Chapter 840: Flower heart

The game between the guilds is often chaotic, and even the slightest noise will be regarded as an army.
Just because we spent the whole day with Emily, the other guilds in Moonlight City thought that we had something to do with the Legion of Roses.
Gossip and Comparing Mind, as long as they are human, they cannot be separated from these two things, but some people value it more, some people value it less.
Compared with the very utilitarian human race, the performance of the elves is fairly natural. The conversations between the women only occasionally mention a few trivial matters of the Rose Legion, and they are very calm when they are mentioned, there is no jealousy, only envy.
Envy is also normal. In Moonlight City, not as long as a woman can join the Rose Legion, she must have both strength and good looks. These are the two iron rules for entering the Rose Legion.
I am very curious about this: I don’t need to betray hue, is appearance really necessary?
Emily said lightly: "I don't make the rules. I am only responsible for the battle of the guild."
Actually, she doesn’t need to say, I also know that this rule is definitely not set by her. The reason is very simple. Not to mention that a single Moonlight City is the entire Hefeng Continent, and there is no more beautiful than her. If her aesthetics are the rule , That big Hefeng continent, who can be selected for membership, will not exceed a hundred.
Of course, they only have looks, but are not strong enough, and they cannot enter the Rose Legion. In Emily's words: Either they are strong or have great potential. The Rose Legion is not a vase shop, and there is no need for an undesirable woman.
Straightforward, sharp, and merciless, these words, like her personality, are like a sword, a sharp sword.
The elven women who could not enter the Rose Legion were either not strong enough, looked average, had little potential, or had all three. In short, they were not qualified and were eliminated.
After being eliminated, if they still don’t give up their beliefs and continue to insist on the adventurer’s dream, they will probably find other large, medium and small guilds to survive. This is also the difference between the elves and other races. They have no wandering adventurers, even if they are comprehensive. No matter how bad the guy is, he can always find a home.
But the destiny, the destiny, these large, medium and small guilds want to get involved with the Rose Legion, it is also not easy.
People often say: hold the thigh of the local tyrant.
Almost every guild on the Hefeng Continent is eager to hug the thighs of the five major guilds, even if it can touch the leg hair, but since it can stand out and rank in the top five of all guilds, it must have their own uniqueness. , This uniqueness generally has only two points-strength and vision.
There is no doubt that they are strong, and their vision is absolutely sharp. Even if they can't tell which guild is more developed at a glance, they can still estimate which guild is more beneficial to their development.
As the saying goes: the survival of the fittest and the selection of the best.
The guilds that can be allowed to hold thighs are generally not worms in the pit. Those guilds that have no chance to hold the thighs of the local tyrants will naturally show envy after seeing these guilds, especially the elves that are not good at disguising. The expression on the face clearly expresses the feeling in the heart.
As the president, I naturally have great confidence in the future of the guild, but I am very helpless about the status quo of the guild-a group of people madly beating an Amon would cost five and ten cents, and want to enter the next level. Brush the monsters, I don't know the year of the monkey.
These are not the key points. The most urgent thing at the moment is the upcoming registration for the Peace Contest.
Once registered for the Hefeng Contest, it means that the days of the competition are not far away.
At the current state level, can I really get a place in the Hefeng Championship?
I deeply doubt this.
But it’s better to have a dream than no dream. A guy without a dream is at best a salted fish, and a guy with a dream... is a fresh fish that hasn’t been dried, it depends on whether he can rely on himself. Struggle, get rid of the rope, jump into a dragon, or be wiped out by life, and eventually become another salted fish.
The women in the guild are chatting and rubbing experience, while the men are fighting hard to create experience. This is the current status of the Fearless Guild, and this status quo is still spreading in a contagious way. So far, it has been infected at least More than a dozen elven guilds.
The elven women who used to be conscientious to clean up monsters have suddenly become long-tongued women who chat with other women and gossiping and gossiping. Unlike the long-tongued women who stand on the street and scold them, they are not only eloquent, but also powerful.
In fact, the upgrade of monsters is the same. There is no need for everyone to participate. As long as part of the best can be gathered, others can shout and cheer while rubbing experience-provided that those who can fight must work hard. No complaints.
This situation best suits our guild-Zach fought for Florence, Jackson fought for the boss wife, Billy fought for Godot, Loki fought for Lily, and I fought for Behind him a group of chatting and spanking fiancees were fighting.
As for the other guilds that have been infected by our habit, some are the same as us, some are different from us, those who are in the same situation as ours, basically get along very harmoniously, and those who are in a different situation from ours, the women in them are average It’s just chatting for a while, but it’s a way of harmony by myself.
Since the Emily team cleared this layer, it is difficult for elven adventurers to suffer casualties on this layer. In fact, this is the most normal phenomenon. After all, the elves are known as the most agile race, and they are as powerful as Amon. But a guy with poor agility, under normal circumstances, is difficult to touch them-just like a monkey and a dog, no matter how hard the dog tries, the monkey will be no match, of course, unless the monkey is killed by himself.
It's time for Billy and Jackson to fight Amon together. I rested on the wall and watched the beautiful figures of the elves fighting. This is actually a kind of enjoyment.
I was enjoying, erratic, a white ball of light flew towards me, it was a small magic missile, this thing didn't contain much magic at first glance, even if it hits it, it just sounds, but it has no power.
With a soft bang, the small ball of light exploded, as soft as a breeze blowing on her body, raising her head, Yula was winking and looking at me: "Brother, what are you looking at?"
I curled my lips: "I'm watching a fight."
"Oh~ I thought you were looking at the graceful figure of a beautiful elf~"
She absolutely said this deliberately, and all the elven beauties around me instantly focused on me, with vigilance in their eyes.
"How could it be?" I pretended to be calm and touched my forehead: "There are so many beautiful fiancees, how could I still be bothered~"
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