Is the closed beta test of King of Loque over? The official release is here!

(PS: Slightly modified, instead of a week, we'll speed things up and finish in five days.)

Turing paused, his gaze slowly sweeping over the three teams.

"The time will come when the winner is decided."

Upon hearing this, a surge of hope welled up in Song Chen's heart.

There's still a chance.

There was one more time.

He breathed a slight sigh of relief, his tense shoulders relaxing imperceptibly. As long as there were special events, with his intellect and the team's overall strength, a comeback was not impossible.

At least, that's what he thinks.

The three teams dispersed and returned to their respective "workstations" to continue their daily work.

-

Time flew by, and it was evening.

Inside the log cabin of the Wood Tribe, warm yellow light spilled from the wooden lamp, casting long shadows of the four people.

"Phew—the third day of work is over too."

Murong Jiao casually sat down on the low stool covered with animal skin, stretched out a big yawn, and her yellow twin ponytails swayed back and forth with her movements.

She counted on her fingers, a smug smile spreading across her face.

"We currently have a lead of over a hundred points over the Bone Clan and over two hundred points over the Stone Clan. If nothing unexpected happens, we should be in the bag!"

Murong Sha sat opposite her, her blue ponytail hanging quietly behind her shoulder, her tone as steady as ever.

"There's a special event on the last day. Be careful."

"Annoying—" Murong Jiao pouted, looking dissatisfied. "If only this were the only special event! We would definitely be number one!"

Murong Sha was not affected by her little temper. A thoughtful glint flashed in her blue eyes as she slowly spoke.

"Anyway, judging from this competition, points will definitely be useful, and the more points the better. As for the so-called first place in the competition, there is a high probability that it will also give a special boost to the points in the end. So, special events are a good thing."

Her analysis was as calm and well-reasoned as ever.

After listening, Murong Jiao tilted her head, thought for a moment, and then waved her hand, her tone carrying a coquettish compromise.

"Okay, okay, Sasha is right."

She stood up, stretched her slightly sore arms, and yawned.

"Alright, alright, I'm tired, let's rest."

Mo Fan leaned against the corner of the wall, nodded slightly upon hearing this, and turned off the panel.

Fang Xu also stood up and stretched his wrists. After a whole day of delicate work at the carpenter's shop, his hands were indeed a bit stiff.

As night deepened, the lights in the wooden cabins gradually went out.

-

the other side.

Inside the Bone Clan's main house, the atmosphere was as lively as if it were Chinese New Year.

The campfire crackled and popped, casting a rosy glow on everyone's faces, and their excitement was even more intense than the flames themselves.

"Brother Niu is awesome!"

"Brother Niu is awesome!"

"Long live Brother Niu!"

Tie Dan roared, his shiny head reflecting a dazzling light in the firelight, so excited he almost jumped onto the roof beam.

The other team members were not to be outdone, each shouting louder than the last, vying to express their admiration for their leader.

"Our props weren't very good, the lucky clover was useless, but luckily our Brother Niu had great wisdom, which allowed us to score so many points!"

"That stone collecting book idea is brilliant! Who would have thought of specifically collecting stones? Only Brother Niu could have come up with that!"

"Although we didn't get first place, we're not bad at all!" Tie Dan slapped his thigh, his voice booming. "We'll work harder in the next special event and have a chance to overtake them!"

Chapter 217 Barbecue?

"That's right!"

Niu Kuang sat on the largest animal hide, arms crossed, listening to his underlings' constant flattery, grinning like a 200-pound baby.

He slapped the ground with his large, fan-like hand, making a muffled "bang," and roared like a bell.

"Listen up, all of you! Today was just a warm-up! The next special event will be our real showdown! Then, no matter what game it is, I'll lead you guys to first place!"

"it is good!"

The cheers nearly lifted the dome of the Bone House.

Er Mao leaned against the corner, lazily yawning, but the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned.

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the other side.

Stone Clan Camp.

