And so the semi-finals ended, in a way that most people didn't imagine. For more up-to-date chapters, visit: ШЩЩ.(7)(9)XS.сОМ. This time it can be very busy for the Alchemy Guild, since there are only two semi-finals, it is supposed to try to stretch the time as far as possible in the schedule. However, the match between Darko and Gafreřák ended in less than a minute, and even if a show, such as a singing and dancing acrobatic performance, was already scheduled, the main play was too short and would inevitably affect the whole. Fortunately, the spectators in the stands unanimously pointed the finger at the Gafreshak team, and vented their anger at the previous many fake games, and the boos in the stadium could not be calmed down for a long time, but bought a lot of time for the Alchemy Guild.

The dead orc leader was carried off the field by the staff, and Ashiba was taken away by Otto, still looking at Sevier with indignation. Sevier didn't stay to watch the rest of the race, laughing and walking out of the Colosseum along the athletes' passage at the South Gate, waving to the angry crowd behind him.

When Sevier disappeared from the sight of the others, the smile on his face was gone, replaced by infinite depression and weariness. Even his right eye, which only has the whites of his eye, no longer looks weird at this time, but adds a touch of loneliness to him. He walked all the way, and soon walked out of the big 'gate' of the Colosseum and headed for the commercial district across the street.

The Colosseum is located in the heart of St. Yale's city, and there are many restaurants nearby, and it is tea time and business is very busy. Sevier walked straight into a restaurant facing the Colosseum, which, unlike the others, was not dining at all, but had been chartered. When Sevier walked up to the second floor, he saw a 'female' figure sitting with her back to the staircase, sitting by the window and looking at the Colosseum opposite.

"This time, why didn't you try to resist your prophecy again?" The 'female' voice was soft and fluttering, like a faint fragrance in the air, which was difficult to catch, "Although the opponent's strength is also very strong, your orc commander's advantage in attack power cannot be ignored, with the strength of your team, it is not without a chance to fight, right?"

"Forget it, this time I admit defeat, since I can't even win the Dakko team in gambling, why do I think I can win the game?" Sevier walked straight to the seat opposite the 'girl' and sat down, picked up the coffee pot and poured himself half a cup of coffee and drank it all, then frowned slightly, "I hate coffee without sugar." ”

"I know. The 'woman' covered her mouth and chuckled a few times, not knowing whether she was laughing at Sevier's prophecy or laughing at tricking him into drinking bitter coffee, "Is this right, since it is your own prophecy, why do you have to resist it?"

Speaking of prophecy, Sevier's face became ugly again, "It's not that you don't know, prophecy is a technique to spy on the future, but the future is not just one possibility, but thousands of kinds. The prophet can only reduce the error by narrowing the unknown range and increasing the known settings, but he can't avoid it after all! Even the god of prophecy can't guarantee that his prediction will be correct!"

"But your prediction has never been wrong, and the two teams that Android asked you to predict the finals this time are also correct, even if you deliberately resist yourself, you can't change it. "If it weren't for your high level of prophecy, could it be that you were lucky enough? ”

"There is no god of fate!" Sevier retorted, pausing and sighing, "It is precisely because I have never made a mistake that I am disturbed, don't forget the cause and effect compensation!"

When the 'girl' heard this, her expression became a little more solemn. Causal compensation is a very mysterious concept in prophecy, the higher the level of the prophet, the higher the accuracy of prophecy, and this accuracy is relatively stable. For example, for a great prophet of Sewell's level, the accuracy of prophecy is about 60%, which means that if there are 100 predictions, then there are 60 correct ones, and 40 wrong ones, which is not too big. But there are also some soothsayers who will make accurate predictions in a continuous 'sexuality', and then they will continue to make mistakes in their 'sexuality' for a period of time. If you have accurately predicted 60 times in a row, it is very likely that you will have to compensate for the errors 40 times in a row to achieve a balance of prediction accuracy at this level, which is called causal compensation.

Sevier continued to say to himself, "Since the day I became a prophet, I have made a total of 1,024 predictions, and all 1,024 of them are accurate. Then I became more and more uneasy, fearing that when the causal compensation for my body came, that false prophecy would be a huge mistake that would never be recovered. ”

The 'girl' didn't care about Sewell's emotions, and said disdainfully, "Trouble is coming, with us on top, what are you worried about?"

