Chapter 1170: Selected in Fujian and Taiwan (1)

Chapter 1170 Selection of the platform
The next morning, Cairo, Egypt.
Today is the day when the round table trials began, and Bedieville woke up early.
"Hey," he came together and heard the screams of the white bear Elaine. The white bear man was sitting on the ground with his head, and his head was splitting because of his hangover.
"Let's be, you drunk too much last night." Bedieville patted Elaine's bear head: "Come and wash, we are going to participate in the competition."
"Yeah." Elaine muttered and climbed up, heading for the bathroom.
Ten minutes later, everyone had breakfast in the restaurant of the Cairo Hotel. Their smashing bracelet also sounded the notice of the round table trial organizer: "Please take the candidates to the hotel lobby immediately. The draw of the competition is about to begin."
"It’s finally coming." Albert squinted his neck and made a loose bone movement.
"It won't be the beginning of the fight, so let's start the fight." Seefair's face showed some concern: "The weapon plug-in system is completely unfinished."
"It shouldn't." Paramitis shrugged and walked in the direction of the elevator: "They haven't returned [亘古尼尔] to me yet."
Everyone from the elevator arrived at the first floor of the hotel. Just out of the lobby, I saw a large group of candidates standing there. There are several Knights of Great Britain who are also using the electronic bookkeeping in their hands to check the candidates. When the people are together, everyone should move to the examination room and start drawing lots.
Bediville subconsciously hid the Luna steel scimitar at the waist. I am not afraid that this knife is too precious to be stolen, but I am afraid that this glass knife that looks like a toy will be jokes by other candidates. Although Segrad patted his chest to ensure the power of the knife, Bedieville could not believe it. He didn't even plan to sacrifice this "big knife" in the first battle, fearing that it would break when knocked.
The tiger is completely opposite to Bedieville, holding the Luna steel scimitar in his hand and playing around, enjoying the beauty of the glass knife under the radiance of the sun. Other candidates saw Albert playing with the glass knife, and they were restraining the smile on their faces - but from their scornful smile, most people regarded the tiger youth as An idiot, even the Bedieville and his party were all idiots. Upon seeing the scornful expressions of these candidates, Bedieville was particularly wronged. He blamed it all on the stupid tiger who had no head and no brains, and wanted to give Albert a hit.
"Good morning, my friends!" Solar's voice sounded like a sun, temporarily displacing the clouds in Bedyville's heart. The swordsman walked out of the elevator and greeted everyone with a refreshing sigh.
"Soral" Werewolves stunned the swordsman. The guy carried the two boutique lizard scimitars that Segrad had given him on his back, and he had a third knife at his waist, which is the Luna steel scimitar. The first two knives were cold, so that the candidates who were present could not help but be wary. The third knife seemed ridiculous, but the candidates did not have time to care.
It was Evan who followed behind Solar. They are taking an elevator together, and it is very likely that the room they live in is not far away.
"What is the situation of Tristan?" The werewolf asked as soon as he saw Ivan.
"He is very good. He spent a dangerous period last night, plus the intensive treatment of the magic, he will be able to come back to take the test immediately." Ivan explained without emotion, then he pushed his glasses frame with his hand. Looking at the werewolf curiously: "I heard that you lost blood to Tristan. That is impossible. Do you still have the blood of the mermaid royal family in your body?"
"I want to know?" Bettiville smiled mysteriously and tentatively asked, "Would you like to take off your glasses and scan my body with your proud eagle eye?"
auzw.com "I did it if I could." Ivan tapped the ring on his left arm with his finger. Obviously, the enchanted bracelet seals a part of the power of the Evan eagle eye, making it impossible for eagle eye to see the details of the molecular level. This is good news for Bediville.
"Is it all right?" The sound of the round table knight Cador was heard in the lobby. He probably saw that the candidates were basically in line and planned to lead the crowd to the lottery.
"Then we will go to the venue of the competition, let's go and talk." Cador began to move. The candidates also followed the Knights of the Round Table and walked outside the hotel.
"This time, the knockout race (knockout tournament) and the [big warrior] (battle royal) mixed system. The remaining 67 candidates in the previous exam will be compiled into twelve groups. , each group of five to six people, the first round of single defeat knockout - I repeat, this is a single defeat knockout. The loser will be directly eliminated, please candidates to do their best to meet the challenges of each event!"
