I Can See the Lines of Fortune

The big test is over soon.

A total of thousands of people participated in the competition, but only one hundred and thirty-four people passed.

Most of them are members of extended families.

Together with the apostles of the Rage God, there are thirteen people in total.

A total of one hundred and forty-seven people.

In the test square, ten desolate people stood in front of more than a hundred people.

The leader of the desolate people, the strong man, glanced at everyone, and said slowly:

"The Rage God Ceremony is about to begin. The Ceremony Competition is a great battle for my god. I hope all of you who pass the test will go all out."

After a pause, he continued:

"As long as you get the top ten in the competition, you can enter the Desolate Temple and have the opportunity to obtain the inheritance of my god."

Hearing this, everyone's eyes lit up, showing excitement.

Except for the local desolate people, aren't all those who came here to participate in the Rage God Festival Competition for the so-called inheritance of the Rage God?

"Senior, don't worry! We will definitely do our best!"

"Yes, senior, don't worry!"

"..."

The strong ones can't wait to go to the Grand Competition right away.

The strong barren people naturally knew what they were thinking, so they didn't say much.

The Rage God Festival is also an event to deepen the cooperation between the desolate people and the blue creatures.

Boom!

Boom! !

Boom boom boom! ! !

At this moment, there was a sound of drums on the square in front of the altar in the distance.

The sound of the drums was vast and loud.

The heroic and passionate drumming caused Mo Xiaobai and the others' eyes to flicker and their blood to boil.

"The festival has begun,

follow me. "

After the sound of the drum, the strong man of the desolate people seemed to become excited because of the sound of the drum.

He grinned and shouted loudly.

Mo Xiaobai, Yan Xue and the others looked at each other, and then left the test square with the desolate strongman.

And those strong men who failed the test could only go back outside dejectedly.

Watch this festival event.

…………

Mo Xiaobai and the others followed the desolate strong man through the path and came to a waiting area.

In front of them is the square in front of the altar.

A platform was built on the square.

On the high platform stood Hou Bai, the former leader of the desolate people, Chen Feiyu, the head of the guard army, and several high-level officials of the desolate people and Weilan.

Amidst the sound of the drum, an old man with pale hair stepped out from among the desolate people.

Although the old man looked very old, his aura was not weaker than that of Hou Bai.

Maybe even stronger.

The old man seemed to be the priest of the Rage God, and he led the thirteen apostles of the Rage God to start the ritual dance.

It was a rough but very charming dance.

The dance was accompanied by the sound of war drums and war songs. Mo Xiaobai seemed to have traveled through time and saw the ancient era, when the god of desolation descended, bringing the legend of the desperate desolate people fighting against the demons.

passionate.

Not only Mo Xiaobai, but all the deserters and the blue adventurers felt their blood boil a bit at this moment.

A fighting spirit filled his chest.

The sacrificial dance of Rage God lasted for a long time before it stopped.

The old priest of the wild god bowed down in the direction of the altar, and chanted the native prayers of the desolate people aloud.

Although Mo Xiaobai didn't understand, the general meaning probably meant that the God of Desolation would protect the desolate people and survive in the wilderness, right?

The old tradition of offering sacrifices to gods.

As the old Rage God Priest uttered the last syllable loudly, he slowly stood up and motioned to Hou Bai who was below him.

Huber nodded, and gestured to the drummer who beat the sacrificial drum once.

The drums sounded again.

In the center of the square, a huge bronze-colored metal arena slowly rises from the ground.

Mo Xiaobai and the others all froze.

"The competition has begun."

Although the sacrifice looked very exciting, for them, this was the highlight.

"The sacrificial competition begins!"

Huber spoke one side in the native language of the barren people, and the other side in the language of the Azure Empire.

On the high platform, Hou Bai came to the ring and said:

"I will be the judge for the warriors of the Aragami! I hope that the warriors of the Aragami can present a magnificent battle for the great Aragami!"

The strong man standing in the waiting area glanced at everyone, and when he glanced at Mo Xiaobai, he paused.

Mo Xiaobai's fighting strength is too exaggerated, and he still has lingering fears now.

By the way...the patriarch and the priests don't know, will they be frightened?

He couldn't help thinking about what was there and what was not.

"Okay, the big competition has started, go up and compete according to the number. Duan Yubo, Lin Yongchun!"

Two young men came out.

One is an Eidolon in leather armor, and the other is an elf in a robe.

All of them are at the peak of the four orifices.

The two looked at each other, sparks flickering in their eyes.

On the ring, Hou Bai saw the two of them, smiled and said:

"I invite two Rage God Warriors to the ring!"

Duan Yubo and Lin Yongchun entered the ring.

Huber glanced at the two of them, and said:

"The competition begins."

With that said, he withdrew from the ring.

On the ring with a radius of more than 200 meters, there were only Duan Yubo and Lin Yongchun.

The two looked at each other, and the original force surged around them.

Holding two daggers in his hands, Duan Yubo, a Yeling man, grinned: "Brother, although the chances of getting into the top ten are not high, it would be too embarrassing if you can't win even one game."

"I'm going to win this round."

Lin Yongchun smiled slightly:

"That's what I want to say too."

"It's useless to talk, so let's start."

Just as Duan Yubo finished his last words, his body suddenly disappeared.

Rare original skill, dark walker.

Lin Yongchun was taken aback, his face changed slightly.

"Dark elemental affinity?!"

Generally, the original skills with stealth type are basically compatible with dark elements.

Come and go without a trace, especially troublesome.

Lin Yongchun's face was solemn, and water curtain shields appeared in front of him.

Rare original technology, multiple water shields.

At the same time, the staff in his hand hit the ground.

Boom!

Layers of mist spread in all directions.

Legendary original technique, fog field.

Just when the mist field spread over half of the area, a black shadow suddenly appeared behind him.

Legendary original skill, blade of darkness.

Above the two daggers, a jet-black light flickered.

Duan Yubo stabbed Lin Yongchun's neck with the dagger.

boom! !

The short sword collided with multiple water shields. After all, the water shield was only a rare level of defensive original skill, and it was torn apart after being resisted for a moment.

And at this moment, Lin Yongchun had come to his senses.

Watermarks appeared in his eyes, and the fog field suddenly became turbulent.

At the same time, a terrifying black water wave gushed out in all directions centered on him.

Legendary original technique, backwater tide.

The sudden stagnant water tide made Duan Yubo's face change slightly, his short sword slashed behind the black water waves, and flew out backwards by the reaction force.

His body disappeared again.

At this moment, Lin Yongchun sneered.

"In my fog field, do you still want to be invisible?"

With a wave of his staff, water guns shot in one direction.

Clang, clang, clang! !

In the air, the force suddenly surged, smashing the water gun into pieces.

Duan Yubo's body appeared.

He looked at the mist clinging to the surface of his leather armor, and frowned:

"Sloppy."

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