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Chapter 1301 - 955, Dragged Into Trouble

Chapter 1301: Chapter 955, Dragged Into Trouble

Wu Heng’s words made the air instantly freeze.

The Elf Leader’s pupils narrowed slightly, "If Wu Heng’s guess is correct, then this Special Item has a certain level of consciousness. It heard your argument and then... rewrote the script."

"Oh, come on!" the Dwarf Leader said, "We’ve used it before, and nothing like this has ever happened. Isn’t it just the way the game’s plot has developed?"

Despite saying so, the dwarf’s face also looked very serious.

If it really is as they guessed, that it can make them kill each other, then this game is quite eerie.

Wu Heng glanced at the Religious Leader, and the latter also looked over here. The two exchanged glances, both sensing the murderous intent in each other’s eyes.

If the game can indeed achieve such an effect, it’s a good opportunity to kill the opponent.

"Although it’s just a guess, I think it’s indeed possible. We should make preparations to avoid uncontrollable losses," the Elf Leader said in a low voice.

The situation suddenly became complicated.

Just when Wu Heng agreed to the terms, the game put both of them in a state of impending battle.

It even felt as if the half-transparent host nearby was casting a mocking glance their way.

"Not much time left on the countdown," the Religious Leader licked his dry lips and glanced over here, "This time the assessment focuses on the Strength attribute; those relying on little tricks will have to show their true colors."

His words were filled with more confidence than before.

He stood up straighter.

In real-world combat, he couldn’t beat Wu Heng, but this game is about comparing attributes.

No combat skills, no external interference, even if the opponent showed Strength not typical for his profession.

But in the end, he’s a Magic Profession, and his Strength can’t compare to Close Combat Professions.

Wu Heng gave him a glance, "This is conjecture. Aren’t you afraid the game remains what it is, and once it’s over I keep beating you up?"

"Hmph!" The Religious Leader hesitated with his words and started to look unsure.

Wu Heng continued, "My Strength isn’t inferior to Close Combat Professions. If you want to choose sides, the two leaders should stand with me for a better chance of winning."

The countdown continued.

The Elf Leader didn’t pay attention to their argument, looking at the Dwarf Leader, "Since the plot has changed, can we choose not to pick sides, or tell the host to stop the two from fighting?"

Finishing, he glanced at the silent, waiting half-transparent figure.

The dwarf said, "We can try, but I think it’s unlikely. The game’s not that free."

The Elf Leader continued, "Then, my suggestion is, we choose the same side. If uncontrollable factors appear, we can intervene."

The implication was clear, to increase the chance of victory for one side.

Even if the other side was really killed by the game, they could stop the remaining person and destroy the body or kill the soul.

Their task was clear, to ensure both Wu Heng and the Religious Leader could survive.

The two spoke directly like this.

Completely unconcerned that Wu Heng and the Religious Leader could hear.

"Stand with me; a hero’s death is no small matter. Reducing some losses," the Religious Leader spoke directly.

Wu Heng continued to look at the chessboard.

According to the information from the narrator, the victory criteria this time is Strength.

It’s a comparison of attribute sizes; whoever has the higher Strength wins.

If it’s simply each person comparing Strength separately, then he’s not worried at all.

If the Strength of the three on the other side were combined, then he definitely couldn’t win.

The second possibility was unlikely; if it were the second case, then highlighting the fight between the two of them would be meaningless.

It’s very likely the first, where each compares Strength separately.

But this brings up another issue. If he wins with Strength, killing all three on the other side would be even more troublesome.

Who knows how many heroes the association still has.

"Two Leaders, Gold and Silver Island has Strengthening Potions, giving me full confidence to surpass him," Wu Heng also began to recruit allies.

At this moment, the dwarf continued, "I received Exemption Scrolls after the last game, allowing us to skip one plot, two in total, one for each of us."

Both people trying to recruit allies were stunned for a moment, then simultaneously closed their mouths.

Having such a thing, why not use it sooner.

"Isn’t there a tool to let them directly skip?" the Elf Leader continued to ask.

"No, becoming a hero has used it only a few times, just these two, and I’m not sure if they can be used." The dwarf spoke quickly.

There’s not much time left on the countdown.

"Use them directly," said the Elf Leader.

The dwarf nodded and said to the host, "I have Exemption Scrolls, let me and the elf skip this selection phase, and not participate in the fight between the two."

The host dramatically resumed the narration.

[The air in the room froze; the dwarf pulled out a bag of mead, and the elf lazily leaned by the window, seemingly with no intention to participate in the fight.]

[The united adventurer team, when faced with crisis, finds that vows and trust are as fragile as poor Armor.]

The narrator’s tone suddenly turned grave, [Strength steadfast...]

The Religious Leader snorted coldly, looking over with a teasing gaze.

Ready to make a comeback.

[The scholar’s hand, which ought to hold a pen, grabs the Priest’s throat like an iron clamp!]

The narration began.

Apart from Wu Heng, the other three opened their eyes wide.

What’s happening?

Is his Strength really higher than Saidu’s?

The narration continued, [The human scholar’s arm suddenly bulged with veins, the Divine Oracle Scripture scattered all over the ground, the Holy Emblem snapped in half under the weight of a foot.]