Chapter 1170 Selection in the Ring (1)

The next morning, Cairo, Egypt.

Today was the start of the Roundtable Trial Ring match, and Beddiwell woke up early.

"Uhhh The White Bear Man sat on the ground with his head in his hands, suffering from a splitting headache from a hangover.

"You deserved it, you drank too much last night. Bediwell patted Elaine on the bear's head, "Go freshen up, we're going to the ring soon." "Hmm. Elaine grunted and got up and headed for the bathroom.

Ten minutes later, everyone finished breakfast in the restaurant of the Grand Hotel in Cairo. Their Demon Sealing Bracelets also sounded the notice of the organizers of the Round Table Trial: "Please gather in the hotel lobby immediately. The draw for the tournament is about to begin. "Finally here. Albert tilted his neck and made a loose motion.

"Could it be that after the lottery is drawn, you just start fighting in the ring like this, right?" Zhalfir's face showed some concern: "The weapon plug-in system is not done at all. "Probably not. Palamides shrugged and walked in the direction of the elevator, "They haven't given me back [Gengunir] yet." "Everyone reached the first floor of the hotel from the elevator, and as soon as they left the lobby, they saw a large group of candidates waiting there. Several British knights were also there, counting the candidates with their electronic ledgers. When everyone is ready, everyone should move to the exam room and start the lottery.

Bediwell subconsciously hid the Luna Steel scimitar on his waist. It's not that the knife is too precious and stolen, but that the glass knife, which looks like a toy, will be laughed at by other candidates. Although Segrade patted his chest to assure the knife of its power, Bediwell could not believe it. He didn't even plan to sacrifice this "treasure sword" in the first battle, for fear that it would shatter as soon as it was struck.

The tiger had the exact opposite attitude to Bediwell, fiddling with the luna steel scimitar in his hand, admiring the beauty of the glass knife in the light of the morning sun. The other candidates restrained the smile on their faces when they saw Albert playing with the glass knife - but judging by their contemptuous smiles, most of them thought of the tiger youth as a fool, and even for all of Bedeville. As soon as he noticed the contemptuous expressions of these candidates, Bediwell felt particularly aggrieved. He blamed it all on the stupid tiger who had no head, no brains, and no general knowledge, and he wanted to give Albert a beating right away.

"Good morning, my friends!" said Solal's voice, which sounded like the morning sun, temporarily dispelling the dark clouds in Bediwell's heart. The Demon Swordsman stepped out of the elevator and greeted everyone refreshed.

The werewolf glanced at the Demon Swordsman. The guy had two fine lizard tooth scimitars on his back, and a third knife pinned to his waist, which was the Luna steel scimitar. The cold light on the first two knives made the candidates present vigilant, and although the third knife seemed ridiculous, the candidates had no time to care about it at all.

Immediately behind Solal was Evan. They share the same elevator and are likely to stay in rooms that are not far away.

"How's Tristan doing?" the werewolf asked as soon as he saw Ivan.

"He's fine, he got through the danger period last night, and with the intensive treatment of magic, he'll be back for the exam right away. Evan explained without emotion, and then he pushed the frame of his glasses with his hand and looked at the werewolf with a curious expression: "I heard that you gave Tristan a blood transfusion. That would have been impossible. Do you also have the blood of the merfolk royal family in your body?" "Want to know?" Bediwell smiled mysteriously and asked tentatively, "Would you like to take off your glasses and scan my body with your proud eagle eye?" "If I could, I would have done it a long time ago." Ivan tapped his finger on the Demon Sealing Bracelet on his left arm. It was clear that the Sealing Bracelet sealed a portion of the power of Evan's Eagle Eye Technique, making it impossible for Eagle Eye to see through the details at the molecular level. This is good news for Bediwell.

"Are you all there?" said the voice of Knight of the Round Table Kador, in the lobby. He probably saw that the candidates were basically here, and planned to lead everyone to the lottery.

"Then let's go to the venue of the ring match and talk as we go. "Kador began to move. So the candidates followed closely behind the Knight of the Round Table and walked out of the hotel.

