[Name: "Unnamed" Guild Emblem]
[Type: Prop]
[Effect:...]
The emblem is a technology for enjoying the rights of the guild and fulfilling the responsibilities of the guild The most special effect of support is that players can use the emblem to teleport back to the guild base from any place in Sunset Ruins at any time.
In the chaotic period when the weird game first came, there were many murders and treasure grabbing happening in Sunset Ruins. This effect can save lives at critical times.
After the major guilds jointly formulated a convention, the number of fights decreased significantly, and this effect became dispensable.
There are also some effects, such as automatically drawing a commission from reward points and depositing them into the guild fund, and entering reward prop information into the guild database. Lin Chen and Qisi do not plan to enable them for the time being.
The two of them are currently the bare commanders and have no targets to exploit. In the end, all resources will be transferred to the left hand and the right hand. There is no need to go through an extra step in the process.
In the short term, the new unnamed guild will be a cover for action, a ticket to participate in the competition, and an empty shell of bluff.
The ideal of stars and sea is beautiful, but the reality is very skinny...
After that, Qisi took Lin Chen to carve out a piece of land on the wasteland as a smoke screen for the guild base.
The Ruins of the Sunset is very large, and there are many players doing side jobs in the area, including the two of them.
The place is a little dilapidated and there are few people, but there is a sign of "Unnamed Guild". The president and vice-president insist that this is the guild base. Does anyone have any evidence that this is fake? of?
Is it possible that the old guilds will try to save their dignity and establish a new guild to see if they can transfer this land?
After a day of hard work, the guild was barely completed.
Lin Chen returned to the game space directly through the roots of the World Tree on the ground, while Qisi walked leisurely towards the main trunk of the World Tree.
The people in the square have almost dispersed. It seems that Fu Jue and others just showed their faces and left without taking any constructive measures.
The lonely black tower stands under the dark yellow sky, as silent and lonely as a zombie in an ancient tomb.
The players gathered around the list stone in front of the black tower and discussed it.
“There is a stupid Qingjian Guild again. Is this because they have too much money and no place to burn it? Who doesn’t know that the guild can’t make more than 100,000 yuan a year.”
"The name of this guild is too careless. It's called 'Unnamed'. Is it just a joke? Don't tell me, I used to like to build my own guild when playing any game..."
"You don't Do you understand? This guild may not be started by ignorant newcomers. It is most likely an empty shell created by an established guild for trial and error purposes.”
“Oh, don’t. Said, the name of this guild leader seems not simple. I see that the big guilds are really nervous these days, and I don’t know if they are planning some big move..."
"Don’t worry about it. , Anyway, it has nothing to do with us low-level people."
As Qis expected, the newly established unnamed guild received a lot of attention.
After all, as the structure of the major forces in Weird Games stabilizes, few new guilds have appeared in recent years.
Even if one or two new guilds pop up, most of them are shells of old guilds, established for the convenience of movement.
New guilds without background are at a disadvantage in many dimensions such as experience, prop reserves, and connections. It is difficult to squeeze into the circle of established guilds. Most of them die naturally due to intentional or unintentional neglect.
In the first dozen years, the major guilds still had the extravagant hope of clearing the final copy and enthusiastically supported the new guilds.
But with the consolidation of the interest class and the slim hope of customs clearance, they have tasted the sweetness of exploiting newcomers, and gradually have no intention of doing charity.
——They have shared weal and woe and know each other’s ins and outs. Why should they allow new forces who don’t know the ins and outs to come to the table and cause trouble and risks?
What Qisi and Lin Chen said were alarmist. After all, both the giant dungeon and the big brother of the Kyushu Guild are still there, and the main theme of the big forces is still unity and friendship.
But the actual situation is quite different.
More and more players have stopped entering new dungeons, instead choosing to use points to designate old dungeons and wait to die.
More and more voices are calling in the forum to "coexist with weird games", get used to the frequency of entering a copy every seven days, and regard it as a part of life.
The common ideal is at stake, struggling in the mud has become the norm, and the rotten rats in front of us are worth fighting for and carving up among the owls.
“If the information told by the puppet master is true, it will soon be a time of great struggle and employment.
“The old guild needs several forces that are not closely related to itself to explore the way. , so as not to cause fire and burn themselves; and the new guild can use this as a stepping stone to open a crack in the tight door wall.
“The puppet master should hope that there will be a force that can act as a buffer between Xi La and Kyushu, listen to information about the decisions of all parties, and even make peace secretly when the time is right.
