Chapter 366: Three White-Robed Witches

"Haha, speaking of which, is this battle completely randomly selected? Are we just unlucky not to be drawn under these circumstances?"

Ingrid, who was similarly quite drunk, raised her glass and laughed loudly.

"You don't truly think so, do you?"

Ruan Qingyi looked at Ingrid like she was looking at an idiot.

"Hahahaha, how is that possible."

Being asked, Ingrid laughed loudly again, and even directly reached out to hook her arm around Ruan Qingyi's neck.

"Come, come, come, drink first, drink first. The wine this guy Justice brought out this time isn't bad. Very mellow, very silky, and has a faint floral fragrance."

After hooking Ruan Qingyi's neck, Ingrid tried to force her own wine glass into Ruan Qingyi's mouth.

While Ruan Qingyi desperately resisted Ingrid, who was clearly starting to act crazy drunk.

There was truly no sense of tension at all.

Of course.

Such actions inevitably made people angry to see.

Because this undoubtedly meant they didn't put the surrounding Clan Leaders in their eyes.

Although it was true that the majority were Clan Leaders of small races, and their levels weren't that high, but this shouldn't be a reason for you guys to look down on people.

"Seeing you guys like this, I'm even starting to doubt if this is your scheme now."

Looking at her several dead-drunk Manor companions, Jiang Lan couldn't help but sigh.

Then she looked at the hostile gazes around them.

Isn't that right.

This guy, Justice Riesling, brought so much wine over for everyone to drink. Won't they be completely done for when the battle starts later?

Look at these guys around them, some have already started praying to be matched with those drunk guys.

However, Riesling acted like nothing was wrong and didn't care at all.

"Empress, why don't you look at these guys' spiritual power first before you say that. With just this bit of alcohol, unless they themselves want to get drunk, otherwise it's fundamentally impossible for them to get drunk, okay."

That's right.

For people like them, although they had become Clan Leaders, becoming the top tier head players among tens of billions of people, but in this different world, wanting to get drunk was something they couldn't achieve.

This was probably the idea of losing something in order to gain something.

Of course.

Riesling spoke this sentence very softly, so softly that only their table could hear it clearly.

So after he finished speaking, Jiang Lan instantly understood.

Good, good, good. After all that, these guys were just putting on an act. Even deceiving their own people. As expected, none of them were good.

"Oh! It's finally my turn."

Just as Jiang Lan was silently criticizing them, the drunken Ingrid groggily stood up, then tapped her hand in the void, and just like Professor Samael, her figure gradually faded.

About thirty seconds later, this guy's figure gradually appeared again, just like when she disappeared.

"Oh! So we do return here. I thought after fighting one match we could go back and wait for notifications."

Seeing she was teleported back to the previous spectator stand, Ingrid also felt it was novel.

Unseen for a short thirty seconds or so, this guy already lost that drunken appearance from before.

As expected, none of those who could become Clan Leaders were simple to deal with.

"This competition has no format to speak of. I guess it's fighting the entire field in one go. In other words, nobody can think of leaving until victory or defeat is decided."

Holding the tablet, Lan Qingyou gave an explanation without even lifting her head.

"That's true."

Nodding, Ingrid sat back down, then picked up the wine glass she had just put down earlier, and happily started drinking as before.

If there was anything different, it was probably that because of the battle, this guy had activated her hair.

Causing her originally long shawl hair to become like living little snakes now.

Some were even 'hissing' and sticking their snake tongues out at the people beside her.

Although it looked somewhat scary, nobody was afraid. Even the three illusory gods, Gu Xiaobei, Ruan Qingyi, and Vivian, were very curiously going up to touch it with their hands.

And this situation didn't last long either.

After about close to five minutes, the snake hair disappeared, and her smooth beautiful hair appeared again.

"Speaking of which, how did you deal with the other party? Everyone hasn't gone yet, share your experience."

Without the snake hair to tease, Vivian sat back down bored, then picked up her fruit juice and asked the drinking Ingrid.

"What else could it be. Just go in, lock onto the target, attack, win, then come out."

"Of course, in pursuit of efficiency, I directly killed the other party."

Ingrid's explanation was very simple, basically just an answer describing a process.

But everyone deeply agreed.

Based on the number of people present now, only by quickly resolving battles could they more quickly match for the next battle, and more quickly finish this competition.

As for why they were in such a hurry, nobody knew.

But just seeing and feeling the improvised nature of this competition right now, one would know that this competition was definitely made on the spur of the moment.

It could be said that besides the rewards being something one could look forward to, nothing else was pleasing to the eye.

Yes, even someone who had only done event planning once would definitely not do something like this.

Of course.

It was said to be many people.

But compared to the total number of Transmigrators, the entire Evolver group on Karim right now was only tens of millions of people.

Add to that the fact that not every race had everyone come to participate in the battle, so according to Lan Qingyou's calculations, the final total number of people participating in this competition would be around ten million.

"When will it be my turn... so boring..."

After eating and drinking for a while, Vivian could no longer sit still. Holding the tablet, she directly flopped down onto the mat, then lay on her stomach watching the competition.

Although in their eyes, most of them were just noobs pecking at each other.

But it was still better than doing nothing.

"Eh, found a White Witch."

Not long after lying down, Vivian cried out in surprise, and looked at Lan Qingyou, being as dramatic as possible.

"What arena number."

Lan Qingyou didn't even lift her head, directly opening the search interface.

"...141450."

Seeing Lan Qingyou didn't even spare her a glance, Vivian felt bored and directly stated the arena number.

Lan Qingyou clicked in to take a look, and it was indeed a Witch's attire.

But regrettably, it wasn't a Witch she recognized.

Then it should be a so-called Witch of the Workshop Clan.

Thinking of this, Lan Qingyou turned her head to look at Elisa, while Elisa raised the tablet in her hand towards Lan Qingyou.

Although the other party's movements were fast, with Lan Qingyou's eyes she could still see clearly.

No... it was exactly because she knew Lan Qingyou's eyes could see clearly that Elisa deliberately did this.

On the other party's tablet, just like herself, she was truly watching the White Witch's battle.

"I also found one here."

"Same here."

"Hm? Why are they dressed exactly the same?"