The atmosphere was as heavy as if it were filled with lead.

The seven team members sat together, but no one spoke. Occasionally, the firewood in the fire crackled, its sharp sound particularly jarring in the deathly silence.

Song Chen sat in the main seat, his face gloomy.

After a long silence, he finally spoke, his voice hoarse, yet he tried his best to maintain the composure expected of a leader.

"Our points are currently lagging behind."

His gaze swept over the crowd, his tone neither hurried nor slow.

"However, this is only temporary. There will be another special event next time. We can try harder next time, and there will still be a chance."

After he finished speaking, no one responded.

Song Chen made no mention of his poor decision-making in Locke Miner—wasting all three explosives in the third level and wasting a lot of time on the lucky bag in the second level.

In his view, a leader should be able to recognize and correct mistakes, but not admit them.

Admitting a mistake is tantamount to showing weakness in front of subordinates. And once weakness is shown, it is impossible to regain the authority of a leader.

Lin Sen pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, the lenses reflecting flickering firelight, obscuring the emotions in his eyes. He didn't reply, only nodding slightly, his expression as gentle as ever.

"Alright." Song Chen stood up and patted off non-existent dust from his clothes. "It's getting late, let's rest."

The crowd dispersed in silence.

-

The next two days passed uneventfully.

The three teams fought independently, accumulating points day after day according to the rhythm they had figured out.

At the Wood Clan's hut, Mo Fan's medicine-making skills became increasingly proficient, and the pets' logging and irrigation efficiency also stabilized. Murong Sha and Murong Jiao worked together seamlessly in the carpentry shop, while Fang Xu's Sea Flash Star irrigation techniques had also reached a level of perfection.

On the Bone Clan's side, Tie Dan's wooden hammer continued to be used enthusiastically in the carpenter's backyard every day, while Er Mao's saw wheel maintained a steady output in the forest. Niu Kuang, on the other hand, relied on his brute strength to maintain a high score in the Bone Grinding Workshop.

As for the Stone Clan, Song Chen's team continued their work methodically in the quarry. Although the atmosphere remained somber, everyone was burning with anticipation—waiting for the final special event to turn the tide.

In the blink of an eye, it's the fifth day.

The morning sunlight pierced through the canopy of the giant trees, casting dappled light and shadow on the ground of Pandonog.

Everyone's task panel lit up at the same time, and that familiar golden light reappeared.

[Clan Games Day 5 - The final special competition event is about to begin.]

[Score summary for the three teams:]

【木族：77+83+86+86+616=948】

【骨族：49+92+92+92+524=849】

【石族：71+91+91+91+412=765】

Without a doubt, the Wood Clan remains in the lead.

Leading the Bone Clan by 99 points and the Stone Clan by 183 points.

The gap isn't huge, but it's not insignificant either. If the score in the final special event is high enough, a comeback isn't impossible.

Today is also the day when the final special event missions will be available.

The question of which of the three races will ultimately emerge victorious in this competition will be decided in this event.

-

Pandonog Central Market.

When the three teams arrived one after another, the three tribal chiefs were already standing side by side in the center of the market.

The Wood Clan's Flying Axe, the Stone Clan's Turing, and the Bone Clan's Great Bone.

The three men looked even more solemn than before, as if the announcement they were about to make concerned the fate of the entire tribe.

The eighteen players were divided into three camps and stood in the open space of the market.

Their gazes met, intentionally or unintentionally.

Murong Jiao stood with her hands on her hips, her yellow twin ponytails swaying gently in the morning breeze. She had a confident smile on her face, but a hint of nervousness was also in her eyes.

Niu Kuang stood with his arms crossed, like an iron tower, his rugged face filled with determination.

Song Chen straightened his collar, his expression calm, but his clenched fists betrayed the turmoil within him.

This is the last chance.

For everyone.

Turing's gaze slowly swept over the three teams, his cloudy eyes like two pebbles washed by a river for thousands of years, deep and ancient.

He spoke.