Light Spirit Epic Chapter 1170: Selection in the ring (1)

Chapter 1170 Selected in the ring (1)

The next morning, Cairo, Egypt.

Today is the start of the Round Table Trial Ring, and Bedivere wakes up early.

"Ugh..." When he came together, he heard the screams of Elaine, the white bear. The polar bear was sitting on the ground with his head folded, suffering from a splitting headache from a hangover.

"Deserved, you drank too much last night." Bedivere patted Elaine's bear head: "Go and freshen up, we're going to the ring match soon." "Well." Lane muttered to get up and went to the bathroom.

Ten minutes later, everyone finished breakfast in the dining room of the Grand Cairo Hotel. Their magic bracelets also sounded a notification from the organizer of the round table trial: "All candidates please gather at the hotel lobby immediately. The drawing ceremony for the competition will begin soon." "It's finally here, meow." Albert crooked Neck, made a muscle-relaxing action.

"Shouldn't we just start the ring just after the lottery, meow?" Saifer's face showed a little worry: "The system of weapon plug-ins has not been done at all, meow." "Probably not." Ramidis shrugged and walked towards the elevator: "They haven't given me back [Eternal Neil]." Everyone went from the elevator to the first floor of the hotel, and as soon as they exited the lobby, they saw a large group of candidates Stand by there. Several Great Britain knights were also present, using the electronic ledger in their hands to count the candidates present. When all the people are gathered, everyone should move to the examination room and start drawing lots.

Bedivere subconsciously hides the Luna Steel Scimitar at his waist. Not because the knife was too precious to be stolen, but because the glass knife, which looked like a toy, would be laughed at by other candidates. Although Seglade patted his chest to assure the power of the knife, Bedivere still couldn't believe it. He didn't even plan to sacrifice this "treasure knife" in the first battle, for fear that it would shatter as soon as it was knocked.

Tiger, on the other hand, had the exact opposite attitude to Bedivere, fiddling around with the Luna steel machete in his hand, admiring the beauty of the glass knife under the brilliance of the rising sun. The other candidates restrained the smiles on their faces when they saw Albert playing with that kind of glass knife - but judging from their contemptuous smiles, most people regarded the tiger youth as a An idiot, and even regarded all of Bedivere and his party as idiots. As soon as he noticed the contemptuous expressions of these candidates, Bedivere felt extremely aggrieved. He blamed it all on that stupid tiger with no head, no brain, no general knowledge, and wished to give Albert a beating right away.

"Good morning, my friends!" Solar's voice sounded like the rising sun, temporarily dispelling the dark clouds in Bedivere's heart. The magic swordsman stepped out of the elevator and greeted everyone with a refreshing look.

"Solar..." The werewolf glanced at the magic swordsman. The guy was carrying two fine lizard-tooth scimitars that Seglade had given him on his back, and a third knife, the Luna steel scimitar, was attached to his waist. The cold light on the first two knives made the candidates present vigilant, and although the third knife seemed ridiculous, the candidates had no time to pay attention to it.

Next to Solar is Evan. They share the same elevator, and most likely the rooms they live in are not far from each other.

"How is Tristan doing?" the werewolf asked as soon as he saw Evan.

"He's fine, he passed the dangerous period last night, and with the intensive treatment of magic, he will be back for the exam soon." Evan explained without emotion, and then he pushed his own Glasses frame, looked at the werewolf curiously: "I heard that you gave Tristan the blood. That is impossible. Do you also have the blood of the mermaid royal family in your body?" "Want to know? "Bediver smiled mysteriously, and asked tentatively, "Would you like to take off your glasses and scan my body with your proud eagle eye technique?" "If I could, I would have done it already." His fingers tapped the Demon Sealing Bracelet on his left arm. Obviously, the Demon Sealing Bracelet sealed part of the power of Ivan's Eagle Eye Technique, making it impossible for Eagle Eye Technique to see through the details at the molecular level. That's good news for Bedivere.

"Are you all here?" The voice of Knight of the Round Table, Cador, resounded in the lobby. He probably saw that the candidates had basically arrived, and planned to lead them to the draw.

"Then let's head to the ring and talk as we walk." Cador began to move. So the candidates followed closely behind the Knights of the Round Table and walked outside the hotel.

