Make the dragon great again

Chapter 198 The Sage's Heart (Fill)
[Sky City] The voice of the mysterious sage echoed over the entire enclosed plain.

"...Fight! Until the last person."

Fellman, the middle-aged adventurer, and other adventurers of all kinds heard this voice, and no matter what they felt in their hearts, they knew at this moment that this "His Excellency the Sage" arranged for the battle for treasure and the extraordinary The contest of power has already begun.

Most people rushed to the depths of the plain immediately after discovering that the "air wall" had disappeared.

According to the inscription on the stone tablet, there are a large number of treasure chests hidden on this plain, similar to the trap rooms in the previous dungeon, a large number of enchanted artifacts, magic ores, and gold and silver treasures are waiting for them to discover.

Especially those buildings that are very conspicuous on this plain, no need to think about it, there must be the easiest place to find treasure chests, adventurers who are confident in their own strength, put the first target on the nearest building things.

As for the few aliens, adventurers like Fehrman whose main purpose is not wealth and power, under the influence of a certain spiritual force field covering the entire plain, the desire to find treasure chests in their hearts has also become eager to move...

"Idiots will go to those buildings in the center of the plain. There will definitely be a lot of brainless idiots gathered there. No matter how strong they are, they will have a high risk of being eliminated under siege."

Felman muttered to himself, instead of heading towards the seemingly "rich" buildings in the center of the plain, he searched around the periphery.

"Let them fight to the death in the center of the plain. I just need to fight the autumn wind on the outside. When they are almost eliminated, I will enter the top ten."

The closed plain that serves as the competition venue does not have dense vegetation. Apart from relying on the undulations of the terrain itself, there are not many safe places to hide.

Fairman walked for a while in the sparse woods outside, and was very lucky to find a treasure chest in a hidden corner, and obtained several pieces of magic ore with good purity.

"This is much easier than the previous dungeon maze!"

Holding a fist-sized sapphire and tossing it in his hand, Fehrman felt a little proud.

Although Fairman is several kilometers away from the buildings in the center of the plain, the battles between the Transcendents are not small. In addition, the sound can travel farther in the wilderness, so there are explosions from the center of the plain from time to time. The sound, as well as the roar of falling rocks from the collapse of the building, let Fehrman know that several encounters had already broken out there.

"Let's fight, let's fight, it's best to get all bloody and eliminate them all, what a bunch of idiots!"

Fehrman is a little proud. He enjoys adventures rather than simple battles. Like this, watching others fight in a mysterious small world while digging for treasures by himself is very interesting.

However, he was not happy for long, and he met another person who seemed to be as attentive as himself.

In a certain sparse forest, Fehrman looked at the bald middle-aged adventurer in front of him, and silently put away the bag at his waist to store his belongings.

"My friend, you are the same as me. You don't plan to participate in the battle, and wait for them to eliminate each other until there are only ten people left while hunting for treasure?"

Fairman asked tentatively.

But the eyes of the middle-aged adventurer were on the luggage that Fehrman wanted to hide, which made Fehrman vigilant.

Just when Fehrman was about to say something, the middle-aged adventurer had cyan wind-attribute energy rising from his body, and then he directly pulled out the two battle axes from his waist. [Savage Charge] Sprints towards Fairman.

Damn, is a madman!
And judging from the vitality fluctuations emitted by the other party, this is still a lunatic whose strength has reached the third level, at least the gold level.

Although Fehrman's rating in the Adventurer's Guild has reached the gold level, it is because he has completed many high-risk commissions that no one in the silver level is willing to accept, so he has obtained the gold level In fact, he is still only a second-order transcendent.

However, his profession is [Ranger] after all. This scout-type profession born out of [Elf Ranger] is very good at maneuvering. Therefore, although there is a big difference in realm, Fehrman still narrowly avoided the Berserker. first round of impact.

"Hey, buddy, you're already a third-tier berserker, why don't you just go to the center of the plain? There are many people, frequent battles, and more treasure chests, so that's more suitable for you!"

While dodging the opponent's follow-up attack, Fairman tried to persuade the opponent not to target him.

But unfortunately, this bald middle-aged man ignored him at all. The two battle axes in his hands became faster and faster, and his footsteps became more and more sensitive. Obviously, it was the inherent ability of the [Berserker] profession after reaching the second level [Battle Frenzy] , are gradually superimposed.

Fehrman, who had been taken from the initiative and fell into a passive position all the time, is suffering beyond words now. Facing the berserker whose state has been stacked, he has no way to open a distance to escape after losing the initiative. Even the talking I don't have any leeway, and if I lose my mind for a moment, I will be hit.

"I, I will give you everything..."

