"Your teammates have entered the semi-final drawing process. Please select a teammate to draw lots for the semi-finals to select the opponent team."
Yi Qiu looked at the prompt information on his retina. He didn't understand these things very well.
When he once fell into the Summoner's Rift, more often than not he was engaged in fierce novices pecking each other in the Bronze Division.
I don't have much interest in things like competitions.
However, he occasionally followed his roommates to watch games, and he learned a little bit about them.
It's just that these understandings are still limited to players, teams and various simple or dazzling high-end operations, but they don't know much about the event process.
However, Yi Qiu was somewhat impressed by the draw.
Because he remembered that in a certain year's competition, a seemingly lucky draw dealt a heavy blow to his roommate's favorite team.
That seemed to be a very distant memory. He had gradually forgotten the knowledge he learned there and no longer missed those trance years.
But every time I think about it, my heart still has some slight fluctuations.
It's not very intense, but it has a more mellow taste.
Especially after Yi Qiu has experienced various complex multiverse adventures, this mellow taste is even more memorable.
Perhaps it is not just youth, it is a game, it is a dazzling brilliance in the life of mortal things.
Yi Qiu touched his bald head. What he had hoped for was that the years would pass by and he would go upstream and return to a time full of pure joy and depression.
But now, what he is chasing is to jump over this beautiful river.
Like a swimming fish splashing upward, using its fins as wings, it reaches straight into the sky...
"Are you going to try your luck, Isabella?"
Bickz looked at the lottery prompt that refreshed on his retina, and he was not interested in it.
For an academic mage, he is not interested in the random results of chaos.
Perhaps the process that hides some mysteries will make him feel more valuable.
However, regarding the draw for the Canyon Clash, he did not feel that it would have any profound impact on the final result.
Because as the winning team, the final result should not be placed on a dice.
But sometimes, there are still people who are keen on this kind of metaphysical things...
"No, I think Yi has certain advantages in this regard."
To Bickz's surprise, Isabella did not accept or reject, she directly proposed a new plan.
Piccolo looked at Isabella and received this somewhat unexpected reply.
Under his seemingly plain appearance, his consciousness, which was constantly calculating some details of the game, was divided into a section dedicated to thinking about the source of this problem.
He didn't think Isabella's unexpected reply was random. It must contain some hidden information that he hadn't noticed or known yet...
"Why does she think Yi Qiu has an advantage in this area?"
"Wait, I think I understand..."
Bikoz looked at Yi Qiu. His extraordinary wisdom and massive database allowed him to get the answer immediately:
"Son of the plane, are you extraordinarily lucky?"
Although this judgment is not supported by reliable data, Bickz believes in the results he deduced from the depths of his consciousness.
The thinking shown by the Master in this aspect still does not break away from its idealistic nature.
In a sense, this is the most essential difference between scholars and mages in the science fiction plane.
But not whether to use magic particles or other energy.
"Luck is an unconventional basic attribute, and the results it can produce are also recognized by the Canyon Contest."
"After all, this is a manifestation of ability..."
Emma looked at Yi Qiu. She probably knew Yi Qiu most clearly among everyone.
After all, they come from the same plane and are in the same subtle camp innately.
And as far as Yi Qiu's values and worldview are concerned, this subtle camp has a stronger effect before betrayal and conflict.
"If none of you are interested, I can give it a try."
Yi Qiu nodded, he didn't attach much importance to this.
"I'm not interested. I hate these nihilistic things."
The Boiling Blood female warrior curled her lips. As the heir of a tribe, she seemed to be naturally subject to some subtle restraint in this regard.
So under the gaze of everyone, Yi Qiu reached out and flipped the void dice that represented the beginning of the lottery...
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"Agenst, you have chosen a powerful opponent for us!"
The orc warrior Broken Fist looked at the chief of his tribe and his father: Argenst Broken Fist and said in a deep voice.
There are two types of draws in the Rift Contest in the first stage, one is the draw conducted by your own team, and the other is the draw conducted by other teams and your team is selected.
That is to say, in the first stage, a team needs to compete at least twice.
If you win all, you will go directly to the finals.
If you win one game and lose one, you need to go to the next round of competition.
Generally speaking, there will be no situation where both parties draw each other.
Unless the person who draws lots has certain corresponding extraordinary abilities, this special situation can occur.
It doesn't like its father because it always tries to implement the rotten system it picked up from those weak humans in the tribe.
"Strong or weak, it's all relative."
"If you think the other party is too strong, it's just because you are too weak, my son."
Argent-Shatterfist didn't get angry, it looked at its strong son quietly and said calmly.
But when the other person tried to continue mumbling, it punched the other person hard in the abdomen!
"That's enough. I'm telling you this not because of the power you have, but because you are my son."
"That's all!"
Argent-Shatterfist looked at the broken teeth bent into a ball under its heavy punch, and it felt that it needed to give this reckless son a little education...
Well, it’s a unique education model for orcs...
"Agent-Shattering Fist, I read the other party's message."
"Although the opponent's winning streak is very dazzling, I discovered that the opponent has a fatal shortcoming."
"Their team composition includes multiple legal professions, which may allow them to have a very strong outbreak."
"But this also determines their weakness in the mid- to late-game. Maybe we can choose a more steady tactic."
"It seems that the blessing of the ancestors still continues its ancient power..."
Next to Argent-Shatterfist, an orc who looked very old said gloomily.
It is the shaman of the tribe, a special profession that is extremely sacred in the eyes of orcs, but full of evil and uncertainty in the eyes of other intelligent creatures.
Because shaman is a magical profession of ancestor worship and primitive worship, it is easily disturbed by various chaotic and evil consciousnesses.
Therefore, although shamans have a high status in the orc tribe, they are often unable to serve as chiefs.
But sometimes, there are exceptions...
"A warrior monk, a blood-boiling warrior..."
"I think I know how to do it. It seems that the consciousness of our ancestors protects us..."
Argent-Shattered Fist looked at the information projected in its green pupils and said with some joy...