in its grip was rising rapidly.

Wrong.

The suspicious mind could not keep up with the movements of the limbs.

And then:

"Boom!"

When the blade of the axe that had been attached to the wound left the sealing position, the blazing flames erupted in an instant, pouring it all over its face.

It is like a scene that can only be seen in a cat-and-mouse animation, and its body is as hot and bright as a light bulb in the bright and blazing firelight.

Despicable and shameless outlander!

With the help of brutal spells, the orcs stripped the last round of the defeated of the essence of life to use as a backup drive energy source.

But it can't withstand the continuous high temperature.

In particular, when the local Agogo wanted to escape from the hot environment, the originally relaxed environment suddenly became narrow.

The gap that had been triangular with the ground was now tightly curled up, and the corresponding was that Diego was completely immobile.

"Crunch crunch crunch ~"

In the raging sea of fire, a creepy cracking sound was quietly sounding.

Feeling the breath of life that no longer existed in the clasped toes, Zhang Ke groaned for a while, and then looked at the dark green figure that appeared at the junction of the hills and the plains with a strange expression.

"Is it worth the fight?"

Looking at the orcs who went into battle in person after the replica prosthesis was crushed by himself, Zhang Ke asked the confusion in his heart.

With a lineup of hundreds of people in Kyushu, it is not difficult to imagine that other civilizations should also be very similar, although the civilization tournament has a strict number limit, but if the P2 stage is removed, the individual tournament is just a rare event.

For the sake of some immediate interests, you will gamble your entire future career?

"Seduction, trap, what kind of warrior!"

"Despicable giant, as long as you still have the ethics of a warrior, put aside those intrigues and come head-on!"

Looking at the huge face that fell from the clouds, the scarlet-eyed Diago let out a deafening roar.

"As you wish!"

In the next moment, a blood line quietly appeared on the entire neck.

At the same time, above the turbulent sky, a huge shadow suddenly fell!

With an irrepressible wail from the ground beneath his feet, a sea of fire swept through the entire battlefield space.

In the next moment, the game's prompt appeared in front of the retina, and Zhang Ke, who gave the other party the treatment he wanted, was teleported back to the slightly deserted arena.

His victory, whether it was the emperors or the Kyushu participants who participated in the first round, had already expected it.

The only point worth hesitating about is the length of time.

While waiting for the end of other battlefields, Zhang Ke boredly browsed through the battlefields, observing, or selecting candidates who might become qualified opponents?

Soon after, under the time line of the battlefield and the rest room, he rested for about three hours, and he was recalled to the battlefield again.

[You have defeated the opponent of this round - Hand of Light, Judge Sage, Demigod, Digo Frutos; You've earned a guaranteed base reward, and your rounds will be credited to the civilization as base points as the civilization's initial expendable resources. 】

[You defeated the opponent of this round - the wriggling abyss]

[You defeated the opponent in this round——]

【. (Round 7), your points have been added to your own civilization faction, due to the short time of the contestant's campaign to form a full video, the event provides the following options:

1. Settle the current schedule and enjoy the highest prize pool in the current stage with the winner of all 10 rounds.

2. Boost the potential competition pool of the contestants (double jump), you will be allocated to the 2000~3000 matching pool for the next battle.

Pick 2 Your matchmaking pool has changed, and your personal reward pool will match the current stage. 】

【. (Round 8).Based on the average length of the contestants, your competition pool changes again (3000~5000), based on the relevant rules, you have the right of first choice]

Looking at the prompt information appearing on the retina, Zhang Ke's eternal eyes also looked a little dim.

What did the previous opponent say, it is useless.

In the first five rounds of matching, among the shares under the age of 1,000, there was no opponent who could carry the three-board axe, and even after two consecutive jumps, Gan Qi returned to the original point again as soon as he accumulated everything, and he sent Xiangliu to fight when he was a little bored.

After all, he wasn't a simple warrior.

And the result of Xiangliu's appearance is that the entire battlefield has become a little unspeakable.

Fortunately, the game didn't ask him for a maintenance fee because of this, but it also gave him the same choice, allowing Zhang Ke to enter the next partition.

The opponent in the last round was considered strong, standing out from the seven rounds of bloody screening, but he couldn't survive the superposition of fifty rounds of Ganqi and lost the chance to resurrect, and even the entire battlefield turned into chaos.

As the ending of the same smashing the field, Zhang Ke once again got a chance to rematch, and it was also the final battle of the entire individual competition.

With the change of environment.

Zhang Ke, who appeared on the battlefield with a primitive hilly landform, looked at the opposite side with a slight frown.

On the other half of the battlefield blocked by the barrier, there was a crimson mud, countless corpses were buried in it, and the accumulation formed a mountain of flesh and bones, and the broken bones of the corpses that were still dead slowly opened and closed to release the last breath of life:

"God's Chosen One!"

"Champion!"

"The Great Messenger will bring back glorious victory for the Merciful Father!"

"Damn it, kill this fat guy's traitor"

Even though its body was already alive and dying, the sound was deafening and loud, and even when the chaos was lifted, the mountain of corpses that originally looked like dead things actually moved strangely, and countless heads and stumps fought and killed, and flesh and blood flew everywhere.

Under their chaos, a vigorous blood-colored aura emanated from every part of the corpse mountain and sea of blood, forming a scarlet realm throughout the battlefield.

And in the depths of the blood clouds in the sky, at the top of that mountain of bones, a big demon wearing red steam armor with scarlet and hideous skin was sitting on the throne of white bones, with his chin on his lean, looking at Zhang Ke on the other side of the battlefield with interest:

What did he see?

Blood, death, boundless slaughter, endless souls.

To be more precise, the throne under his feet is a little overshadowed by comparison.

Behind the raging and tyrannical sea of fire is the afterimage of endless slaughter, in which endless souls wander and murmur, powerless but yet uttering the most vicious curses.

And in the depths of the scarlet and the killing, there are huge figures staring at the magnificent giants in the bright place with resentment, especially when they detect their gaze, and the collective moving gaze and scrambling roar make it smile even more.

What a beautiful killing, what a loyal defeated dog!

If the existence of respect is here, I am afraid that I will be left behind without hesitation.

But it doesn't care.

As the Chosen One, it is their duty to transmit great power to the new Chosen One, if not to bring victory

(End of chapter)