Fellman raised his dagger to take the axe from the opponent, and took this opportunity to finally open his mouth to say a word.

However, the middle-aged adventurer was unmoved at all, and was about to stab Fairman in the waist with the battle ax in his other hand.

Felman, who was struggling to block another tomahawk, was unable to cope with the fatal blow. He was about to be stabbed by the sharp thorns on the blade of the axe. shrouded inside.

In the blink of an eye, Fehrman, who was shrouded in white light, disappeared, and the middle-aged adventurer's two battle axes hit the air.

The few magical gemstones that Fehrman kept in his waist bag before were also dropped on the ground, not only that, but also a [Wind Protection] pendant...

On the periphery of [City of the Sky], on the platform in front of the stone door that Ferman entered [City of the Sky], a white light lit up, and Ferman, who was still holding his sword to block and with a desperate expression on his face, was captured sent directly here.

"Huh? I'm not dead?"

Fehrman reached out and touched himself to make sure that no parts were missing.

"By the way, those inscriptions."

He remembered the "rules of the game" on the stele, and understood why he came back here.

At this time, Fehrman has discovered that he has returned to the previous platform, and found that the floating islands that were originally hundreds of meters away have become closer to [Sky City], and the distance is only tens of meters away. The rice ranges.

Fehrman's companions also found him. Under their call, Fehrman returned to the floating island through the rope he had bound two sections of before.

Facing the companions who came to inquire, as well as other adventurers who came to inquire, Fairman recovered from the confusion of the previous battle, and excitedly introduced to them what he saw inside [Sky City] heard.

"...Compared to the previous dungeons, the treasure chests in [Sky City] are easier to find, and there are definitely more treasure chests. It's just a pity that I met that lunatic too early, otherwise I would have made it to the top ten and found More treasure chests!"

People around screamed in surprise, whispering and discussing the internal situation of [Sky City] described by Fehrman.

"This seems to be some kind of selection?"

"Nonsense, don't all the inscriptions say it? Only the strongest can see His Majesty the Sage and receive the gift of power. Isn't that selection?"

"I am more concerned about those treasure chests. After all, not everyone can be number one. Those treasure chests waiting for us to discover are what most people want."

"But the question is how to bring them out..."

At the center of the topic of discussion among the crowd, when it turned to "how to bring out the income", no one noticed that there was a flash of white light in the bag on Fairman's waist.

This is a stingy dungeon master. After hearing the discussion among the crowd, he realized that he was withholding the loot so much that it might seriously dampen the enthusiasm of the passers-by, so he secretly stuffed the things back...

"By the way, Ferman, what did you find inside?"

Facing his companion's questioning, Fairman quickly opened his bag.

"Look, there are three gemstones that only need to be cut and polished, and then can be inlaid directly... Hey, why are there so few? I remember that I found a total of seven gemstones. Why are there only three smallest ones left? "

"Pure corundum of this quality is indeed from the hands of His Excellency the Sage..."

No one cares that Fairman's harvest is getting less, after all, as much as he can bring out is earned.

Outside the crowd, Karen and Old Sam watched all this.

Old Sam really wanted to surround him, but both he and Karen were famous "dungeon passers", and Karen didn't move, so he was too embarrassed to go over and wanted to maintain his superior demeanor.

"You said...that Lord City Lord, what do you want to do?" Old Sam asked.

"I don't know, but it seems that this kind of selection will continue. In the future, I am afraid that more and more people will be bestowed with the power of Your Excellency the Sage just like us."

Karen's expression is a bit complicated. He has always been proud of his status as a "clearer", but in the new mode of [Castle in the Sky], every time a hundred people battle, one person who can be bestowed with power is destined to be determined. Sooner or later, the status of "passer" will become less rare.

"This is going to change!"

Old Sam sighed again, and continued:

"If the competition in [Castle in the Sky], or the selection? This method is carried out continuously, then every new passer means the birth of a third-level transcendent, and it is even possible It's the fourth level... In a few years, the eastern part of the continent, no, the entire continent, the number of high-end transcendents in the entire continent will reach a number that no one could have imagined before."

Karen agrees with this.

"That's right, from this point of view, what His Excellency the Sage is doing seems to be increasing the number of high-end extraordinary people in the Sirias Continent?"

Karen thought of Mr. Edmund, that old gentleman who was a peak heroic magician of the fifth rank. Over the years, he has become more and more unfathomable. Maybe he has already touched the [Legendary] with the help of His Excellency the Sage. edge.

"Not only the number of high-end superhumans, but even the upper limit of superhumans will be gradually increased..."

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To be continued, change first and then change.

And at night...

(End of this chapter)