"This time, the ring competition adopts a mixed format of [Knockout] ( ) and [Grand Melee] ( ). The remaining 67 candidates in the previous stage of the test will be divided into 12 groups. Each group of five to six people will play the first round of single-elimination.------I repeat, this is a single-elimination. Challenge!" The candidates were almost boiling. If you lose just one game, you will immediately lose the qualification for the exam? This is too inhumane! There was a lot of discussion, and most of them were protests. This single-elimination format is too unstable and lacks fairness! The candidates can't help but feel panic--God knows which battle they will just perform poorly and lose, and completely lose their qualifications for the exam? !

"I know you have doubts in your hearts, but the decision of the organizers of the conference is absolute." Cador responded indifferently: "There are more than 60 exams left in the last exam. Your number is too large. , and we don't have enough time to screen you in detail. Single-elimination is our only option! If you are really so uneasy, you should prepare for the battle in the best condition. "Cough!" When the commotion of the candidates subsided a little, Cadore cleared his throat and continued: "After the first round of single-elimination and elimination, we will select ten out of twelve groups. Two candidates. Then these twelve candidates will have a second round of exams, which is [The Great Dogfight]. Twelve candidates will fight each other in the same battlefield, and finally choose the strongest fighter!" "...And then? Will that person become a Knight of the Round Table?" Palamidis couldn't help asking.

"Good question." Cador turned his head and glanced at Palamidis: "But no. Whoever wins in the ring will at best get a higher rating in the exam. You won't be named a Knight of the Round Table, you have to see your performance in the future." Is that the **** scoring system again? Bedivere cursed inwardly. Moreover, the grading system is still opaque, and candidates have no way of knowing how many points they have achieved so far, and everything can only be guessed. But one thing is certain. As long as they always win, perform well, and perform well in the hosting of the round table trials, they will eventually be favored by the Knights of the Round Table and qualify as Knights of the Round Table.

To this end, everyone must work as hard as they can, and every battle cannot be let up.

The same is true in real-life battles, every time it is a life-threatening battle. One defeat means death, and there is no chance of a second comeback at all. Whether it is the single-defeat round robin in the first round or the big melee in the second round, the organizers of the round table trial are vaguely revealing this idea to the candidates.

A warrior who has been through hundreds of battles should have understood the organizer's intentions and won't keep shouting about such trivial matters. The werewolf had observed the guys who were complaining just now. They were probably poor candidates (although they were already very good at getting to this point), and they were worried about their future; while Bedivere and his group sighed repeatedly. Have never thought of this, the werewolf was immediately relieved.

The group was walking in the wilderness outside Cairo, and soon came to the battleship of Great Britain [The Assault Palamedis]. The battleship at this time did not have the optical camouflage turned on, which was quite conspicuous in the wilderness. It is moored on the edge of the Red Sea, and its metallic hull gleams in the sunlight.

The crew removed a huge scoreboard from the battleship's warehouse, which projected a holographic screen in the air large enough for everyone present to easily see it. The promotion chart for the twelve groups has been pre-drawn on the screen, and it is only for the candidates to draw lots one by one and fill in the blanks at the bottom of the chart with their names.

"It's a lottery again, meow." Albert sighed while looking at the holographic image screen. Tiger's lottery luck has been very bad from the past. Last time in the lottery at Kilimanjaro Volcano, Tiger also drew the next lottery: Originally, his points were at the bottom ~IndoMTL.com~ and he had to be at the bottom of the other two points. Candidates for --- Elaine and Chanel team up together. It turned out that they were the last team to enter the Kilimanjaro underground palace, and they were at a complete disadvantage from the beginning.

I just hope I get a better lottery this time. It is best that all the guys in the same group are weak, so that he can easily advance. Tiger prayed in his heart. If the powerhouses like Bedivere and Palamidis are all fighting to the death in the same group, and in the end, only one of the powerhouses who was crippled enters the big melee match, then things will be perfect.

"Then, the lottery ceremony begins." Just as the tiger was having a wonderful daydream, the Knight of the Round Table Cador loudly announced: "The first candidate to draw is: Chief, Prince Tristan of Iceland." Is that Tristan? Bedivere wondered. But this ranking is not far from the werewolf's conjecture, and he is not surprised at all. Before entering the Kilimanjaro Volcano Palace, Tristan's points were already in the first place. In addition, that guy also participated in the final battle of the labyrinth of the earth. Among the people who defeated the purple flame dragon was one of the murloc prince. share.

The question is, where did Tristan go?

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