Today is the day when the Round Table Trial Arena begins, and Bediwell woke up early.
"Ugh..." As soon as he came up, he heard the screams of Elaine the White Bear. The White Bear sat on the ground with his head in his arms, suffering from a splitting headache because of his hangover.
"You deserve it, you drank too much last night." Bedivere patted Elaine's bear head: "Go and freshen up, we are going to participate in the arena competition soon."
"Hmm." Elaine muttered, got up, and headed toward the bathroom.
Ten minutes later, everyone finished breakfast in the restaurant of the Cairo Hotel. Their demon-sealing bracelets also sounded a notice from the organizer of the Round Table Trial: "All candidates, please gather in the hotel lobby immediately. The draw ceremony for the competition will begin soon."
Already."
"It's finally here, meow." Albert tilted his neck and made a muscle-relaxing movement.
"Should we start fighting in the ring immediately after drawing the lots?" Saifei's face showed some worry: "The weapon plug-in system has not been worked on at all."
"Probably not." Palamedes shrugged and walked towards the elevator: "They haven't returned [Gunir] to me yet."
Everyone arrived at the first floor of the hotel from the elevator. As soon as they left the lobby, they saw a large group of candidates waiting there. Several knights of Great Britain were also there, using the electronic ledgers in their hands to count the candidates present. When everyone was there,
From now on, everyone will probably move to the examination room and start drawing lots.
Bediwell subconsciously hid the Luna steel scimitar at his waist. He was not afraid that the knife would be stolen because it was too precious, but that the glass knife, which looked like a toy, would be laughed at by other candidates. Although the competition
Glade patted his chest to ensure the power of this knife, but Bedivere still couldn't believe it. He didn't even plan to sacrifice this "sword" in the first battle, fearing that it would break with a single knock.
Tiger, on the other hand, had the completely opposite attitude to Bedivere. He was fiddling with the Luna steel scimitar in his hand, admiring the beauty of the glass knife under the light of the morning sun. Other candidates saw Albert holding the scimitar.
They were playing with glass knives, and they were all suppressing the smiles on their faces - but judging from their contemptuous smiles, most of them regarded the tiger man youth as a fool, and even Bediwell and his party.
They all thought they were fools. Once he noticed the contemptuous expressions of these candidates, Bedivere felt particularly aggrieved. He blamed all of this on that stupid tiger who had no head and no sense of the general situation, and wished he could give it to Al right away.
Bert gave him a beating.
"Good morning, my friends!" Solar's voice sounded like the rising sun, temporarily dispelling the clouds in Bedivere's heart. The magic swordsman walked out of the elevator and greeted everyone refreshed.
"Soral..." The werewolf glanced at the magic swordsman. The guy was carrying two exquisite lizard-tooth scimitars given to him by Segrad on his back, and there was a third knife on his waist.
That is, the Luna Steel Scimitar. The cold light on the first two swords made the candidates present can't help but be wary of it. Although the third sword seemed ridiculous, the candidates had no time to pay attention to it.
Following Solar closely was Ivan. They took the same elevator and probably lived in rooms not far apart.
"How is Tristan doing?" the werewolf asked as soon as he saw Ivan.
"He is very good. He passed the critical period last night, and with the intensive treatment of magic, he will be back to take the exam soon." Ivan explained without emotion, and then he pushed the frame of his glasses with his hand.
He looked at the werewolf with curiosity: "I heard that you gave Tristan the blood transfusion. That is impossible. Do you also have the blood of the mermaid royal family in your body?"
"Want to know?" Bedivere smiled mysteriously and asked tentatively: "Would you like to take off your glasses and scan my body with your proud eagle eye skills?"
"If I could do it, I would have done it long ago." Ivan tapped the demon-sealing bracelet on his left arm with his fingers. Obviously, the demon-sealing bracelet sealed part of the power of Ivan's Eagle Eye Technique, making it impossible for the Eagle Eye Technique to see through molecules.
Level of detail. This is good news for Bedivere.
"Are you all here?" the voice of the Knight of the Round Table, Cador, sounded in the lobby. He probably saw that the candidates were almost all here, and planned to lead them to draw lots.
"Then let's set off to the venue of the arena competition and let's talk as we go." Cador began to move. So the candidates followed closely behind the Knights of the Round Table and walked out of the hotel.
"This time the arena competition adopts a mixed competition system of [knockout tournament] and [battleroyal]. The remaining sixty-seven candidates in the previous stage of the examination will be divided into twelve groups, each with
Group five to six people and conduct the first round of single-elimination knockout. ------I repeat, this is a single-elimination knockout. The loser will be eliminated directly. Please do your best to meet the challenges of each event.
