A Million Possible

The strong wind blows.

The forest is rolling and boiling like a wave of wheat.

The layer upon layer of voices, one after another, the First Stage is heavy, like the echo of the valley, echoing in the forest.

When the human translation team moved, the elves were a little restless. The soldiers raised their swords, and the magic elves lit their wand gems. Several deliberately disguised high rank priests hidden in different positions in the team were ready to enter the battle. .

This team of elves seems to have only a few hundred people. The officer Harold standing in front attracts all eyes. However, in the team, there are a few elves who are stronger than Harold!

Corresponding to humans, it is the fifth rank.

However, when the strangely dressed people on the opposite side of Another World used various means to convey messages that were different but probably the same, the elves showed surprise expressions.

"That's... Tongyu Magic? Telepathy? Or something else?"

"No, it's not like magic. Although it is still using a similar source of power, but...the way it is used is different, and it is essentially different from ours." An elf magic priest in a green robe held a staff in his left hand. Spread five fingers with his right hand, feel the fine energy in the air, and judge.

It is also a kind of power.

Different civilizations have different ways of using them.

It's like... It's also gunpowder, some are used to make firecrackers and fireworks, and some are used to make guns and cannons.

This different way of power presentation immediately attracted the attention and interest of many elven powerhouses, but...

What they pay more attention to is still the information passed by the other party:

Hello, fairy.

Since the translation is based on the power of "telepathy" as the medium, what Sun Xiaohan and others have translated is not accurate.

There is no such thing as "hello" and "elf", but a thought, like a look in the eyes of acquaintances.

It is a thought.

A fellow daoist is good, the idea of ​​a stranger meeting for the first time to say hello.

"They... are saying hello to us?"

An adjutant next to Harold whispered softly, his face was very dignified before, but now, quietly relaxed a lot.

Although I don't understand what is going on, it is of course a good thing if the other party is a friendly civilization.

He looked at the young officer beside him.

Instead of looking at each other, afterwards, Harold, who was wearing shiny armor, leaning on a slender and gorgeous bow, and holding a blond hair, took a deep breath, looked at the human team, and said, "Hello, another world person, may I ask you? Where do you come from? What do you intend to do here?"

The translators immediately began to analyze his language, but unlike the expression, this time, one-third of the practitioners in the entire translation team were at a loss.

Obviously, their abilities cannot be reversed.

Some of the remaining two-thirds of the practitioners were stunned, missing the first time, rushing to remedy them, and some frowning with difficulty, thinking about the hidden meaning in the unknown language and how to express it.

There was a few seconds of silence.

Finally, Sun Xiaohan, who was standing on the very side, was the first to speak bravely. She looked at the diplomat, the representative of the headquarters, and the position where He Shuwu was standing, and said in a childlike voice that resembled a recitation: "They greet us, and then ...Ask us where we came from, and what we need to do here."

At this moment, countless eyes from the world of humans and elves were focused, and Sun Xiaohan immediately became nervous, but he looked back bravely after feeling the warm hand of his brother beside him.

The language expert began to record and analyze the Elvish language.

After a few more seconds, the second interpreter uttered a similar sentence.

Then the third...

Regarding such a major event, every translation needs to be repeated with a digital translation, and cross-compared to ensure that there are no mistakes.

So, in this big forest, on a straight branch of the World Tree as wide as a road, beside the faintly rising black smoke.

The two teams confronted each other.

Through the translation team as the medium.

The first communication between the two civilizations was carried out with difficulty and tension.

For a time, in the audience, except for the representatives of both sides, the rest of the soldiers were silent.

Not far from Harold, on a branch of a slightly hanging branch, two elf soldiers stood side by side.

They had been earnestly raising their pointed ears to catch a few words in the wind.

Suddenly, one of the elves frowned and let out a low hiss.

Subconsciously stretched out his right hand and touched the skin on the back of his right neck.

"What's wrong?" The colleague next to him asked in a low voice.

"It's okay, it just hurts suddenly, it seems that I was bitten by a bug."

The elf didn't turn his head, just whispered something.

After sensing the sight of the officer in front of him, he hurriedly retracted his right hand, holding the weapon, and looking ahead.

Naturally he could not know.

Just now, a long red mark appeared silently on the skin of his back neck.

The red print is long and sharp.

It's not so much like the skin being struck out by a string... it's more like... a wound.

A weird wound cut by a sharp blade that didn't cut the skin!

...

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African continent.

The full name is Africa.

This huge land mass, which is also one of the seven continents of the world, is located to the south of Europe, to the west of Asia, bordering the Indian Ocean to the east and the Atlantic Ocean to the west. It has 30.2 million square kilometers of land and nourishes about 1.2 billion people.

Central Africa.

Somewhere on the border of a small country.

