Contract!
Lord Assistance!
Once the contract succeeded, he could be forcibly teleported directly! Yesterday, Su Mo had still been guessing at the game's purpose in holding the Ten Thousand Paths Competition. Now, he finally had solid proof.
What could be confirmed was this.
The final victor of the Myriad Paths Competition—the person who obtained the World Stone—absolutely could not rely solely on the strength of an individual Route Ability.
The ultimate winner would definitely be an organization.
And the final struggle would certainly be a contest between organizations, between territories.
Otherwise, the game would never have generously given the lords such a convenient method of recruiting talent.
That said, convenience was convenience. A contracted participant could not only win this competition but also be transferred by the game into the contract territory without any burden.
But fulfilling the contract conditions, as well as completing the contract, would be terrifyingly difficult.
First, the lord player had to be selected as a judge.
Second, the two contestants had to have tied in the previous round, and the conditions had to be such that a completely fair judgment could not be made.
Third, the lord had to restore the work and accomplish the objective under even harsher conditions.
Difficult! More difficult than reaching the heavens!
Lermontov, the chief architect of the Northern Territory Great Alliance, could do nothing but stare blankly at a pile of wooden wreckage.
Not to mention that he had only half an hour to rebuild it.
Unless his Route Ability granted him some special power, turning decay into something miraculous was absolutely impossible.
And as luck would have it, after changing his Route Ability yesterday, he would have to wait at least twelve days before changing it again.
At this moment, Su Mo could only stare at the two