!"
The candidates were almost excited. To lose the qualification to take the exam immediately after losing one game? This is too unkind! Everyone was talking about it, and most of them were voices of protest. This single-elimination elimination competition system is too unstable.
Lack of fairness! Candidates can't help but feel panic - God knows in which battle they will just perform poorly and lose, completely losing their qualifications for the exam?!
"I know you have doubts in your hearts, but the decision of the organizers of the conference is absolute." Kador responded coldly: "There were more than 60 candidates left in the last exam. Your number is too huge, and we
There is not enough time to screen you in detail. Single-elimination knockout is our only option! If you are really that uneasy, you should make pre-war preparations and face every game in the best condition!
"
"Ahem!" After the commotion among the candidates calmed down a bit, Kador cleared his throat and continued: "After the first round of single elimination, we will select twelve candidates from twelve groups.
Then these twelve candidates will take the second round of exams, which is the [Great Melee]. The twelve candidates will fight each other on the same battlefield, and finally the strongest warrior will be selected!"
"...Then what? Will that person become a Knight of the Round Table?" Palamedes couldn't help but ask.
"That's a good question." Kador turned his head and glanced at Palamedes: "But no. The person who wins in the ring competition will only get a higher evaluation in the exam at best. Will he be
Being named a Knight of the Round Table depends on your future performance."
Is it that damn grading system again? Bediwell cursed in his heart. Moreover, the grading system is still opaque. Candidates have no way of knowing how many points they have obtained so far. Everything can only be guessed. But one thing is certain. They
As long as you keep winning, keep performing well, and perform well in front of the organizers of the Round Table Trials, you will eventually be able to win the favor of the Knights of the Round Table and qualify as a Knight of the Round Table.
To this end, everyone must work hard like their lives, and must not let up in every battle.
The same is true for battles in reality. Every time it is a life-threatening battle. Defeat once means death, and there will be no chance to come back again. Whether it is a single-elimination round-robin in the first round or a second round
In the big melee, the organizers of the round table trial were vaguely revealing this idea to the candidates.
A warrior who has experienced hundreds of battles should have understood the organizer's intentions well, so he would not keep yelling about such trivial matters. The werewolf had observed the guys who complained just now, and they were probably all weak candidates.
(Although they were already very powerful for reaching this point), they were terrified about their future; while Bedivere and his group never even lamented - thinking of this, the werewolf immediately felt relieved.
Everyone was walking in the wilderness outside Cairo, and soon came to the British battleship [Attack Palamides]. At this time, the battleship did not turn on the optical camouflage, which was quite conspicuous in the wilderness. It was anchored in the Red Sea.
On the edge of the ship, the metallic luster of the ship shines in the sunlight.
The staff moved out a huge scoreboard from the battleship's warehouse, which projected a holographic screen in the air that was easily visible to everyone present. The promotion charts for the twelve groups had been pre-drawn on the screen, and it was just waiting for
The candidates drew lots one by one and filled in their names in the blank spaces at the bottom of the chart.
"It's lottery again." Albert looked at the holographic screen and sighed. Tiger's luck in lottery has been very bad in the past. The last time he drew lots at Mount Kilimanjaro, Tiger also got bad luck.
Sign: Originally, his points were at the bottom, and he had to form a team with the other two candidates who had the bottom points, Elaine and Chanel. As a result, they were the last team to enter the Gilimanjaro Volcano Underground Palace. From the beginning, they were
At a complete disadvantage.
I just hope that I get a better draw this time. It would be best if all the guys in the same group are weaklings, so that he can advance easily. Tiger prayed in his heart. If strong players like Bediwell and Paramedis are here
In the same group, they fight to the death, and in the end, only one strong person who has been beaten and disabled enters the big melee, and things are perfect.
"Then, the drawing ceremony begins." Just as Tiger was daydreaming wonderfully, the Knight of the Round Table, Kador, announced loudly: "The first candidate to be drawn is: Chief, Prince Tristan of the Kingdom of Iceland."
Is it Tristan again? Bedivere wondered. But the ranking was not far from the werewolf's guess, and he was not surprised at all. Tristan's points were already at the top before entering the Gilimanjaro Volcano Underground Palace.
In addition, that guy also participated in the final battle in the Earth's Center Labyrinth, and one of the people who defeated the Purple Flame Dragon was the Murloc Prince.