Its purpose is simple and clear, which is to select the [Knights of the Round Table]---Knights directly under King Arthur.
Those who are given the title of Knights of the Round Table will have supreme power and will be powerful all over the world, and their names will be recited throughout human history.
Because the people who can become Knights of the Round Table are all extremely powerful monsters!
Because the [Trial of the Round Table] is so difficult and its mortality rate is so high that it is enough to scare away all the cowards in the world. Only those with the strongest strength, the best skills, and the most perseverance can succeed!
Because the Knights of the Round Table in Great Britain are synonymous with "absolute power", a symbol of "bravery and skill in fighting", a manifestation of "supreme wisdom", the embodiment of "holy virtue", and the last hope of mankind!
They are organized by King Arthur, the strongest team of knights to fight against [Boundless Darkness], they are the sharp blades that cut through the darkness, and they are the holy light that drives away evil!
The Knights of the Round Table are such an organization!
---Young people, do you want to join? Come and sign up!
Albert looked at the colorful page in front of him and was stunned for half a minute, then silently moved the mouse and closed the page.
"What are you doing?" Bedivere was still packing his luggage and preparing to go out. He saw the tiger man playing with some kind of iron box and couldn't help but asked curiously.
"Use the computer and search for information on the Internet. Please don't tell me that you don't know what a computer is." Albert suddenly felt very tired and didn't want to explain.
"What is a computer? And..." the werewolf asked anyway.
"A computer is...a brain that can run at high speed after being plugged in. When I have time, I can help you connect it. It can instantly increase your IQ hundreds of times."
"No, thank you." Bedivere knew that Al was talking nonsense and was too lazy to pay attention to him.
"The first step is to, uh, weave a very big one, and then you can happily climb on it like a spider."
After Al finished speaking, he thought about it for a moment. There seemed to be something wrong, but there didn't seem to be anything wrong?
Hearing this, the werewolf stopped and looked at Albert in disbelief: "Modern people have really weird tastes."
"You, a native living in the wilderness, won't understand." Albert looked at the werewolf with disdain: "Human technology has advanced rapidly in the past seven years, and you don't know it at all, right?"
This sentence really stung Bedivere. He hummed dejectedly: "Humph, I am a native, so what..."
"And computers have been around seven years ago, very long ago. You idiot."
(Are they even lower than natives? Haha...)
The young tiger man leaned on the back of the chair and stretched: "But it's really magical. This cabin can really make whatever cat you want, and even the computer can do it. And it actually has a network."
."
"What is---" Bedivere wanted to ask, but when he saw Albert looking at him fiercely, he quickly stopped: "Okay, pretend I didn't ask."
"But, Bedivere." The tiger man closed the laptop and the thing disappeared instantly. "Although I have heard of the [Knights of the Round Table] organization, its introduction online is really unreliable. That's right."
Isn't it a lie?"
"What did you say?!" The werewolf stared: "Arthur won't lie! The Knights of the Round Table are real!"
Seeing that Bedivere was so serious, Albert sneered and said sarcastically: "Yes, yes, your friend King Arthur is a great hero, and everything he says is the truth. Well, let's participate, that so-called [Round Table"
Trial]. The ferry tickets have also been booked and will leave tomorrow morning."
"What? So fast? Where did you book the tickets?"
Albert replied coldly: "Sir, I sent my familiar - a spider - to deliver the message."
"Uh... Okay." Werewolf Bedivere knew he had been fooled, but he couldn't refute anything, so he could only swallow his anger and said: "Al, you want to participate too?"
"I had nowhere else to go, so of course I participated."
"Great. This way we will have someone to take care of us along the way."
The tiger man said with a sullen face: "You'd better not think like this. Once the trial starts, we will be competitors. According to the data, the passing rate of the Knights of the Round Table is only one in 100,000. Each selection can eliminate a large number of people.
, there were even situations where it was impossible to choose a Knight of the Round Table for several years.
If people like us who have no background go to participate in the selection, I am afraid that we will be the first batch of people to be kicked out."
"No way." Bediwell was very optimistic: "I have been practicing for all this. Every minute and moment of these seven years is definitely not in vain."
"I hope so, my friend." Facing this weak werewolf young man, the tiger man Albert could only smile bitterly.
Same time, United Kingdom of Holy Britannia, London.
"Is it finally going to start again, [The Trial of the Round Table]." King Arthur looked at the people in the Wangli Grand Square who were busy setting up the venue, and was filled with emotion.
"Arthur," Kai, the Knight of the Round Table, walked past King Arthur and muttered: "Let's lower the standards this year. It has been three years since we elected a Knight of the Round Table, and the twenty-four knights' seats have not been elected yet.