The candidates are almost boiling. Lose your exam qualifications when you lose only one game? This is too unpopular! There was a lot of discussion among the people, and most of them were protesting voices. This single-defunct elimination system is too unstable and lacks fairness! Candidates can't help but feel guilty—I know that I will be defeated in a battle that just happened to be poor, and I will completely lose my eligibility for examination. !
"I know that you have doubts in your heart, but the decision of the organizers is absolutely absolute." Cador responded coldly: "There were still more than 60 exams left in the last exam. Your number is too large, and we There is not enough time to screen you in detail. The single defeat knockout is our only choice! If you are really uncomfortable, you should prepare for the war and fight every game at the best! "
"Cough!" The commotion of the candidates was slightly calmed down. Cador cleared his throat and continued: "After the first round of the single elimination tournament, we will select 12 candidates from the 12 teams. Then the 12 candidates will take the second round of examinations, which is [big melee]. Twelve candidates will fight each other in the same battlefield and finally choose the strongest fighter!"
"And then? Will that person become a Knight of the Round Table?" Paramitis could not help but ask.
"Good question." Cador turned his head and glanced at Paramitis: "But no. The one who won the final in the competition, at best, only got a higher evaluation in the exam. Will it be As a Knight of the Round Table, you have to look at the performance in the future."
Is that scoring system? Bedieville’s heart is dark. Moreover, the scoring system is still opaque. Candidates simply cannot know how many points they have scored so far. All can only be guessed. But one thing is ok. As long as they have always won and have been performing well, they have a good performance before the roundtable trials, and will eventually be able to win the favor of the Knights of the Round Table and qualify for the Knights of the Round Table.
To this end, everyone must work hard to fight, and every battle can not be relaxed.
The same is true of battles in reality, each time a battle of life. A defeat in one time represents death, and there is no chance of a second return. Whether it is the first round of the single defeat round robin, or the second round of the big melee, the organizers of the round table trials are vaguely revealing this idea to the candidates.
A warrior who has experienced tempering in the past will respond to the host's intentions and will not stop for such a small matter. The werewolves have observed the guys who have complained about them all the time. They are probably some poor candidates (although they can go to this point is already very powerful), and they are worried about their future. But the Betdiville and his party even lamented. Never before - think of this, the werewolf immediately relieved.
The crowd walked in the wilderness outside Cairo and soon came to the battleship of Great Britain [the attacking Paramitis]. At this time, the warship did not open the optical camouflage, and it was quite conspicuous in the wilderness. It is moored on the edge of the Red Sea, and the metal-filled hull shines in the sun.
The staff unloaded a huge scoreboard from the battleship's warehouse, which projected a holographic image in the air that was easily visible to people at the site. The promotion charts of the twelve groups have been pre-drawn on the screen, only the candidates are drawn one by one, and their names are filled in the blanks at the bottom of the chart.
"It’s a lottery." Elbert looked at the holographic screen and sighed. From the past, the lottery of the tiger was very bad. The last time the lottery was drawn at the Kilimanjaro volcano, the tiger also took the next sign: his score was at the bottom, and he had to score with two other candidates. Elaine and Chanel teamed up together. As a result, they were the last team to enter the Kilimanjaro volcanic palace, and they were at a complete disadvantage from the beginning.
I only hope that I will pick up a better sign this time. It is best that the guys in the same group are all weak, so that he can easily advance. The tiger prayed in his heart. If the strong players such as Bedyville and Paramitis are killing each other in the same group, and only one player who has been disabled and entered the big melee, things will be perfect.
"Then, the lottery ceremony begins." Just as the tiger had a wonderful daydream, the Knight of the Round Table, Cador, announced loudly: "The first candidate to draw is: Chief, Prince Tristan of the Kingdom of Iceland."
Is it Tristan? Beddyville wondered. But this ranking is not far from the werewolf's conjecture, he was not surprised at all. Before entering the Kilimanjaro volcano palace, Tristan's points have already ranked first, and the guy also has the final battle to participate in the heart maze. One of the people who defeated the Ziyan dragon has a fisherman's prince. Share.
The question is, where did Tristan go?