Sevier choked on the words of the 'female', but he couldn't find anything to refute, so he had to sigh helplessly, "It's still easy for you to use your precognitive ability, which has the function of prophecy, and is not subject to the constraints of prophetic causal compensation." ”

"Even then, you can only see what you're going to do in 3 seconds. The 'female' pointed at Sevier, not caring about Sevier's feelings at all, while her gaze was always looking at the Colosseum and never leaving, "Moreover, although the prophecy real name ability is not limited by the causal compensation of prophecy, it is not something that everyone can see through. ”

Sevier was said to be a little embarrassed, although three seconds is not too long, but if the opponent knows his state after 3 seconds during the battle, it is enough to be targeted to death. Sevier picked up the coffee pot and poured himself a full cup of coffee, and was about to hide his embarrassment by drinking coffee, but he remembered that it was bitter coffee, and he didn't drink it for a while, so he froze there.

Fortunately, the 'girl' didn't laugh at Sevier anymore, and she said softly, "The final will be in a week, and I will be responsible for guarding that variable, and the task will be 'handed over' to you." ”

Sevier wanted to say something, but was stopped by the 'girl' waving his hand, "I believe in your prophecy, the 1025th accurate prediction, and I am looking forward to that variable very much." ”

……

At the same time, the competition in the Colosseum was in full swing, with the second semi-final between Kostner and Rochechren 'Goal' Ding.

Kevin sat in the stands, surprisingly calm, and at this time he was still in the armament stage, so he took out his pocket magic clock and checked the time from time to time. For Kevin's actions, Darko and the others are a little strange, usually only seeing that Kevin will pay attention to the time nervously during the orc ring match, for fear that the time period he bet on will be missed. But now it's only the arming stage, and it's half an hour for both players to arm the orc warriors, so why is Kevin so nervous.

Kevin didn't pay attention to the rest of the crowd, his full attention was on Team Costner's Android, while he kept muttering, "Metal impurities were filtered and purified in 5 minutes and 21 seconds...... At 13 minutes and 06 seconds, he completed the shaping of the gloves and began to fine-tune the joints...... 19 minutes, complete the formation diagram construction ......"

Kevin's expression grew more and more solemn, and by the time Android 'handed over' the gloves to the enchanter, a layer of sweat had oozed from his head. He slumped back in his chair, panting violently, as if he had just done a very vigorous exercise. Even his own race against the clock to forge his gloves has never worked so hard.

Darko asked worriedly, "What's wrong Kevin?" are you alright?"

"Not a second is bad......" Kevin's eyes seemed to be looking at the sky without focus, and muttered to himself, "Not a second is bad!"

Darko and the others were slightly puzzled, and immediately realized that what Kevin was talking about was Android's control of time when casting gloves. They also often time each step during their exercises, so that they can plan their time more accurately. However, no matter how accurate the steps are, the error will be at least about half a minute, and the more accurate control time will not have much effect. Android's ability to 'fine' control the timing of each step to less than a second is not an indication of how skilled it is, but it is certain that the deviation of its casting gloves must be very small. It may even be exactly the same as the boxing gloves cast in the previous fights, and even the difference in 'sex' is minimal.

Leah was stunned for a moment, and blurted out, "Could it be that Costner brought that pocket magic clock to calculate time in this game, not for the gambling in the previous game?"

Hearing this, Phyllis pursed her lips disdainfully, "How is it possible, I know the nature of this kind of guy best, he is a magic clock prepared for gambling." ”

When the match shifted from the fighters' armed zone to the ring, the two orc warriors began a battle without 'fancy', almost a duel of pure strength and armament. It is easier to see from the 'engagement' of the orc warriors that the Costner team is still the same as the original routine, and has not made any adjustments due to the change of opponents. This is true not only of the fist gloves cast by the foundry, but also of the enchanter's enchantment, the glyphs copied by the inscriptionist, and the 'potion' of the 'potion' master.

