Chapter 949: Seeking the Hidden in the Center of the Earth (22)

Only halfway through the sentence, Kai maliciously sold the guanzi and did not continue to explain the meaning of this "lack of advantage".

With a mischievous laugh, he turned to urge Cador to "go ahead and roll call." The rest will be explained before they leave. "Okay—" Kador gave the red-haired knight a blank look, "Group Sixteen, members of Group Sixteen raise their hands!" Soon it was Albert's turn—"Twenty-three!" "Huh?" the tiger let out a low exclamation as he raised his paws.

Elaine and Albert are in the same group, and there is no suspense about it. The only suspense is that they have the teammate left.

The person who surprised the tiger youth so much was none other than the elf girl Chanel.

Their remaining teammates were none other than the Knight of Saint Lily of France and Mademoiselle Chanel of Orleans.

This is another bad relationship.

The knight girl looked at the tiger and the white bear, and couldn't help but be extremely depressed. White Bear was fine, but she didn't have a crush on Albert, and was praying desperately that she wouldn't be part of Tiger's team - it seemed that it had backfired.

Palamides began to shake his feet irritably, and his heart was uneasy. Soon it would be the big cat's turn to count, and Palamides was only one man, and he didn't know what strange thing he would form with - "Twenty-seven!" When Kador read the number, Palamides raised his hand helplessly.

He looked out into the crowd, looking for his teammates, but his heart was instantly relieved - the other two teammates he was with... Or, the other "one" teammate turned out to be the half-dragon Evan Gains.

"Oh. It's bad luck. When the half-dragon man youth walked over, he looked at the leopard man warrior and shook his head: "One of the two candidates who were disqualified just now is in our team?" It seems so. As soon as the big cat and Evan converged, they were polite.

At least, this guy wasn't an unfamiliar face, an old friend from the Knights of the Holy King. One less teammate is not a big deal, and with the fighting power of Palamides and Evan, it is enough to make up for this void. Or, for Palamides and Evan, who are already speedy types, it is easier to move with fewer people in the team.

"Where's your son?" said Evan Ke in a chattering voice.

"Both are number 37. Soon it will be their turn. Palamides whispered back.

"Thirty-seven. Kador read it out methodically, and within minutes he read the group of Zhalfir and Segrade.

The two leopard youths raised their hands at the same time and also looked around a few times to confirm their remaining teammates.

Huh, no one raised their hand?!

"You must be kidding me, how could it be so coincidental. Palamides frowned. His two sons had to form a team like this, because their remaining teammate was also one of the two candidates who had been expelled.

"Whew, that's great. "Zhalfeldao.

"yes, that's great. Segrade also said.

"Are you stupid?!" said Palamides, about to teach his sons a lesson.

"No, that's actually the best. Ivan reassured, "The cooperation between the two brothers is the best." Rather than letting someone they don't know come in and disrupt their cooperation, it's better to-" "Hey!wait!I'm here!here!" A cry interrupted Evan's words, causing the half-dragon youth to almost bite his tongue.

It turned out that the 37th group was not without a third player.

This guy was so short that he had been drowned in the crowd before, and no one could see him when he raised his hand. He finally couldn't bear the silence, squeezed out of the crowd, raised his hand and shouted, "I'm here! Don't forget me!" The guy made a lot of noise, and of course it attracted everyone's attention. When Bediwell saw the little man, he frowned again: it was the strange white-haired boy!

"Is that someone you know, Mr. Bediwell?" asked Solal as he leaned over and asked curiously.

The werewolf glared at the Demon Swordsman fiercely, "No. And you don't have to worry about me. "Alright then, my friend. Soral squeezed out a helpless smirk. This guy has no malicious intentions, but he is hated by the werewolves because he cares too much about Bediwell's affairs.

Another teammate, the noble and glamorous Fish-Man Prince Tristan, is not very easy to deal with.

As soon as Tristan came up, he put on the face of the captain and accused the werewolf: "What's the use of worrying about other teams? Since we are in the same boat, it is better to discuss the next strategy first than to care about other people's affairs, right?" Bediwell gave Tristan a blank look: "There are a lot of people here, let's talk to the side." "Even with that truce, the relationship between the werewolf youth and the fish-man prince is still very strained. This is not destined to be a harmonious team.

On the other side, the leopard brothers also led the white-haired boy to a quieter corner and talked as a "companion".