“If not The naming guild can gain a foothold in the weird game, so it can logically act as a middleman, betting on both ends, and making war fortune? ”
Qisi shook his head.
Some things are much more troublesome than planned in actual operation.
The forces of all parties, including Xila, are not idiots who allow others to plot against them. A guild with only two people is weak after all.
The safest way is to use a brand new false identity to get into the murky waters of the guild, so that even if you lose your identity, you can always change your identity and get out.
——The risk is close to zero, eliminating all possibilities of loss, but it is also unable to obtain greater returns.
Zeiss didn't like this.
Within a controllable range, he is not afraid of taking risks and gambling. He is even a little afraid of the world being unstable and is willing to participate in various crisis events.
He filled in the name "Si Qi" in the column of vice president, deliberately leaving a hole for insiders to intervene. I believe it won’t be long before the Weird Investigation Bureau will find him in reality.
With the leverage he has now, it is time to sit down at the negotiating table and negotiate a few deals with those people.
“However, is a dead mouse worth robbing everyone? This is a question.”
Qiss told himself a joke and walked straight through the crowd towards the black tower behind the World Tree.
While passing by the newcomer list, he noticed that his row of rankings had been cleared, silently from beginning to end, as if it had never existed.
On the dungeon clearance record list, there has never been a record related to "Frog Hospital".
After becoming a ghost, he seemed to be shut out of the whole world, and all human affairs had nothing to do with him in the future.
No one noticed that someone's record disappeared quietly. In the list occupied by a large number of asterisks, no one could prove whether a specific person was true or false.
Many people either find it interesting or follow the trend, treating all asterisks as one person and making fun of them as conversation starters.
Qisi stood ten meters away from the black tower and glanced at it from a distance.
The six doors on each floor of the tower are tightly closed, unable to find any opportunity to open, and are welded in place as one piece. A man-made fence was erected around the base of the tower. The warning sign stated that several players had disappeared nearby and were suspected of being swallowed by the black tower. I don't know if this is alarmist or true.
There are fewer and fewer people in the Sunset Ruins, and those who watch the excitement come and go as quickly as they come.
Qisi stood on a protruding golden root, and with a thought, he returned to the dilapidated temple.
He held the Poseidon's scepter, reached out to touch the soul blade that symbolized the white crow, and read two sentences:
"It once picked up the faint traces of the scattered authority of the old gods, and reflected the presence of the gods. The image traveling through time and space guides the lost lamb. "
"After the 'door' is opened, the 'tower' will not be too far away. Since you have the 'card' in your hand, you might as well fight for the setting sun. The last crown of the ruins”
……
Gulan Autonomous Region.
Stinky water from the ditch flows in the dark corners. Garbage and premature baby corpses are piled together to make them look black. Skinny rats with messy hair are escaping in the narrow streets, as if they are fleeing from the corpses. A ragged beggar with his clothes stripped off.
As one of the twelve autonomous regions demarcated since the establishment of the GFA (Global Future Alliance-Earth's Future Alliance), the buffer zone between resistance forces and federal jurisdictions, local wars and subsequent poverty have long been Occupying this place, countless unnatural deaths occur here every moment.
Bai Ya was wearing a long white trench coat, holding a bronze sword carved with vine-like patterns in his arms, walking straight on the dirty street without looking back.
She came to negotiate with a small force called "Red of Truth".
Forty-six years ago, when the Federation was first established, various laws and new regulations were promulgated one after another. The world structure was in turmoil. Old forces fought desperately to counterattack, and various resistance organizations sprung up like mushrooms after a rain.
Some walk together with lofty ideals, or unite with common interests, or use religion as a banner; some put forward political programs and demands with a mature attitude, or create terrorist incidents aimlessly, or act like street gangsters Engage in petty theft and petty fighting.
"Red of Truth" is one of them. It was originally a political organization established by a group of middle-class people to fight against the shrinking of assets since the establishment of the Federation. Later, it inexplicably absorbed all the religions from all over the world and embarked on the path of terrorism. the way.
Of course, most organizations with strict programs and rational decision-making capabilities were suppressed by the federation with thunderous means at the beginning of the 21st century as one of the prerequisites for the stabilization of the current situation.
The remaining loose alliances that were dissatisfied with some of the federation's policies also compromised after several negotiations and reforms by the federation. They either disbanded themselves or existed in the form of foundations.
Most of the resistance groups that have been fighting till now have terrorist elements, and are either lunatics with big plans and reckless consequences, or fools who don't understand the situation and just muddle along.