Looking at the Rochechren 'Gate' Ding team, it seems that they have not taken any countermeasures because they have faced a strong enemy, and all the armed measures are to enhance the attack, defense, agility, etc. in an all-round way. Both teams are armed with orc warriors like textbooks, but the degree of 'refinement' is unprecedented, the two sides are constantly switching between simple offense and defense, and the collision of strength is like a spark. The audience in the stadium was also infected by the momentum of this head-on collision, and the sound of a 'wave' higher than a 'wave' resounded throughout the Colosseum.

In the main stand, several high-ranking members of the Alchemy Guild were also discussing with each other.

"It seems that this is a hard-hitting and strong dialogue, with no 'shady' tricks and no off-the-field factors. Victoria seems to be commenting on the game, but she is actually referring to something.

Lesotho didn't care, but said with the same admiration, "I have seen too much 'yin' tricks, but it is this kind of game that feels 'fine', and this can also directly see the strength and weakness of the alchemy of the two sides." ”

"Weakers can't do their best in every aspect, so they need to concentrate all their strengthening on one thing, and the others will naturally become weaknesses and will be targeted. Therefore, the relationship between the target and the targeted will only exist between the weak teams, but the strong teams can balance all the 'characteristics', and there is no so-called shortcomings. "Lei 'Meng' is a straight 'character', and he obviously likes the fighting style of the two teams on the field now.

Maxi smiled and nodded slightly, "Only in this way is the return to the original intention of the Alchemy Grand Prix, we should be glad to have teams like Rochechren 'Gate' Ding and Kostner." Although some of the early games have been affected by various aspects, at least from now on, they are back on track. ”

In any case, these people are also the top leaders of the Alchemy Guild, and they certainly have to think about the interests of the Alchemy Guild and turn a blind eye to those fake matches. But as an alchemist, my intention is to hope that the Alchemy Grand Prix can really rely on strength to compete, so that the most talented and potential team in each auxiliary class can win the championship.

As he spoke, the situation on the field gradually became clearer, and the orc warriors of the Costner team gradually gained the upper hand. At the beginning, it was only a small advantage, but this advantage gradually accumulated between each attack and defense, and I don't know when it began, the orc warriors of the Rochechren 'Men' Ding team began to lose one after another.

In the 21st minute of the game, the orc warriors of the Rochechlen 'Gate' Ding team suddenly fell to one knee on the ground after an attack, and it was obvious that they were no longer able to fight. After the ten-second countdown, the chief referee declared Kostner the winner.

There was a round of applause in the stadium, and compared to the obvious match-fixing match of the Gafreřak team in the last game, this 'fierce' battle seemed full of sincerity. Against the backdrop of this applause, the six members of Rochechren's 'goal' team were highlighted even more lonely, and Si'Mon Ni even 'sobbed' and was about to cry.

"We are indeed inferior in skills, and we have no regrets. Arroyo put his arm around his sister's shoulders and comforted, "Continue to work your professional skills, and wait until the next Alchemy Grand Prix in five years' time, and we will fight again!"

Hearing Arroyo's words, several members of the Rochechlen 'goal' team also perked up, and the depression caused by the defeat was swept away. In the distant stands, Darko was even more apprehensive, he knew the strength of Rochechlen's 'goal' team before the game, and even played a wolf fight with Arroyo. In Darko's view, the strength of Rochechren's 'goal' team and his own team was also between the pendulum, and even then they still lost to Kostner. After Asiba was transferred, his combat effectiveness was on a higher level, and Darko was a little more confident, but at this time, seeing the desperate 'precision' of the Costner team, he felt bottomless in his heart again.

Wendy was looking in the direction of the Costner team and sighed, "They are really stable and terrible, they don't care what the opponent's tactics are, they just use the same routine, all the way through." ”

"Attack, defense, speed, etc. are mainly 'sex', and compared with the previous games, there is not much 'wave'. Kevin had returned to normal by this time, and his tone had become very calm.

"Even I can tell that your brother's team is strong, and you don't seem to care. Otto looked at Kevin strangely, "Are you in the finals, is there any way you can beat your brother?"

"Nope. Kevin shook his head decisively, but still smiled, "But I've been able to determine that my brother is declaring war on me." ”

What he meant was that the orc warriors of their team had always been the same unchanging 'nature', like a 'gate' threshold. If I want to defeat him, I'll have to cross that threshold. ”

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