"Your teammates have entered the semi-final draw process, please select a teammate to draw for the semi-finals to select the opposing team."

Yi Qiu looked at the prompt information on the retina, he didn't know much about these things.

When he once sank into the Summoner's Canyon, more often than not, he was still engaged in fierce rookie pecking in the Bronze Division.

I don't have much interest in events and stuff like that.

But occasionally watching the game with his roommates, he also learned a little.

It's just that these understandings are still stuck in the players, teams, and all kinds of unpretentious or dazzling high-end operations, but I don't know much about the process of the event.

However, if the lottery is drawn, Yi Qiu has some impressions.

Because he remembers that one year's competition, a seemingly lucky draw hit his roommate's favorite team.

It seemed like a distant memory, and he had gradually forgotten what he had learned there, and he would no longer miss those trance-like years.

But whenever I think about it, my heart still fluctuates slightly.

It's not too intense, but it has a more mellow taste.

Especially after Yi Qiu has experienced a variety of complex multiverse adventures, this mellow taste is even more evocative.

Maybe it's not just youth, it's a game, it's a dazzling splendor in the life of mortal things.

Yi Qiu touched his bald head, what he had hoped for was the passage of time, going upstream, back to that time full of pure joy and depression.

But now, what he is chasing is to jump over this colorful river.

Like a splashing fish, with its fins as its wings, it soars into the sky......

"Are you going to try your luck, Isabella?"

Bikz looked at the draw prompt that refreshed on the retina, and he was not interested.

For an academic mage, he is not interested in the random results of chaos.

Perhaps the process of hiding some mysteries would make him feel a little more worthwhile.

However, he didn't think the draw for the Canyon Championship would have any far-reaching impact on the final result.

Because as the team that won the championship, the final result should not be placed on a dice.

Sometimes, though, there are still people who are keen on this kind of metaphysical stuff......

"No, I think Yi has a certain advantage in this regard."

To Bikz's surprise, Isabella did not accept or refuse, she directly proposed a new plan.

Bikz looked at Isabella and replied in a somewhat unexpected way.

Beneath his seemingly bland appearance, the consciousness of constantly calculating some details of the game is divided into a single piece dedicated to thinking about the source of the problem.

He didn't think that Isabella's unexpected reply was arbitrary, it must have been something he hadn't yet noticed or knew......

"Why does she feel that Yi Qiu has an advantage in this regard?"

"Wait, I think I get ......"

Bikzi looked at Yi Qiu, and his extraordinary wisdom and massive database allowed him to get the answer in the first time:

"Son of the Plane, are you extraordinarily lucky?"

Although this judgment is not supported by overly solid data, Bikz believes that he deduced the results from the depths of his consciousness.

The thinking that the Master has shown in this regard is still not detached from its idealistic nature.

In a sense, this is the most essential difference between the existence of scholars and mages in the science fiction plane.

It's not, whether it's magic particles or other energy.

"Luck is an unconventional basic attribute, and the results it can manifest are also recognized by the canyon competition."

"After all, it's a manifestation of ability......"

Emma looked at Yi Qiu, she probably knew Yi Qiu the most clearly among everyone.

After all, they are from the same plane, and they are inherently in the same subtle camp.

Moreover, as far as Yi Qiu's values and worldview are concerned, this subtle camp has a stronger effect before it is betrayed and conflicted.

"If you're not interested, I can try."

Yi Qiu nodded, he didn't really value it.

"I'm not interested, I hate these nihilistic things."

The Boiling Blood Warrior pursed her lips, as the heir of the tribe, she seemed to be naturally subtly inhibited in this regard.

So under the gaze of everyone, Yi Qiu stretched out his hand and plucked the void dice that represented the beginning of the draw......

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"Argent, you've chosen a formidable opponent for us!"

The orc warrior Shatterfang looked at the chief of his tribe, who was also his father: Argent-Shatterfist said in a deep voice.

In the first stage, there are two types of draws, one is a draw conducted by your own team, and the other is a draw by another team that draws your own team.

This means that in the first stage, a team needs to play at least two matches.

If you win them all, you will go straight to the finals.

If you win one game and lose one game, you need to play the next round.

Generally speaking, there will be no draw between the two sides.

This special situation can only occur unless the person drawing the lot has some corresponding extraordinary ability.

It doesn't like its father, because it's always trying to enforce the rotten system it picked up from the weak humans in the tribe.

"Strong or weak, it's relative."

"If you think the other person is too strong, it's just because you're too weak, my son."

Argent-Shatterfist didn't get angry, it looked at its stout son quietly and said calmly.

However, when the opponent tried to continue muttering, it smashed into the opponent's abdomen with a punch!

"Enough, I'm telling you this not because of the power you have, but because you're my son."

"That's all!"

Argent-Shatterfist looked at the crumbling fangs that were bent into a ball under its heavy punch, and it felt that it needed to give this reckless son a little education......

Well, it belongs to the characteristic education model of the orcs......

"Argent-Broken Fist, I read the other party's message."

"Although the opponent's winning streak is very glaring, I found that the opponent has a fatal shortcoming."

"They have multiple legal classes in their team composition, which may allow them to play a very strong explosion."

"But it also determines their weakness in the middle and late stages, and maybe we can choose a more calm tactic."

"It seems that the blessings of the ancestors still continue its ancient power......"

Beside Argent-Shattering, an old-looking orc said gloomily.

It is the shaman of the tribe, a special profession that is sacred to the orcs but full of evil and uncertainty to other intelligent beings.

Because shaman, as an ancestor worship and primitive worship type of divine art, it is easily disturbed by all kinds of chaotic and evil consciousness.

As a result, shamans, despite their high status among the orc tribes, are often unable to serve as chieftains.

Sometimes, though, there are extras......

"A warrior monk, a boiling blood warrior......"

"I think I know how to do it, it seems that the consciousness of the ancestors protects us......"

Argent-Shatterfist looked at the information projected into its dark green pupils and said with some delight......