There were too many people involved in the lottery, so naturally a total of about two hundred people from both sides would not be allowed to line up one after another to draw numbers by hand. Principal Rodney and Principal Harris walked to the suspended ring in the middle of the arena together, and stood on all sides.

Witnessed by different angles of the light curtain, two people faced each other from a distance, and together they raised their short wands diagonally forward.

Where the wands are facing each other, magic is rising. The names of all participating students appear in the magic one after another, and then twist and condense into black and white photoelectrics. Obviously, those black represent the students of the Modian continent.

The name was the name, and the white one was Oskar's student. Immediately, these ink dots began to roll violently in the haze of magic in an orderly manner. After about ten seconds, they suddenly entered a state of stillness, as if they were suddenly suspended.

middle.

Everyone understood that this was a fair lottery sorting using magic.

The two principals retracted their wands at the same time and took a few steps back, while the haze of magic was still frozen in the air.

Each party sent another person to the stage. After checking each other, they picked up an ordinary wooden wand and raised their hands to smash the condensed light spots one by one, allowing the light spots to return to their original names.

At the same time, following the sequence of their actions, a numerical sequence appeared on each name.

This is the most fair and strict form of magic lottery. No one raised any objections. Everyone in the audience opened their eyes wide and looked at the names that began to be arranged according to serial numbers on the magic light screen. The participating students naturally looked for their own names, and the other people watching

Then look for people you know or people you care about.

And the focus of everyone's attention... is undoubtedly Ye Sewei, who just publicly choked with the Oskars.

At this time, some sharp-eyed people were shocked to find that the same surname as Ye Sewei also appeared in the name of the Oscan people.

"Ye Delai?" Someone squinted at the surname above, compared it repeatedly, and confirmed that it was indeed spelled exactly the same: "It shouldn't be a coincidence, right? Is this the full name of the Ye family among the three families of Hessidiche?"

"Speaking of which...someone did say in the earliest days that Ye Sewei is a fake daughter of the Ye family and a fake goddess?"

"So the 'true goddess' is here too?"

Everyone looked at each other, and at the same time there was a stronger aura of gossip in their eyes than when they saw the two worlds colliding, and they quickly locked onto the overly prominent Yedis among the crowd of Oscans.

"Is it...her? To be honest, I don't see anyone else who has the temperament of a true goddess."

"That's not what I'm saying. I heard that most of the girls at Hesidiches Central College came from the temple. Even if it's not the Golden Temple, it's from something else. But you're right, indeed... I also feel very

It could be her."

It’s hard to describe in words exactly why. If I must say it, it’s probably some kind of peculiar temperament.

It's not that Ye Sewei and Ye Disi have any similar temperaments, but even if these two people are sitting across from each other like this, at a glance, they will subconsciously feel that they are incompatible.

A completely different existence.

After the announcement, the names in the magic cloud were scattered along with the numbers and distributed to everyone.

Ye Sewei has been watching the whole process quietly. She has reached the level of a great magician, and of course she can see more things than most people present.

For example, this magic, which is considered very fair in everyone's eyes, is not really hopeless if you want to operate it in secret.

So she felt that the number sixty-six in her hand was very strange.

According to her idea, if the Oskars want to do something, they should put her in a relatively front position, and most likely even be the first one, and then directly deal with her early and let her lose face.

Slap the Modians in her face just now.

As a result, she was not in the front row, but Belair and Evelin next to her got the number plates No. 2 and No. 5 respectively. In other words, they were going to compete directly in the first round.

On the opposite side, Joyce and Yedis' number plates are very far forward, with numbers 13 and 16 respectively. They will basically take the field soon after the start of the game.

But it is obvious that Belair and Evelin, two people who can respectively represent the strength ceiling of the new students in the Knights Academy and the Assassin Academy, are extremely unlikely to face Joyce and Ye Sewei. From this perspective

Speaking of which, it would be too much of a coincidence.

Ye Sewei was still thinking about the meaning of her number plate at the back, but Belair and Evelin stood up as usual. Their expressions were not solemn, they looked relaxed but at the same time they had some feelings for Ye Sewei.

Sevi's worries.

Evelin patted Ye Sewei on the shoulder: "See you in the next round."

Belair raised his eyebrows, obviously meaning the same thing.

Ye Sewei laughed and made a "no problem" gesture.

The radiance of magic shrouded directly, and the next second, the two people who were originally standing next to Ye Sewei were already standing on the seventh and tenth stages respectively.

The entire arena was separated by a lightning-like luster. Five suspended arenas rose up on each side. At the same time, a number appeared above each arena. Below the number, in a smaller font, the words "Standing at this moment" were written.

