Chapter 13: My Goal Is Victory
Behind the people of the military were more than twenty members of the Silver Forest Spear in silver cloaks. Tianlan saw the two annoying guys in the crowd at a glance, and couldn't help but sneer lightly.
But the other party didn't notice Fang Yu and his party, the two walked in the middle of the team, talked to each other occasionally, and soon fell out of everyone's sight.
Entering the hall was a man who stood as tall as a tower.
The other party wore only a thin linen shirt, revealing his bronzed muscles. His lips were thick and unsmiling, his dark eyes were like a pair of sharp eagle eyes under his towering brow bones, and his cheekbones were painted with two gray-white patterns, one perpendicular to his forehead and one perpendicular to his chin.
The long black hair was tied in strands of braid behind the back, and the thick braids hung down to the hips, and there were many small copper rings tied at the ends, which jingled when walking.
With the presence of this man, the entire hall fell silent.
"Mazak Cadmus," Azure whispered to the others, "he is the master of this place, the best blacksmith in the wilderness, and the maker of the law of Traveler's Rest." β
The tall man stood still in the hall.
Four dwarves followed him, and with their eight arms they carried up a stone platform into the hall, and from under the stone platform were carved with knives and axes, twelve naked giants stood together on the pedestal, and lifted the stone tray on it.
They placed the stone platform heavily in the center of the hall with a dull roar.
Kita whispered to the others that it was the Twelve Giants, the leaders of the Twelve Giants' clan defeated by the dwarves, and that Rotas had ordered them to serve in endless hard labor under the Throne of the Casters.
At this time, there was also a buzzing sound in the hall.
But Mazak clapped his hands to silence the crowd again. "Welcome to my camp, where a special showdown will be held tonight, and the winner will receive a precious gift of mineβthe best of my early years," he said. β
The dwarves turned off some of the lights, and the hall became dark.
While everyone was wondering, Mazak suddenly raised his hand, holding a white gold ring of transparent incandescent gold, like unquenched molten iron after being burned red, shining brightly in the darkness.
Everyone gasped.
They didn't need any words to describe it, and they understood that this was the Ring of Golden Flames.
Mazak placed the ring on the tray with envious eyes.
He looked up, his dark eyes reflecting the reflection of gold, and his sharp gaze looked around the hall. "Today we will witness the birth of the champion in the presence of the fair Oli, and I hope that every participant will swear to the fair one in their hearts that they will win the competition by fair means β otherwise, they will do so at their own risk."
His words were not loud, but they were full of unquestionable majesty, and finally he said softly: "So, the game starts now." β
The hall was brightened again.
A dwarf leader of the Kaolin Business Alliance stepped forward, holding a copper megaphone in his hand, and shouted in a sharp voice: "Please leave the competition venue immediately for those who are stranded in the center of the hall, the official players will enter from this direction, and the registration for the peripheral competition will be carried out on the east side of the hall, please go in that direction!" β
The hall was immediately noisy with a bang, and the crowd dispersed, some trying to cross the hall to sign up, while others searched for their spots.
Fang Yu saw that the people of the military were drowned behind the flow of people.
He breathed a sigh of relief and wiped a cold sweat, but for the sake of caution, he still pulled up his hood and let the curtain hang down to cover most of his face. Kita watched his movements in confusion: "Brother Ed, you don't look very good. β
"It's a little too cold."
The answer couldn't have been harder, and Attila glanced up at the brightly burning fireplace not far away.
Kita didn't doubt him, and nodded earnestly. "The temperature can drop very low at night in the Egunn Forest, but it's fine in the inn."
Sky Blue didn't even hear what was being said. This little French girl looked very excited, looked around at the flow of people, and then turned around and said with some excitement: "Let's go, go over there to sign up, do you see it." Everyone else has already passed. β
This proposal made Fang Yu sit like wax.
Because he doesn't want to participate in this competition now.
In front of the military, he is not a fool. Don't forget that the Stargate Special Operations Team, a permanent unit stationed at Stargate, is specially used by various countries to catch stowaways.
But Tianlan obviously didn't understand Fang Yuan's complicated mood, and looked at him with blinking: "Brother Ed, what are you doing in a daze?" β
"Not ......"
Fang is trying to come up with a plausible excuse.
But then Attila suddenly stood up and said, "I'll take Ed to sign up, and the others will stay here." β
"Huh?" Tianlan was stunned: "Why?" β
"Especially you, Frei," said Attila, looking at her, "I am most uneasy about you, and you will stay here and not there until I return." β
Tianlan raised her mouth high, and her dissatisfaction was written on her face, but she didn't reply. She sat down sullenly, her hands stretched out on the table, as if she were a dead fish.