On a barren ground, there is a huge shadow that can hardly see the end.

The sun here is always hot and dazzling because it stretches across the equator. At this moment, in the distant high sky, the Golden Crow sun is still exhaling heat mercilessly.

However, the unfavorable light and heat in the past were blocked by the same behemoth this time.

As a result, a rare and huge shadow appeared on the earth.

That is projection.

That is floating land.

The emergence of this floating continent had a foreboding, but due to its geographic location and the weak local government and many other comprehensive reasons, the projection was actually noticed much later than other projections in the world.

Even, because the locals had never seen a projection before, especially this time the projection was still so large, the entire field of vision could not fit, and where the projection appeared, it also caused agitation and panic among the local residents.

After getting the news, the local government used a few planes and patrolled them. They were very excited. However, before they were happy, they were poured cold water from head to toe by the following practitioners from various countries.

The meaning of the practitioners, in more elegant terms, is probably "Heavenly and Mortal Treasures for the virtuous."

In human terms, it means "you all trash stand aside, this projection belongs to me!"

This time around the world, there are a total of six projections.

One in Xia Country.

One federation.

One of the Soviet Union.

One in Europe.

Australia owns one.

The last one is this one in Central Africa.

Since the first four were all present in the borders of several major countries (alliances), they were completely swallowed, and other countries simply couldn't reach out.

The one in Australia is a little bit special, probably because of the weakness of the practitioners in the country, the local government has simply introduced a policy to welcome the countries of the world alliance to come and explore together.

To put it bluntly, the cake is too big to eat at home.

Simply upright, greeted a group of neighbors, everyone signed a contract, and then they could come and share it together.

As a landlord, the resources obtained by any country from here must be handed over to the local government in a certain proportion.

Of course, resources such as currency, food, and metals can also be converted.

This naturally triggered a round of frenzy. Although a projection is large, the fewer partners the better.

As a result, after some negotiations on the table, and the fight under the negotiating table, in the end, in addition to the countries that have projections, the rest of the strongest countries got the right to carve up.

After the contract was signed, several big countries sank, and directly kicked out the rest of the small countries that had come to join in the fun.

There are more or less practitioners in almost every country in more than 200 countries around the world.

In the past, there were a lot of projections, which was okay.

This time it was different.

Everyone was kicked out, wide-eyed, and not reconciled when they went home. The major projections had their own masters, and they couldn't afford to provoke them.

Finally, the big guy counts... Hey, this piece of Africa seems a bit interesting, huh?

Without strong government rule, the Central African Projection immediately became a land of no ownership.

As a result, practitioners of all sizes in the world, whether they are official cultivators in certain countries, practitioners raised by consortia, or illegal Rogue Cultivators wandering the underground world, and even practitioners are not, but Forces with a relatively high force value... all swarmed into this land.

Each displayed his supernatural powers, tried his best to board the floating continent, and began barbaric snatching.

For a time.

Different from the other five projections, an orderly and organized exploration.

Countless practitioners have unfolded an unordered, unreasonable, most brutal, bloody, unreasonable feast of plunder here.

...

...

Project somewhere.

A corner of the rugged jungle.

An exploratory team controlled by a certain consortium has just completed a killing.

"Tick."

A fierce-looking man wearing a bulletproof vest slowly retracted the spiritual soldier he was holding in his right hand.

There are already a few gaps in the blade with fine pieces of flesh and blood wrapped around it, and the blood trickles down along the blood trough, falling into the turquoise grass on the ground, pouring into a pool of scarlet.

"Bah! Almost let this ghost come back!"

The man spit out bloody spits, angrily scolded, and at the same time, he carried a jet-black pistol in his left hand and stuffed it into the holster on his waist.

On the ground in front of him, several orange bullet shells were scattered.

A faint smell of gunpowder permeated.

In the grass.

A warm body fell softly.

The corpse was dressed in exotic leather armor, probably made of some kind of Magical Beasts skin. A bow fell into the grass two meters away. His right hand tried to move forward, trying to grab a handful of Damn leaves. The knife was only a few centimeters away to catch it.

Now, these few centimeters are eternal.

He was lying on the ground, his body twitching abnormally, and several bullet holes scattered on his back and legs.

On the back of the neck, a slender, sharp, shocking, scarlet scar was cut by the spirit soldier! !

A thin red mark!

Visible bones!

"Peng!"

The fierce man raised his leg and kicked the corpse over with blood-stained leather boots, revealing the handsome face and pointed ears of the corpse!

This is an elf soldier!

He was lying on his back on the ground with a gurgling sound in his throat.

The frantic laughter that gradually drifted away echoed in his ears.

On that young and delicate face, a pair of emerald green eyes, like the stagnant water of a lake.

The shattered sky above was reflected hollowly.

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