Wu Heng's words instantly froze the air.
The Elf Leader's pupils contracted slightly. "If Wu Heng's guess is correct, then this artifact possesses a degree of consciousness. It heard your argument, and then... rewrote the script."
"Oh, come on!" the Dwarf Leader said. "We've used it before, and nothing like this ever happened. Maybe this is just where the game's story was supposed to go."
Though he said that, the dwarf's expression was equally grave.
If their guess was right, if it really could drive them to kill one another, then this game was truly horrifying.
Wu Heng glanced at the Religious Leader, who looked back at him. Their eyes met, and both sensed the killing intent in the other's gaze.
If the game could really achieve that effect, it would be a good chance to kill the other party.
"Though it is only a guess, I believe it is indeed possible. We should prepare as much as we can to keep the losses from spiraling out of control," the Elf Leader said in a low voice.
The situation had suddenly become far more complicated.
Wu Heng had only just agreed to the conditions, yet the game had put the two of them in a state where they were about to fight.
It even felt as though the translucent host's gaze carried a trace of mockery.
"There isn't much time left on the Countdown." The Religious Leader licked his dry lips and glanced over. "This time, we're judging strength attributes. Certain people who rely on little tricks ought to show their true colors."
There was much more confidence in his words than before.
Even his back had straightened considerably.
In a real fight, he could not beat Wu Heng, but this game compared attributes.
There were no combat techniques and