The young leopard man first introduced himself: "I'm Zhalfir, and this is my twin brother, Seglade Meow. What about you????," The white-haired boy was still shouting loudly just now, but now he was inexplicably quiet, as if he was stage fright.

"Mordred. His answer was brief, and his slightly hoarse voice remained childish.

"So... Mordred, how old are you?" Segrad continued to ask at his brother's pace, "You are so powerful, you have passed the first stage of the trial of strength at a young age. You must be very good, meow?" The white-haired boy ignored Segrade's flattery and threw down an answer.

"Thirteen years old is so powerful. "The leopard brother's face is a little stiff, and the white-haired boy in front of him doesn't seem to like to talk much, and he is the type that is difficult to get along with.

"Anyway, let's exchange information about each other's abilities. A small bead of sweat broke out on Zhalfir's forehead: "But there's nothing to say, my brother and I are both leopard people, and we originally relied on our own foot strength to fight meow." Now you can't use magic, so only this spear and this shield in your hand can fight meow. Where's your weapon, Mordred?" The white-haired boy pulled out a pair of bone-made claws. It was the teeth of some kind of monster, and it was directly tied with cloth to make three-pronged claws. The sharpness is very good, and the claws are very hard, just a little ordinary.

The two leopard men looked at each other and felt a little incredible: "You can kill from the lower reaches of the Nile to Mount Jilimanjaro with this kind of thing?" I'm on my own. Mordred said something ambiguous.

"On your own...?okay meow. The two leopard men looked at each other helplessly, "During the battle, we are responsible for opening the way in front, and after blocking the enemy's attack, you will wait for the opportunity to attack, this tactic can meow?" The white-haired young man said without emotion: "Yes, that's it-" grunt-his stomach rang.

"-- Let's do it. Mordred insisted on finishing her words, and seemed not to care about her belly at all.

Selgrade frowned: "You haven't eaten dinner yet?" "No, the dry food is finished." The white-haired boy touched his abdomen, as if he was worried about an empty stomach.

Zhalfir also frowned, feeling incredible: "You are so good at it, but you don't know how to go down the mountain to hunt meows?" Mordred's answer was even more bizarre: "Hunting? "This guy seems to be a pampered child, he is thirteen years old and has no ability to take care of himself. Having said that, his skills seemed to be real, and the two leopard youths could tell from the child's sturdy and unwieldy muscles, as well as his vigorous and powerful demeanor.

There may really be such people in the world, who have been trained to fight since childhood, but do not know how to survive. What a strange man, not knowing what his parents thought.

And the discussion on Bediville's side began, albeit not very smoothly.

"So, the weapons you have are whips, bows and arrows, and a short sword, huh. Tristan looked at the werewolf with a slight contempt, then turned to look at the magic swordsman Solal, "You're in worse condition, is the only weapon to be this pair of twin blades?" Bediwell was silent, but he cursed vigorously in his heart.

"What are the abilities of your weapons, can you tell me first?" the fish-man prince asked again, "You must know the performance of your weapons before you can organize a battle." "No, forget it. The werewolf replied coldly: "We don't belong to the same team in the first place, and we will only be in a hurry if we barely cooperate." Rather than worrying about how to organize each person's movements, it is better to besiege the same enemy from three sides, or spread out and fight multiple enemies one-on-one. Doing so will avoid confusion. "I agree. "I'm not good at working with others, it's just too inefficient." Seeing that his mention was refuted by his teammates at the same time, Tristan looked unhappy: "Okay, you can do whatever you like." Just remember: if you don't work as a team, I won't be able to save you in danger!" The werewolf cursed in his heart. I'm not going to be so ruined that I need someone to save me.

"Ahem!" Knight of the Round Table not far away Cador coughed dryly again, attracting the attention of the candidates: "It's time for everyone to finish discussing tactics, right?

One final note:

Team action must be based on the survival rate of the team members!

Each group of three people enters the dungeon, and when we come back, we want to see all three of them come back alive! If any of the team members are missing, the remaining members will be deducted a certain number of points! -- Those who cannot protect their companions are not qualified to be knights of the Round Table!

That's all there is to say, now, start the exam!" With a shout from Kador, several staff members stepped forward, muttering words that seemed to be casting some kind of spell.

After about five minutes, the stone walls in the cave began to move. Two inconspicuous rocks moved from either side, opening a secret passage that was cleverly hidden.