The names of the people in the ring. There is a magic projection of the referee on the side of each ring. Although it is not a real person, the magic projection is enough to deter people who want to make illegal moves on the stage.

At the same time, mottled magic beams also appeared on the bodies of those who were about to challenge according to their numbers.

A huge battle countdown appeared over the entire arena, and at the same time a cold female voice read out the countdown numbers.

"Three - two -"

"one!"

"The battle begins."

Ten people challenging the ring master appeared on the ring at the same time.

The atmosphere at this time could even be described as solemn and intense, but the surrounding Modian students suddenly became a little restless.

At first, someone just quietly raised the magic light sign with the name of the player in support. Soon, when there were more and more light signs, and it was about to light up into a sea of ​​lights, everyone became more and more courageous.

Get up, someone took a deep breath and suddenly pulled out a whole banner!

[Warriors of Agamand! Kill for me!]

【Fuck. Fuck that Oscan guy!】

【That's it? That's it? That's it? Oskarna, that's it?】

…

As the first person took out the banner, more and more prepared people became bold. After a while, the Oskar students were horrified to find that they were surrounded by banners, and the words written on each banner were

Not very friendly.

Although Oskar's students had all taken etiquette-related courses before coming to the Modian continent, they were all young boys and girls after all. When they saw such provocative words coming from all directions, they still couldn't help but hold back.

Can't live.

"They bully people too much... These Modians bully people too much!" A younger girl turned red with anger: "These barbarians!"

"I'm angry too, but we have to hold it back." The girl next to her looked calmer. She reached out to hold the hand of the person next to her, forcing the other person to calm down: "Look at how Sister Yedis and Brother Joyce beat them.

Face, don’t be anxious.”

Before the conversation here ended, a female scream suddenly echoed through the entire arena.

"Belaire—! Come on—!"

After mustering up the courage to cheer for the person she likes to support, the girl who shouted couldn't help but feel uneasy on her face. She was even ready to be kicked out of the arena. However, the red-haired boy on the stage was not prepared for this.

He was angry at the roll call, but instead turned his head and looked sideways, showing an unruly and cheerful smile.

Belair actually didn't know who shouted it, but he had seen this kind of scene many times when he was in Hyjal. He hadn't seen it for a long time, and he missed it quite a bit, so he habitually smiled back. From his perspective,

The boys and girls in that direction were all densely packed like black dots, and it was impossible to tell who was calling.

But for that girl, it was like being encouraged by the person she liked, and she even felt that Belair was smiling at her.

And with Belair's smile, the screams and cheers from all directions became louder and louder!

Not only Belair, the whole Assassin Academy shouted Evelin's name, and of course the other three students from the Demon Academy also received screams and cheers from their own academy. In addition, the third

Those who faced off against the Oscans in the first round also received their share of cheers.

Belair smiled and looked back at the Oskar boy in front of him: "Did you see it? This is the home field advantage. It's a pity, you will never enjoy such treatment. Look at you Oskar people.

They all seem to like to pretend to be ecstatic, so this must be the first time for you to see such liveliness, right?"

As he spoke, he looked at the arrogant and disgusted look in the eyes of the young man opposite him. He turned his palm over and instantly formed a magic spear. He pointed it at the opponent from a distance and assumed an offensive posture.

Almost at the same time, Evelin on the side of the ring swayed slightly and disappeared on the spot, obviously entering a fighting state. After her opponent recognized that she was a dark elf, he raised his hand and burned the entire body with flames.

However, this did not work on Evelin. No black shadow was burned out by the flames. The dark elf girl was hiding safely and unharmed in a place where the opponent could not imagine, just waiting for the opponent to reveal his flaws and then deliver a fatal blow.

At the same time, the confrontations in several other arenas also kicked off.

Ye Sewei was not distracted. She carefully watched the magic and moves used by all the Oscans in the ring, just in case something happened that she had never seen before when it was her turn.

In addition, although her magical consciousness is always gathered around herself, she is always observing her surroundings carefully.

She always remembered what Morpheus told her.

There will be gods who want to continue to open the door to gods and demons.

Her eyes slowly fell on the Oskar students on the stage, and the details that were not broadcast in real time by the light screen gradually emerged in her eyes.

She clearly saw that the side of Oskarna's student's neck also had the so-called "mark of the gods", and that pattern...

It was not anything she had seen from the students of the Demon Academy before.

Ye Sewei suddenly had a strange and ominous premonition in her heart.

While she watched Belair eliminate his opponent with a knife, Evelin's opponent gradually became anxious because he couldn't find Evelin's shadow. On the other side of Oskarna's ring, there was also Mo Di

An's student was defeated and quietly called Morpheus's name in the sea of ​​consciousness.
Chapter completed!