"This tournament is a hybrid format of [knockouttournament] and [BattleRoyal]. The remaining 67 candidates from the previous stage of the exam will be placed in 12 groups of five to six people for the first round of single-elimination - I repeat, this is a single-elimination round. The loser will be eliminated directly, please do your best to meet the challenges of each event!" If you lose just one game, you will immediately lose your qualification for the exam? This is too unkind! There was a lot of discussion, most of which were voices of protest. This single-elimination format is too unstable and unfair! Candidates can't help but panic - God knows in which battle they will be defeated and completely disqualified?!

"I know you have doubts, but the decision of the conference organizers is absolute. Kador replied coldly: "There are more than sixty exams left from the last exam. Your numbers are so large that we don't have enough time to sift you through in detail. The single-elimination tournament is our only option!If you are really that uneasy, you should prepare for the battle and face every game in the best condition!" "Ahem!" After the commotion of the candidates had calmed down a little, Kador cleared his throat and continued: "After the first round of single-elimination rounds, we will screen twelve candidates from twelve groups. Then the twelve candidates will go on a second round of exams, which is the [Great Scuffle]. Twelve candidates will fight each other in the same battlefield to choose the strongest warrior!" "And then, will that man become a Knight of the Round Table?" asked Palamides.

"That's a good question. Kador glanced at Palamides, "But no. The person who wins in the ring will at best get a higher rating on the exam. Whether he will be named a Knight of the Round Table or not depends on the table in the future. "Is that damn grading system again? Bediwell cursed in his heart. Moreover, the grading system is still opaque, and candidates have no way of knowing how many points they have scored so far, so they can only guess. But one thing is certain. As long as they keep winning, always show that they are excellent, and have a good performance in the hosting of the Trial of the Round Table, they will eventually be able to win the favor of the Knights of the Round Table and qualify as the Knights of the Round Table.

To do this, everyone must work hard as hard as they can, and they must not let up in every battle.

The same is true in real-life battles, where every time is a battle of life. One defeat is death, and there is no second chance to do it again. Whether it is a single-defeat round-robin in the first round or a big melee in the second round, the organizers of the roundtable trial are vaguely revealing this idea to the candidates.

A soldier who has been tempered by a hundred battles should have understood the intention of the organizer long ago, so that he will not be shouting about such a trivial matter. The werewolf had observed the complaining guys, who were probably not strong candidates (although they had made it this far), and were worried about their future, while the Werewolves had not even lamented - the werewolf was relieved at the thought of this.

The crowd walked through the wilderness outside Cairo and soon came to the British battleship [Attack on the Palamidades]. At this time, the battleship did not turn on the optical camouflage, and it was quite conspicuous in the wilderness. Moored on the edge of the Red Sea, its metallic hull glistens in the sun.

The crew pulled out a large scoreboard from the ship's warehouse, which projected a hologram screen in the air that was large enough for everyone present to see. The advance charts for the twelve groups have been drawn in advance on the screen, just waiting for the candidates to draw lots one by one and fill in the blanks at the bottom of the charts.

"It's a lottery again. Albert looked at the hologram screen and sighed. In the past, the Tiger's lottery luck was very bad, and the last draw at the Jilimanjaro volcano, the Tiger also drew the next draw: he was originally at the bottom of the points, and he had to team up with two other candidates who were at the bottom of the points, Elaine and Chanel. As a result, they were the last team to enter the Jilimanjaro Volcano Underground Palace, and they were at a complete disadvantage from the start.

I just hope that this time I will draw a better lottery. It's best that the guys in the same group are all weak vegetables, so let him advance lightly. The tiger prayed in his heart. If the strong men such as Bediwell and Palamides all fight to the death in the same group, and in the end, only one of the strong men who has been disabled enters the big melee match, and everything will be perfect.

"Then, the draw ceremony begins. Just as the tiger was daydreaming, the Knight of the Round Table, Kador, announced loudly: "The first candidate to be drawn is the chief, Prince Tristan of the Kingdom of Iceland." "Tristan again. Bediwell wondered. But this ranking was not far from the werewolf's conjecture, and he was not surprised at all. Before entering the Jilimanjaro Volcano Underground Palace, Tristan's points were already in the first rank, plus that guy also participated in the final battle of the Labyrinth of the Earth, and among the people who defeated the Purple Flame Dragon was the Fishman Prince.

The question is, where did Tristan go?