Chapter 949: Seeking the Eternity in the Center of the Earth (22)
Chapter 949: Looking for the Netherworld in the Center of the Earth (22)
Only halfway through the sentence, Kai maliciously tried to sell it off and did not continue to explain what he meant by "lack of advantages".
With a mischievous smile, he turned to urge Kador: "Continue to roll the names. The rest will be explained before they set off."
"Okay-----" Kador gave the red-haired knight a white look: "Group 16? Members of Group 16, raise your hands!"
The roll call was quick and quiet. Soon it was Albert's turn----
"Number 23!"
"Huh?" The tiger raised the cat's paw and let out a low exclamation.
There is no suspense that Elaine and Albert are on the same team. The only suspense is which teammate they have left.
The person who surprised the tiger man youth was none other than the elf girl Chanel.
Their remaining teammate is none other than the French Knight of the Holy Lily and Mademoiselle Chanel of Orleans.
This is another bad fate.
The knight girl looked at the tiger and the white bear and couldn't help but feel extremely depressed. The white bear was okay, but she didn't like Albert. She was praying desperately that she wouldn't be assigned to the tiger's team------It seemed
It was the opposite of what we expected.
Palamedes began to shake his feet irritably, feeling uneasy. Soon it would be the big cat's team's turn to count, and Palamedes was alone, and he didn't know what kind of strange guy he would form a team with.
Team---------
"Number twenty-seven!" When Kador read out the number, Paramedis raised his hand helplessly.
He looked into the crowd, looking for his teammates, but his heart suddenly dropped - the other two teammates he was partnering with... Or rather, the other "one" teammate turned out to be the half-dragon Yi Wen.
.Yones.
"Oh. What a bad luck." When the half-dragon young man came over, he looked at the leopard warrior and shook his head: "One of the two candidates who were disqualified just now is in our team?"
"...It seems so." Big Cat became polite as soon as he met Ivan.
At least, this guy is not a strange face, he is an old friend in the Knights of the Holy King. It is not a big deal to lose one teammate. The fighting power of Paramedis and Ivan is enough to make up for this vacancy. In other words, for
For Palamedes and Ivan, who are inherently fast, having fewer people in the team makes it easier to move.
"Where are your sons?" Ivanko and the big cat started chatting and asked politely.
"Both are number 37. It will be their turn soon." Palamedes whispered back.
"Number thirty-seven." Kador read out in an orderly manner, and within a few minutes he had read the group of Saifer and Szegled.
The two young Leopard men raised their hands at the same time and looked around to confirm their remaining teammates.
Huh? No one raised their hands again?!
"You must be kidding me, how could it be such a coincidence." Palamedes frowned. His two sons could only form a team because their remaining teammate was also expelled.
One of the two candidates.
"Huh, that's great, meow." Said Faire.
"Yes, that's great, meow." Seglade also said.
"Are you fools?!" Palamedes was about to teach his sons a lesson.
"No, this is actually the best." Ivan comforted him, "The cooperation between the two brothers is the best. Rather than letting strangers get involved and disrupt their cooperation, it would be better -------"
"Hey! Wait! I'm here! Here!" A shout interrupted Ivan's words, causing the half-dragon young man to almost bite his tongue.
It turns out that Group 37 does not have a third member.
This guy was so short that he had been submerged in the crowd, and no one could see him when he raised his hands. He finally couldn't stand the silence, squeezed out of the crowd, raised his hands and shouted: "I'm here! Don't forget me.
!"
The noise this guy made was quite loud, and of course it attracted everyone's attention. When Bedivere saw the dwarf, he not only frowned again: it was that strange white-haired boy!
"Is this someone you know, Mr. Bedivere?" Solar came over and asked curiously.
The werewolf glared at the magic swordsman fiercely: "No. Besides, you don't have to worry about my affairs."
"Okay, my friend." Solar forced out a helpless giggle. This guy had no malicious intent at all, but he was just hated by the werewolf because he cared too much about Bedivere's affairs.
Another teammate--the noble and cool fish-man prince Tristan--was not very easy to deal with.
As soon as Tristan came up, he acted like a captain and accused the werewolf: "Why are you so stunned? What's the use of caring about other teams? Since we are in the same boat, it is better to discuss the next strategy first."
It’s better to care about other people’s things, right?”
"Huh." Bedivere rolled his eyes at Tristan: "There are a lot of people here, let's go aside and chat."
Even with the truce agreement, the relationship between the werewolf youth and the fishman prince is still very tense. This is destined to not be a harmonious team.
On the other side, the Leopard Man brothers also led the white-haired boy to a quieter corner and started talking as "companions."
The young leopard man first introduced himself: "I am Saifer, and this is my twin brother Seglade, meow. What about you? What is your name, meow?"
