Edward's abrupt resignation did not cause much of a stir. This person has a gentle temperament, and his relationship with his colleagues is neither far nor close, so everyone sighs a few times at most, but no one helps him to hold a departure celebration. If Lucy hadn't gone on vacation, the departure party might have been held.

When he got home from work, Qingyi turned on his computer and browsed the forum. In addition to the competitive tournament, the biggest news is related to the Twilight Empire. The Dusk Empire has introduced the "Necro Lease Contract", which allows holders of this item to sign a contract of employment with undead creatures. Except, of course, clerics and paladins, who must never be associated with necromantic creatures for the sake of class templates.

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After a meeting, Qingyi left Brian and Diesel behind.

"Diesel, get that thing out."

"What's that?" The technical director was also a little curious, looked at it for a while, and laughed: "Necromantic lease contract? Did you write it from Diesel? It's reasonable, it's concise, and it's flawless. But...... It's shocking, isn't it? The Dark Church and the Holy See will definitely jump out against it. Brian added.

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As it stands, the Necromantic Lease is quite popular, but Necromancer players have complained that it is too much of a disruption and completely detrimental to their interests. Money is paramount, and Qingyi is too lazy to care about the life or death of these slave owners. As for those clergy who were jealous that others had a "necromantic lease contract", Qingyi directly ignored it.

While eating pizza, Qingyi picked out some competitive competition videos to watch. "Gospel" players can search for it on YouTube, but other servers only have Great God Videos. But that's enough, for the current Qingyi, watching the game of ordinary players will only feel boring. He deliberately chose the great gods who had contact with him, because he could at least understand a little bit more than those he didn't know.

The style of the great god of Yu Qingfeng is strange and complementary. He stood still from time to time, striking only with six flying swords; sometimes holding a sword and deceiving and assassinating; Sometimes upright, upright, and discerning; Sometimes the sword goes off the rails and is unexpected. Regardless, every switch between sword moves is extremely smooth (in the player's words, no hitstun time), and to the beholder - and even the enemy - it's an artistic treat! This extremely smooth and flawless combat technique is his biggest capital to occupy the world's first throne, "starting and turning". Although his face is not particularly handsome, every time he wields a sword light, it will attract the attention of the audience.

The White Night Streamer God is still domineering. He implements the concept of "offense is the best defense" all the time, slashing, crushing, and sweeping with thunder and sword light, completely crushing the enemy's confidence! He was invincible when he was casual, and when he showed the slightest interest, he would kill his enemies in three seconds, not even half a second. When he threw the thunderbolt, the audience fell silent, as if the thunder had overwhelmed all sounds.

On occasions with a small area of activity, a heavy sniper rifle with a rock trigger is useless, but at this point, who else will be particularly dependent on foreign objects? Even if the White Night Streamer is only holding a novice sword in his hand, the guys below the third turn can't expect to be able to beat him. The rock trigger is holding two small pistols and accurately hitting the enemy's eyes and throats to complete the one-hit kill. The time it takes for him to end the battle depends on how long the enemy can hold out without revealing flaws, and unfortunately, under the "abstraction", the profession below the third turn is full of flaws.

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These competitions are so exciting that when Qingyi finished watching them, he found that the pizza in his hand was no longer delicious. He looked at the time again, it was already eight o'clock, which was much later than usual! So he didn't want to continue to enjoy the event, so he immediately sorted out the food and put on his helmet.

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Elven Camp.

People are busy, packing gear, or doing warm-up exercises. If you want to increase your chances of survival in a big war, these preparations are indispensable.

Suddenly, a joyous song came from far and near. It was performed by the soft female voice, which gave this camp a touch of tenderness out of thin air. The warriors cast their eyes in the direction from which the song came, only to see a group of elves with their faces coming. These newcomers were extraordinarily arrogant, or pinched their handkerchiefs to cover their noses, or walked cautiously on tiptoe, in short, writing the word "disgust" on their faces. Somehow, the elven warriors exposed to the sight of the new people consciously tidyed up their appearance, as if their hair was messed up and they would be criticized.

The elven warrior who led the way quickly walked to the elven old man: "Elder, the envoy from the royal court has arrived. ”

The elven envoy was a woman (she was the one who sang), she walked at the head of the team, and wore a blue silk dress that was more ornamental than protective, and at a glance she was of extraordinary status; Her silky hair was brushed back like a pale golden waterfall; The forehead ring is formed with green vine, which adds a bit of ethereal; With an oval face and slightly thick lips, she has a classical atmosphere, like a fairy walking down from a pottery. It was impossible to tell the elf's age from the outside, but the envoy's calm eyes told others that she was already a certain age and experience, and she was not a little girl who could be fooled. If Qingyi was there, he would definitely feel that this elf was very familiar.

