The second round of the War College test, with five minutes left.

Goddess of War. Sivir sat indifferently on the stump, but all the candidates who were swept by her eyes trembled in fear, for fear that this cold-natured woman would mercilessly smash her achievements.

But apparently, they were overthinking.

In the past five hours, about 1,300 candidates have returned alive from the monster forest.

"One thousand three hundred and thirty-three people in all."

Sivir said the exact number as if he had counted them, but his eyes were still looking for something.

At this moment, it is almost dusk, and the glow of the sunset in the west seems to be the apprehension in the hearts of the candidates.

This hazy and curtain call completely depressed the atmosphere, and seeing the candidates' expressions as if they were sitting on pins and needles, Sivir chuckled to himself, and the indifference on his beautiful face became stronger and stronger.

She was as cold as an iceberg.

"It's almost time."

Sivir's delicate body was languid and curved, and she yawned and finally sat up from the stump.

It's a pity that she couldn't find the shadow of 627 from the candidates.

Waste, sure enough, is waste.

I haven't walked out of the monster forest for five hours, isn't it a snack that has become a monster, and it has become a stepping stone for other candidates, right?

Thinking of the contempt that the unsightly guy had for him before leaving, Sivir's heart was full of disdain.

How can these pampered candidates on weekdays be up to the task of licking blood on the tip of a knife?

Dead or dead, War College doesn't need incompetent fools.

"Why hasn't Xu Wenwu come out yet?"

The grass was full of small footprints in Wane, he wandered for thousands of steps, he was so anxious, still did not wait for Xu Wenwu's shadow.

As the sun darkened, Sivir's pace of preparing for the referee began to pace in the grass.

There are only ten seconds left.

"I don't believe in ......"

Vane's eyes turned red as if he had pink eye, the bloodshot cobwebs that crawled along his pupils filled his agile pupils with haggardness, and the gold bracelet wood was next to his body, already squeezing the bruises of his round flesh.

Sivir glanced at the candidates one last time. She raised her chin high like a queen, and the face of the iceberg goddess finally loosened a little as she opened her lips.

"...... Now"

"Oh, I'll go, I thought I wouldn't be able to catch up."

In the fierce forest of monsters, a plain figure suddenly popped out.

The figure passed in front of Sivir's eyes, and in an instant it slipped into the crowd, and Sivir froze for a moment. The shadow was already standing beside Vanet the Yodeler, who hugged his thigh. I almost cried out in pain.

"Xu Wenwu, you're trying to scare me to death."

Vanet said with tears in his voice that he could not bear the easy death of the good man who helped him, but he swore to recite his great virtues.

"Huh."

The lord smiled easily, but he was drenched behind him.

"I met a difficult guy, so I struggled for a while."

Wu Wenxu covered his left arm and finally showed a reluctant smile.

Through the gap between his five fingers, he could see that Wu Wenxu had at least three inches of beast scratches on his left arm, and the bloody scars began to scarre. The flesh was still fresh, and it was shocking to see Vane.

"It's good to be back, it's good to be back......"

Wa said with palpitations in his heart, full of happiness.

He didn't ask what monsters had happened to men, and he didn't even want to care about whether men could get the top ten qualifications, and now it seemed that what could be better than being alive?

Just stay alive. He was willing to give up the qualifications of the Time House to Xu Wenwu.

"Count your fortune"

Sivir snorted very unpleasantly.

I really wish this waste died in the monster forest, and now being the tail of a crane not only dirty his eyes, but also a waste of time, a guy who can make a surrender gesture, even if he is lucky enough to survive five hours. What can he accomplish?

Women are cautious.

Even the first mercenary goddess of war in Valoran. Sivir is also clichéd.

She had secretly begun to calculate in her heart that as long as 627 did not meet her own standards slightly, she would not hesitate to use the coldest and toughest words to get him out of the second round.

"Now that the time is up, let's start paying for our results."

Sivir's cold but beautiful voice slowly spread out in the setting sun.

Her words seemed to have a magical power, and the chaotic candidates immediately went as fast as they could. Running to their respective classifications in an orderly manner, the unfolding grass seemed to be rolling like a wave.

In half a minute, the candidates were automatically divided into six columns according to the number on their chests, from low to high.

"Not bad."

The response of the candidates was quite satisfactory to Sivir.

A little reciprocal respect finally appeared on her cold face, her right palm supported her chin, her jade-like eyes stared at the six people in front, and said calmly: "Start with the six of you, and pay for today's results." ”

The six candidates did not dare to slack off, and they all walked towards Sivir's side, while the candidates behind them watched them nervously, eager to know the criteria of Lord Sivir's judgment.

Goddess of War. Sivir didn't move, just glanced lightly at their results.

She waved her hand, pointing to the first and fifth people, and said, "You two can leave the number, and as for the others, it's time to go home and sleep." ”

No one expected that the time for Sivir's judgment would end in less than three seconds!

The first and fifth candidates were directly stunned.

The four who were not selected were as dead as death, and they trembled and retracted their hands, as if they wanted to justify, but when they saw Sivir's gradually narrowing eyes, and the sharp gaze in their eyes, they suddenly left like deflated balls, limp, and dejected.

"She is worthy of the goddess of war. Sivir. ”

In addition to the frightening of the exams, they admired the decisive judgment of women even more.

She is a fourteenth-order super mage, the number one mercenary in the Valoran Continent, and her vision and judgment will not be questioned even by Master Yi, which is why the War College dares to put the final academy test in her hands.

It was the turn of the Blood Demon and the Twin Cultivators, and they each dragged the corpse of a tenth-order demonic beast!

Countless candidates stared at them with envy on their faces, eager to run to make friends with them immediately.

They thought jealously in their hearts, they were worthy of being the geniuses of Noxus and Ionia, since they could hunt tenth-order demonic beasts, they would definitely be able to hold the top ten thrones, right?

Gradually, most of the candidates have been selected.

The subtlety of Sivir is that she has always been able to maintain justice and balance.

The value of the candidates eliminated by her is definitely weaker than that of their peers, but the selected candidates are more concerned about whether they can enter the top ten, so even if Sivir takes their brand, they still refuse to leave, hoping to watch the selection all the time, and they have a bottom in their hearts.

“627？”

At the moment when the selection was coming to an end, Sivir's gaze rarely lingered on the faces of the 627 candidates.

"What?" Wu Wenxu said fearlessly.

Her eyebrows gradually locked into two chains, she deliberately suppressed the anger in her chest, and said coldly: "627, what are your achievements?" (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to come and your support, which is my biggest motivation. )