Chapter 642 Weighing the Balance (One More Update!)

Chapter 642 Weighing the Balance (One more update!)

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

"The current total score of your camp is: 7."

"You have entered the final test: weighing the scales."

Following the prompt information refreshed on the retina, Yi Qiu broke away from the wrecked temple.

And the new scene that appeared in front of him was a passage that was quite spacious for his size, and on both sides of the passage was an invisible darkness and chaos.

The entire passage is covered with some kind of black and white pattern, and players who are proficient in ancient carving art may be able to get some inspiration from this pattern.

But to Yi Qiu, it was just some strange-looking modifications.

There was a certain kind of icy coldness in the whole passage, like solidified ice.

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

Another platform corresponding to the area he was standing on now was empty.

A spacious suspended passage connects the two, and in the middle, there is a huge spike as sharp as a blade standing awe-inspiring.

Based on the prompt information on the retina and Yi Qiu's observation, he roughly understood that he was standing on some kind of huge building similar to a scale.

But when Yi Qiu's gaze penetrated the platform where he is now, he didn't see the building used to store weights.

Perhaps, they are the weight?

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

"It's rare to see a master of practice like you. I have dealt with Dazzling Fang-Master Hanzang in the Tiger Temple, and I still remember it vividly."

"I am Windtalker-Chica, a supplicant, following the will of His Majesty Anazela..."

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 so eye-catching among many comprehensive online players.

The only thing that made people feel more impressive, perhaps, was his long emerald green hair that was windless and automatic - it seemed that he had some kind of air flow spell effect on it?

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

Yi Qiu found that for the things he was facing now, the appearance of the body could not explain anything.

Only the deep essence lurking under the flesh and skin and the light of life shining in the soul are the things that determine the true existence of a thing.

Yi Qiu narrowed his eyes slightly. Under the body of Windtalker Chika, he saw...a young dragon?

It was a little different from the dragon species Yi Qiu used to eat, its body was slender and immature, and its eye sockets were more prominent and round than black dragons and the like.

Fairy dragon or purple dragon?

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

So he nodded to Windtalker Chika, and said:

"Yi Qiu, just like you said, a monk."

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

The older players beside Windtalker Chika nodded to Yi Qiu, and his personal style was more prominent than Windtalker Chika:

I saw that he was carrying an heavy sword that looked quite heavy, and on his left hand was a small portable shield with some short spears inserted from time to time.

He was wearing what looked like a leather trench coat, and his oily belt was covered with throwing knives, darts, and some sort of heterosexual melee.

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

Because a small crossbow device was mounted on the protective gear on his right hand, and beside it, a dozen crossbow arrows emitting dim light were inserted into the notches.

"Kunt, a weapon master from the country of Tallinn, I hope to have the honor to fight against an opponent like you after the battle."

The muscles in his face were so stiff that he looked like he was dead.

There was a certain chilling aura about him, it was slaughter and blood, fighting and roaring, it was an instinctive enthusiasm and desire for fighting.

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

But Yi Qiu can feel the kindness released by him, and he appreciates this kind of relatively pure person.

Because there are some intersections with the path he chose: in order to achieve a certain pure goal, he will devote all his energy and will; burn all the light of life, just for that brilliant youth...

Language can be false, experience can be superficial, but that unique, pure will cannot be concealed or deceived.

"my pleasure."

Yi Qiu nodded, he recognized this pure fighter.

Although for all things, this is a more frightening existence than the executioner-he does not fight for killing, but it is always accompanied by death and blood...

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Although the painting styles of the three seem to be relatively weak, the communication is relatively smooth.

After chatting to death about whether girls like emerald green hair color, Windtalker-Chica threw out a new topic:

"Do you think we can win, Kunt?"

Windtalker-Chica brushed her long emerald-green hair, and despite having a constant stream of air spells, occasionally needed a manual correction.

"Which aspect do you mean to win? Pass the test of this ancient contract, or complete the rescue of that terrible plane, or kill that legendary void monster?"

Kunt stared at Windtalker-Chica with a stiff face, the scorching light in his eyes was like a sharp sword that made people tremble.

Some people think that he is too sharp and will eventually be broken in endless fighting.

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

"If a sword is not sharp enough, what is the difference between it and a blunt knife that mows the grass? I am a sword, so I live, so I die!" - Weapon Master - Scarlet Fury Omen - Kunt

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

Windtalker-Chica's face twitched. He felt that being the more "normal" existence among the three was indeed a little stressful.

While thinking this way, he shook his long emerald green hair that was windless and automatic:

"Okay, so what about saving this plane?"

"You want to be the savior?"

Kunt glanced at Windtalker-Chica, and his tone seemed a little subtle.

"Sure, that would be a cool thing, don't you think, Yi?"

Windtalker-Chica shrugged, his power kept him away from the noise and filth of the world.

This made him gain a lot, and also lost a lot, but no matter what, he would not change because of those tiny dust.

He is the wind, which can be the breeze that stirs people's hearts, or the fury that destroys homes...