For the former, such as the Tianping Church, the Federation still attaches great importance to it. A large part of the business of the Public Security Bureau is to compete with its believers.
As for the latter, the Federation has suppressed them vigorously for several years, and then designated twelve autonomous regions in the poorest and most backward areas, forcing all the disobedient mobs and criminals to fend for themselves, turning a blind eye. Not bothered.
After "Red of Truth" took root in the Gulan Autonomous Region, it has been working on and off for decades. Finally, it could no longer support it due to funding, ideas and other reasons.
Although they can't actually play much role, they can at least add some obstruction to the federation and share some of the blame when the public opinion goes wrong. It's definitely not possible to just quit.
So White Crow came over, activated the armed forces of the Tianping Church lurking in the Gulan District, and peacefully inherited the legacy of the "Red of Truth" using some relatively impolite means.
Of course, the "Red of Truth" is still the "Red of Truth" on the surface, but it will be devoted to the great cause of creating discomfort to the Federation with even higher enthusiasm.
The bronze sword held in Bai Ya's hand was an unexpected gain from this trip.
She found this in the office of a small boss in the "Red of Truth". It is said to be able to ward off disasters and suppress evil, but blood always oozes out of the surface for no apparent reason.
She felt a strong tremor as soon as she saw it. She intuitively felt that this sword was related to the weird game, so she took it with her.
As for the specific origin, maybe you can find out when you get some free time and enter a dungeon.
With an unchanging smile, Bai Ya stepped onto the military truck surrounded by the weapons of the Tianping Church.
The corners of my clothes that were supposed to be white and stain-free were stained gray by the dust blown by the wind and the gunpowder smoke that filled the air. The moment I sat down, a few pieces of fly ash fell on the car mat, like gauze and frost.
“…It once picked up the faint traces of the scattered authority of the old gods, refracted the images of the gods traveling through time and space, and guided the direction for the lost lambs.”
“After the ‘door’ was opened, The opening of the 'Tower' won't be too far away. Since you have the 'cards' in your hand, you might as well fight for the final crown of Sunset Ruins."
Suddenly, a whisper came from behind the ear, distant and ethereal, as if coming from the distant sky.
The shadow of golden vines emerged from the horizon, starting from the corner and spreading throughout the field of vision.
The god who had been silent for a long time once again sent down an oracle, and it is temporarily difficult to clarify its specific meaning.
Bai Yao's breathing quickened for a moment, and he couldn't tell whether he was excited or nervous.
She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and let her consciousness sink into the game space that looked like a church confessional.
Under the high-hanging cross, she sat upright, with a card with a black background and white lines condensing between her fingers.
On the card, a figure dressed in white faces the crowd, arms outstretched, as if calling for something.
A white dove rested on His arm. After it flew up, it started to be dyed black from the tail end and wing tips, and turned into a black crow high in the sky.
[Identity Card: Visionary Orator]
[Effect: When in upright position, your dreams will become a reality; when in reverse position, your ideals will collapse. (You can draw cards once after collecting enough faith)]
Twenty-two years have passed, and White Crow has grown from the little girl who was ignorant of the world to the spiritual leader of the sect. Naturally, she will not bet her future on an evil god whose whereabouts are unknown like ordinary fanatics.
So, even though she knew that the identity card was closely related to the gods and corresponded to their authority and even belief, she still bound the [Imaginary Orator] card, which belonged to the alien god.
She sensed Qi's weakness and cautiously tested the boundaries of divine power, thinking that the latter would not know...
"I took it for granted, that is the existence of a divine person, forever. Don't regard their indifference as weakness.
"This is knocking me, telling me that He is further revived and that every move I make is under His watch..."
Bai Ya took a breath, and the identity plate on his fingertips turned into light spots and dispersed into the dust and smoke.
She is still calm and peaceful, and even the smile on her lips does not increase or decrease, it is engraved on her face like a carved flower.
“He didn’t kill me immediately. There are three possibilities. First, He is still weak; second, He needs me; third, He doesn’t care.
“Three situations It may exist at the same time. No matter what, I should give an answer, take action, and then decide what to do next based on the situation.
“Fortunately, because of my lack of faith, I have never activated the effect of the identity card once. The situation should not be irreversible yet.”
The White Crow fell backwards in the darkness of the game space, returning to reality. In the eyes of others, she just blinked.
She looked around at the people around her and solemnly declared: "Just now, God sent an oracle.
"He said that under the guidance of the old gods, we will use holy war to regain the lost land in the ruins. crown. "(End of this chapter)