Attila shook her head when she looked angry and amused like this.
Only then did she look back at Fang Yu and said, "Let's go, Ed." β
Fang Yu hesitated for a moment, knowing that he couldn't stand it, who told him that he had been too active about the prize money of the competition before? Now that he suddenly changed his words, it is inevitable that people will be suspicious, not to mention that Luo Yu has also seen his video, maybe he will recognize him at once.
Although he vaguely felt that Attila and the others would not do anything to him, there were many people here, and others would not see anything.
However, he was in a hurry, and suddenly he saw the Paparal man who was placed in a chair beside him, and the latter was sleeping soundly with his stomach stretched and contracted. And on the other party's belt, there is also a short sword with a sheath hanging diagonally.
So Fang Yu pretended to get up, and took the sheep out of the short sword.
Under the cover of long sleeves, several people didn't notice his small movement.
With the dagger backhand in his sleeve, Fang Yu followed Attila through the crowd. He quietly opened the craftsman's menu, imagined the shape of a mask in his mind, adjusted the structure with the system, and then put it on the short sword.
It was the first time he had worked in such a situation, and he realized how difficult it was to connect the points of the structure while being distracted, and because the mind could not stay focused at all, he failed several times in just one fell swoop.
Fortunately, the short sword was well-made, and the original forger was very skilled, leaving many redundant structural points, which allowed him to complete the production with a stumbling finish.
He just looked at the quality of the finish, and it was basically on the edge of scrap - fortunately it was just a mask, which would not work at all in terms of delicate and flexible construction.
And Fang Yu was about to put on a mask.
At this time, Attila in front of him suddenly asked, "Ed, did you have a holiday with the people of the Spear of the Silver Forest?" β
"Huh?" Fang Yu paused for a moment.
"When you met those two people before, your reaction was much more vigilant than that of ordinary people, and you wore a hood before, but you actually didn't want to face them?" The elven girl replied softly.
Fang Yu didn't expect Attila to observe so carefully.
But that's not right at all.
He didn't know how to explain to the other party that the reason why he was vigilant was because what happened that day made him instinctively distrust the people of the Spear of the Silver Forest and Gefritt.
As for the back, it's even more outrageously wrong -
But this is all something that can't be said, and he can only nod his head and pretend to be stupid.
"Don't mind, I'm not trying to get into your business," Attila said, "but I'm afraid that the child will not see this and expose you." β
"I didn't do anything more, did I?" She turned her head and looked at Fang Plover with emerald green eyes.
Fang Yu was slightly stunned.
He couldn't help but be very moved in his heart, he didn't expect this elf girl to think so carefully about herself, which made him feel guilty in his heart, and he made up his mind to tell the other party the truth after leaving this place.
The two talked and walked to the registration point. A few dwarfs passed by here with boxes on their heads, and before Fang Yu could see the staff, he heard a conversation not far away:
"It's the military."
"How could they get involved in such a small competition?"
"God knows, I always feel that this game is not that simple......"
Fang Yu suddenly chuckled in his heart.
He looked up, and the crowd in front of him was exactly separated, and this revealed the scene behind him - military personnel in black coats had actually pulled up a blocking line there, and every contestant who entered it, they would carefully check it one by one.
When Fang Yu saw this scene, his eyes almost went dark, and he almost wanted to pull Atira to turn around and leave.
Unfortunately, it was too late, and the contestants in front had already taken a step forward behind the blocking line, and the young soldier in charge of the inspection had already noticed them and beckoned to the two to pass.
Compared to Attila's calmness and naturalness, Fang Ou felt as stiff as a mummy.
Attila seemed to notice the abnormality of the plover behind her, and reminded in a low voice: "Don't be too nervous, this will attract attention, look around, the person from the Spear of the Silver Forest is not here." β
Fang Yu felt a little crying in his heart.
He's not afraid of the cats and dogs of the spear of the silver forest at all, okay?
Zhang Tianmu frowned and looked at the young man in front of himβthe tall forest elf girl looked like an aboriginal and was out of his radarβbut the former, this guy actually had half a silver metal mask on his face.
Of course, because the Electors of the New World will inevitably have a grudge against others, it is not uncommon here to wear masks or wrap themselves in heavy cloaks.
But it's the first time he's seen such a stylish mask.
Fang Yu himself was actually very weak in his heart, the short sword of the Paparal was actually forged by Mithril, and he only discovered this when he put on the mask, no wonder there were so many redundant structural points on the short sword.
A Mithril Mask β
So it was not difficult for him to understand why the soldier in front of him looked at himself like a retarded person.