If you fill it up, you will suffer a loss if we really start a war."
"No." The king was surprisingly stubborn in this regard: "I only want the best talents. Weak people are not worthy of being knights of the Round Table. If we really let them become knights, they will only die on the battlefield. Kai, don't forget that we organize the Round Table
The true purpose of the Knights. Letting unqualified people go to the battlefield is equivalent to pushing them to death. Can you do such a thing?"
"You may be right..." The red-haired knight touched his neatly cut short hair in annoyance, and said helplessly: "Okay, let's proceed with the selection as planned. I only hope that this year's candidates will
Let’s all try our best, at least one of us will be elected. Haha.”
"And ---" Seeing Kai want to leave, the King of Knights quickly stopped him: "Who wrote this year's slogan? It's really scary. Do you want to scare away the candidates?"
"Pfft..." Kai covered his mouth and smiled: "Don't ask me. It was written by that crazy old man Leon Dickens, and he specially ordered the people who prepared it to add the slogan. He probably thought that the selection of the Knights of the Round Table happens every year
It’s all the same. Those who know know, and those who don’t know don’t bother.”
"Tsk---"
"Don't worry." Kai smiled calmly, "We have strengthened safety measures this year and will be able to effectively reduce the mortality rate. Although death is almost inevitable."
"Please." King Arthur nodded slightly, indicating that Kai could leave.
The red-haired knight saluted the king, strode into the venue, and began to direct the layout of the venue.
At the same time, in a dark corner of London, there was a pair of malicious eyes secretly watching the King of Knights.
A huge conspiracy is brewing and is about to turn Great Britain upside down.
When the light shines brighter, the darkness beneath the light becomes darker. Light and darkness are originally one, both opposite and unified, symbiotic and mutually exclusive.
Early the next morning, Bediwell and Albert sat on the sled and headed for the port city of Roswell on the north coast.
"Haha, you're not naked. Are you running away?" Albert couldn't help but said sarcastically when he saw Bedivere wearing a thin and cool short dress.
"Idiot." The werewolf youth blushed, "I only dressed like that when I was alone at home. It's definitely not okay to wear like that in public. I'm not an exhibitionist!"
Even so, Bedivere's thin clothes are still very eye-catching. The cool-looking short-sleeved shirt flutters in the cold wind, giving people the illusion of being on a tropical beach. Not to mention the werewolf's knee-length shirt.
Long pants---this is clearly a piece of equipment for surfing on tropical beaches!
"Are you really not cold?" The sled moved at high speed, and the biting cold wind caused Albert to shiver. He was wearing a complete set of cold-proof clothes, but he still felt that a bit of cold air seeped into his body from the gaps in the clothes.
.
"It's not cold." The werewolf said disapprovingly, "My whole body is covered with wolf fur that has excellent thermal insulation capabilities."
It's minus twenty degrees Celsius outside. The cold wind caused by the high-speed sled is even more chilling. The werewolf Bedivere doesn't care at all. He is really a monster who is not afraid of the cold!
Albert shook for about ten minutes before the sled finally arrived at Kirkenes, a small town in the north of Novi.
White snow covered every hut in the town, and the whole town was deserted, with only a few people walking around.
"Are we here?" Bediwell jumped off the sled, "Where is the ship?"
"Ship---" As soon as Albert climbed off the sled, the sled disappeared without a trace.
But the tiger man has been used to seeing all kinds of strange things while living with Bediville these days. He was not too surprised. He just cleared his throat and pointed to the northeast: "Just walk from here. The port is right in the city.
The other side."
The werewolf walked behind the tiger man, looking at the surrounding scenery. Due to the cold, the whole city looked very depressed. Although it was located in the glorious region, the territory of humans, the city did not seem to be that rich and prosperous.
"Seeing that you are a bumpkin, I have to warn you first." Albert, who was walking in front, muttered to Bediwell, "Although the orcs and humans have signed a peace treaty, and everyone will not fight for the time being, the two races
The relationship between them is not as good as you think. It is best for you to avoid causing trouble, especially on human territory."
"Of course." The werewolf responded casually. Bedivere was very annoyed and helpless at being regarded as a bumpkin from the deep mountains and wilderness. He was too lazy to argue with Albert, so he had to keep everything in his heart.
People along the way looked at the two orcs with curiosity and fear, filling the entire city with an atmosphere of rejection and uneasiness.
"If I had known this, I should have worn a cloak." Only then did the werewolf regret his cool attire.
"It's useless. It can cover your dog head, but it can't hide your puppy tail." Al sneered. He led the werewolf through various alleys in the city, trying to avoid contact with people. Soon