“I know. I’ll go check with the Golden Witch about this later.”
Understanding everyone’s difficulties, Olf nodded. He then used his card to contact his people and have them negotiate with Bei Adolis.
While an order of a hundred thousand didn't seem large enough to require a big boss like him to intervene personally, the other party was, after all, the Witch of the Tower.
Furthermore, she had said they would ‘start with a hundred thousand,’ implying there would be further cooperation in the future.
Under these circumstances, it was only reasonable for Olf to handle the arrangements himself.
“Huh?”
Just as the two finished their business talk, Gu Xiaobei, who was standing nearby, let out a cry of surprise.
“What’s wrong?”
Startled, Olf immediately turned to look at her.
“Nothing, it’s just that Alice’s attack was too eerie. It ended in a flash, and I couldn't even tell what happened.”
Gu Xiaobei was currently feeling very frustrated.
She had originally intended to observe her enemies, but the match had ended before she even had time to get her head in the game.
If Alice hadn't wasted time flying around aimlessly in the air, it might have ended even sooner.
However, while she was complaining, Ruan Qingyi was also voicing her own grievances.
“The witch over here is the same. It feels like the loser lost for no reason, and the winner won for no reason.”
In the time it took for them to have a short conversation, the two witches from the High Tower Clan on the arena below had already finished their battles.
Those who wanted to watch closely were left completely bewildered.
One opponent had fallen fast asleep like a weary youth.
The other was even more baffling; the opponent simply vanished into thin air.
Regarding this, Lan Qingyou could only say there was nothing she could do. She knew their abilities, but she simply couldn't reveal them.
To be honest.
Lan Qingyou, who had wanted to show off a bit, felt it was a pity that the three witches who came weren't from three different power systems.
But on second thought, the fact that they didn't come meant that at least two systems hadn't been exposed on a large scale.
Most outsiders seeing the witches would only develop a ‘that’s probably how it is’ mindset.
Even if they knew there were different systems, they would never know about the three systems she had roughly categorized. That could be considered a trump card that was barely presentable.
After all, everyone currently assumed that witches fought using eerie, mid-to-long-range magic attacks.
If a witch suddenly engaged in close-quarters combat during a fight, the enemy would definitely be thrown into a panic.
This would create an opening for the witches to attack.
“It’s my turn.”
After Alice and Nangong Lengyue’s battles ended, Gu Xiaobei stood up boredly and waved to everyone.
However, at that moment, Ingrid also stood up.
“Hey, what a coincidence. I have a match too.”
“It’s not going to be another internal war, is it?”
Gu Xiaobei’s face clouded over.
The battle between Lan Qingyou and Vivian earlier had followed this exact pattern.
If the same thing happened again now, wouldn't that be the death of her?
Moreover, her opponent was Ingrid.
This woman was incredibly skilled with rune stones; Gu Xiaobei feared she would be pummeled to death within a minute of stepping onto the stage.
How was she supposed to last five minutes then?
“Sun, if we end up facing each other, give me five minutes. Once the five minutes are up, I’ll surrender automatically. How about it?”
Gu Xiaobei, who was determined to spite Vivian, had already thought of a way to cheat.
Since it was an internal war, couldn't they just agree on things beforehand?
“Sure, but during those five minutes, you’ll need to be my test subject.”
“...”
Since it was an agreement, there naturally had to be a give-and-take. Gu Xiaobei had no reason to object to the condition Ingrid proposed.
It was just a five-minute test, after all.
Although they had a professional tester like Li Huai in the group, he wasn't always available.
Therefore, many people’s research experiments were actually backlogged.
Even though everyone now had their own clans, not just anyone was qualified for such a position.
So... Gu Xiaobei, the forest elf Clan Leader who needed a favor, became Ingrid’s best test subject for the moment.
Having reached an agreement, the two entered the arena.
As they left, the people at the villa started a small discussion.
The topic was this matter of ‘internal wars.’
“I think it’s very likely. I noticed just now that The Masquerade also had two people eliminated in internal wars, and there were a few other Clan Leaders too.”
“So, it seems the world consciousness is intentionally making us fight each other?”
“Who knows? It’s hard to say. After all, I’m not that close with the world consciousness.”
“Speaking of the world consciousness, doesn't the Tower often listen to the Holy Voice? You should be quite familiar with it. Why don't you tell us if this is possible?”
“Familiar my ass. That thing isn't something you can communicate with.”
Lan Qingyou, not expecting someone to drag her into this discussion, cursed with a sour face.
One could tell from her tone that she had no reverence whatsoever for the world consciousness.
“Do you think it’s possible that the platforms aren't interconnected, and each platform will crown a champion to be ranked?”
Hmm?
Although the discussion was heated, someone offered a different opinion.
The introduction of this viewpoint immediately drew the attention of those who were discussing the internal wars.
That’s right!
Why hadn't they thought of that!
Three versus three—didn't that make for a perfect one-to-one fit?
“What you’re saying isn't impossible. After all, there’s a significant difference in strength between everyone.”
“...Then doesn't that mean we need to send people to occupy Tier 2 and Tier 3 to potentially take all of the top three spots?”
Lan Qingyou frowned slightly.
“Who knows? Regardless, it’s never wrong to arrange for people to go in first.”
“I actually think it’s possible. After all, a race that possesses high, middle, and low-tier combat power can be seen as a comprehensive display of that race’s strength.”
“I envy you all with your large businesses. For a small race like mine with only ten thousand people, it’s a bit difficult to gather three combatants for the high, middle, and low tiers—especially for the middle tier.”
Frenna, the Succubus Clan Leader, let out a long sigh.
She could fill the high-tier slot herself and find someone for the low tier, but the middle tier was a bit awkward to fill.
Logically, the three witches under Lan Qingyou should have been middle-tier.
But based on the combat power they displayed, they were definitely top-tier existences.
Was it because they weren't Clan Leaders?
Forget it, no use overthinking it. Hadn't she seen the others from the Tower already pulling out their cards?
In short, find people first and worry about the rest later.
“Hiss—wait! If we’re teleported to Tier 3, won't the Empress, the Moon, and I be in danger?”
At that moment, Riesling, who had been staying on the second floor, suddenly sucked in a breath of cold air. He looked at Jiang Lan and Shang Chuan.
“Oh! You’re right!”
“What else can we do? Just surrender. It’s not shameful.”
“It’s true that it’s not shameful, but it’ll inevitably be brought up by others in the future.”
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