However, Zhang Tianmu was not really in this trivial matter, he only turned around and beckoned to his deputy: "Come and check on him." β
The deputy immediately walked over, glanced at the two of them, then took the box from a little dwarf and took out a glow device that Fang Ou had never seen before.
Then he said to the plover, "Put your hand on it." β
Fang Yu was a little confused, and instinctively hesitated. But he also knew that he couldn't help himself now, so he could only honestly put his hand up, and in an instant, he seemed to see a light blue streamer in his field of vision.
It was kind of like the glow of his dragon knight system.
The whole process takes only a second or two.
After looking at it for a while, the deputy immediately nodded to Zhang Tianmu, and whispered in his ear: "There is a system, level three." β
"Just reached level three?"
The deputy shook his head: "It's a lot, but I can't see it." β
Zhang Tianmu nodded, then he no longer looked at the two of them, only waved his hand and said, "Go over, someone over there will explain the rules of the game to you." β
The two of them crossed the blocking line of the military people, and vaguely heard the deputy behind them discussing with his boss: "Captain Zhang, that person is wearing a Mithril mask......
"I see it."
"Are all the newcomers so rich now?"
"Who knows, it's stupid, right? In addition, what do you want to do with all this miscellaneous things, be serious. β
"I'm sorry, sir."
Although Fang Yu heard a black line, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, and he couldn't help but pull his neckline, his whole body was already soaked with sweat, and he was drenched as if he had been fished out of water.
There was still some wonder in his heart, he didn't know what those military people were doing there.
Isn't it coming at him?
Or is there some other part-time task for the Stargate Special Task Force now?
Fang Yu couldn't help but ask, "Miss Attila, have you had such an examination before?" β
Attila shook her head: "This is the first time, probably because of the final." β
Final?
Fang Yu didn't believe it, when did the people in the military start to care about these small competitions in these places? What's more, even if you care, you don't need to use the Stargate Special Task Force.
As they were thinking this, the two of them had already arrived at the field of the qualifiers, which was actually not large, but had just cleared an area on the east side of the hall. The gnwarfs haven't even moved their tables and chairs, leaving them where they are.
A dwarf is standing at a table and shrieking to explain the rules of the game to the others.
The rules of the qualifiers are actually very simple, the previous round is a qualification test, as long as you pass the assessment of the competition party, you will be considered to have reached the standard. The questions in the exam are not difficult, that is, the contestants are given a time limit to steer the clockwork fairy through a sufficient number of obstacles.
Fang Yu probably guessed that the purpose of this assessment was just to eliminate those guys who were indiscriminately filling up the numbers from the real contestants.
He looked around and found that there were really a lot of contestants in the first round, there were thirty or forty people, and he didn't know how many people would be left after the first round of assessment.
But even the simplest first round of assessment, for those who pass, there is actually a reward of 1,000 sears, which is about equivalent to a participation prize, but it is enough to make people sigh at the wealth of the owner here.
By this time, the dwarf had already explained the rules of the game, and only then did he call out all the contestants to get ready, and put on their own flexible handling gloves.
Fang Ou also did as he was told, and Attila pushed him from behind, making him step forward. Only then did Fang Yu realize that his control gloves were too tattered, and there were only two silver rails on the dial.
In order not to be noticeable, he thought about wrapping the dial with a piece of cloth for a while, but he didn't expect Fang Yu to underestimate the eye-catching degree of his manipulation gloves.
He had just been getting ready when he heard a chuckle coming from the side. Fang Yu subconsciously turned his head, only to see a tall thin alchemist with glasses looking at him, and couldn't help but smile: "Sorry, buddy, I didn't mean to. But your gloves are a bit too ingenious. β
Fang Yu saw that this person's outfit should also be a contestant, with five silver stars on the neckline, the level was much higher than him, and he was a fifth-level alchemist.
Then he looked at his gloves that had been dismantled in pieces, and even cut by a dagger to reveal his fingers, and he was a little embarrassed in his heart, scratching his face and forcibly explaining: "No way, it's not easy to change it if you're used to it." β
The man grinned and said, "I know, I know, who doesn't have a down-and-out time." β
He stretched out his hand to Fang Yu: "My name is Wandering Hu Di, my real name is Hu Di, you can call me Hu Di." My goal is the same as yours, just get the prize money through the first round. β
Fang Yu paused for a moment, but also held the other party's hand.
He raised his head, revealing a silver half-mask, and smiled slightly and thought of a pseudonym for the time being.
"Well," he said, "my name is Char, Char-Aznable. β
"As for my goal, it's only victory."
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