The white-haired boy was shouting loudly just now, but now he became inexplicably quiet, as if he was suffering from stage fright.
"Mordred." He answered very briefly, his slightly hoarse voice still childish.
"So...Mordred, how old are you, meow?" Seglade continued to ask, following his brother's lead: "You are so amazing. You passed the first stage of the Trial of Strength at such a young age, meow. Yours
You must be very skilled, right?"
"Thirteen years old." The white-haired boy ignored Seglade's flattery and directly answered.
"You're already so powerful at the age of thirteen, meow." The Leopard Man brother's face was a bit stiff. The white-haired boy in front of him didn't seem to talk much, and he was a difficult type to get along with.
"Anyway, anyhow, let's exchange information on each other's abilities, meow." A small bead of sweat appeared on Saifei's forehead: "But there's nothing to say. My brother and I are both leopard men, and we originally relied on our own feet.
Fight meow. Now that I can't use magic, I can only fight meow with this spear and this shield in my hand. Where are your weapons, meow Mordred?"
The white-haired boy pulled out a pair of sharp claws made of bones. They were the teeth of some kind of monster, and they were tied directly with cloth to make three-pronged claws. The sharpness was very good, and the claws were very hard, but a bit ordinary.
The two young leopard men looked at each other and felt a little incredible: "You can kill from the lower reaches of the Nile River all the way to Mount Gilimanjaro with this kind of thing?"
"No. I rely on myself." Mordred said something ambiguous.
"On your own...? Okay, meow." The two young leopard men looked at each other helplessly, "During the battle, we are responsible for opening the way in front. After fending off the enemy's attack, you wait for the opportunity to attack. This tactic can be used meow."
?"
The white-haired boy said without emotion: "Okay, that's it--"
Gu-------his stomach made a sound.
"---Let's do it." Mordred finished what he said, seemingly not caring about his abdominal rumblings at all.
Seglade frowned: "You haven't had dinner yet, meow?"
"I haven't eaten. I've finished eating all the dry food." The white-haired boy touched his abdomen, seeming to be worried about his empty stomach.
Saifei also frowned, feeling incredible: "You are so good at martial arts, but you don't know how to go down the mountain to hunt cats?"
Mordred's answer was even weirder: "Hunting? Mom never taught me."
This guy seems to be a spoiled child. He is thirteen years old and has no ability to take care of himself. Even so, his skills seem to be real. The two young leopard men learned from this child's strong and strong body.
The clues can be seen in the cumbersome muscles and the vigorous and powerful demeanor.
There may really be people like this in the world, who have been trained to fight since childhood, but don't know how to survive. What a strange person, I don't know what his parents think.
The discussion on Bedivere's side also started, although it was not very smooth.
"So, the weapons you have are whips, bows and arrows, and a short sword, hum." Tristan looked at the werewolf with slight contempt, and then turned to look at the magic swordsman Solar: "Your situation is even worse.
,Are these two pairs of swords your only weapons?"
The fishman prince was clearly showing off his equipment, this ugly guy. Bedivere kept silent, but he was cursing hard in his heart.
"What abilities do your weapons have? Can you tell me first?" The fishman prince asked again: "We must know the performance of the weapons in your hands before we can organize the battle."
"No need, forget it." The werewolf replied coldly: "We don't belong to the same team in the first place, so if we barely cooperate, it will just be a mess. Instead of spending time thinking about how to organize everyone's actions, it is better to start from the same team.
Besiege the same enemy on three sides, or spread out and fight multiple enemies one-on-one. This can avoid chaos."
"I agree." Solar also said, "I'm not good at cooperating with others either. It's really inefficient to do this."
Seeing that his proposal was refuted by his teammates at the same time, Tristan looked unhappy: "Okay, you can do whatever you like. Just remember one thing: If you don't work as a team, if you encounter danger, I won't have time to go."
Save you!"
Who wants you to save me? The werewolf cursed in his heart. I am not so useless that I need someone to save me.
"Ahem!" Kador, the Knight of the Round Table not far away, coughed again, attracting the attention of the candidates: "It's time for everyone to finish discussing tactics, right? Then, it's time for the exam to begin!"
One final note:
Team actions must be based on the survival rate of team members!
Each group of three of you will enter the underground palace. When we come back, we hope to see all three of them come back alive! If any group is missing any member, a certain amount of points will be deducted from the remaining members! ------ Those who cannot protect their companions well
No one is qualified to be a Knight of the Round Table!
That’s all I have to say, now, let’s start the exam!”
Following Kador's announcement, several staff members came forward and muttered words, as if they were activating some kind of spell.
About five minutes later, the stone walls in the cave began to move. Two inconspicuous rocks moved from both sides, opening a secret passage that was cleverly hidden.