"Hello, let me introduce myself. I am the supreme person in charge of this reinforcement, and I would like to represent the royal court and the Council of Elders, and I have come to participate in the war. The envoy folded his hands over his chest and gracefully performed the etiquette of the elves. When I saw the bloody soldiers fighting just now, I couldn't help but sing a song for them, don't be surprised. ”

The elven old man who did not smile also replied: "Hello, I am the patriarch of 'Green Field', and I am now the supreme leader of the army. But ......"

He gestured to the boy in a beachsuit sitting in an armchair in the distance: "That's the Supreme Commander." ”

'Oh?' The liar's bald eagle, I have heard of it a little, and sure enough, people are not to be seen. The elven envoy glanced at the bald eagle and smiled at the old man, "This forest is not bad, but I don't know where is the resting place for us?" The thirty I brought with me are all elites. ”

"I'll have you there."

"Thank you for your thoughtfulness. Ah, I've always liked secluded places, so please worry about it. But the envoy did not move.

"You're welcome." Being stared at motionless by the envoy, the old man had no choice but to say, "I'll take you there." ”

"Thank you. Also, please prepare some hot water. We all need to relax. ”

"Uh...... I'm not the only one in charge here, don't you know—"

"I'm very tired, if there's anything, let's talk about it tomorrow." The envoy smiled.

After the men left, a sneer came from a tree in the camp. It was a tall elven man sitting on a tree trunk and cutting wood, shirtless, wearing only a pair of dark green shorts with blue bramble stripes, and his hair tied in a ponytail; He has deep bags under his eyes, and eyes sharper than any falcon; He had several narrow scars on his face, which were not disfigured, but enough to make the beauty-loving elf kill himself; He also had old wounds on his chest, back, and arms, and I really didn't know if he had ever rolled off the knife mountain. In a word, he was less like an elf and more like an orc. He is the elven leader of the Savage Realm.

Chikami, who was sitting under the tree and sorting out his backpack, looked up: "What are you laughing at?" ”

"That envoy didn't even look at me, it's so majestic!" I'm very tired, what's the matter, let's talk about it tomorrow' - put on a shelf until the 'gospel' comes, haha! The ponytail elf man's wrist flicked, and the wood had been cut into more than a dozen wooden arrows. He licked the scar at the corner of his mouth as he smiled, and his pupils widened in the dark environment, making him look wild.

"I didn't expect you to be so wrong with her." Chikami took off her hat and pushed the sawdust off it.

The pony-tailed elf man put the wooden arrows on his leg and began to sharpen a new batch: "I don't care, it's because she dislikes me." ”

"Is this the so-called emotional entanglement of middle-aged men and women......

"Fart! She and I only met for the first time! It's really hard to hear such vulgar swearing from the elf's mouth, but looking at the ponytail elf man's tone, it is obvious that it is easy to come.

"Whatever, anyway, I don't care about the private life of my uncle and aunt." Chikami stretched and shouted, "Bald Eagle! Did you watch today's game? ”

He shouted three times in a row before the bald eagle said, "What's so good about the courage and ruthlessness of a group of combat professionals." ”

After a while, the elven old man returned, his usually cold and hard face was unprecedentedly distorted, and the expression he presented should be called "crying and laughing" or "laughing and laughing". He came to Bald Eagle and said, "I heard that there is a war on our side, and the royal court has sent less than fifty elites, each of whom is a high-level elite, and a few are famous figures. ”

"It's true that they're all characters, but it's not a big deal if the eyes are above the top." The pony-tailed elf man had come to the two of them at some point. The soles of his feet do not know if there are feline pads, because he walks silently, and not even the blades of grass make a soft noise for him.

"'Hungry Beast', you're not someone who can speak cool words." The old man said.

"Uncle, you know, I hate them, but I can't kill them. For those who can't be killed, don't I even have the right to say cool things? The pony-tailed elf man licked the scar at the corner of his mouth and smiled.

"From the royal court, it is inevitable to be squeamish...... It's not like us. If I had the opportunity to choose, I would also like to be born under the World Tree. ”

The pony-tailed elf man put away his smile and looked at the void intently: "Who isn't?" ”

A small elf camp has gathered the three forces of the "Gospel" tribal warriors, the elite of the Savage Secret Realm, and the elite of the royal court, and the three parties cannot be said to be monolithic, although they are all elves with strong roots. This is not a big problem for Bald Eagle, after all, he is a war tycoon, and "let all arms fight together" is considered a basic skill. The real problem is that "Qiankun" is like the real world, and it is not necessarily a good thing to have new chess pieces added to the chessboard.

The only thing that can be known is that the game is getting more and more interesting.