Behind the military men were more than twenty members of the Silver Forest Spear in silver cloaks. Tian Lan saw those two annoying guys in the crowd at a glance, and couldn't help but sneered slightly.
But the other party didn't notice Fang Pultru and his party. The two walked in the middle of the team, occasionally talking to each other, and quickly disappeared from everyone's sight.
Then the person who entered the hall was a man as majestic as a giant tower.
The other party only wore a thin linen shirt, revealing his strong bronze muscles. He has thick lips and looks unsmiling. The dark eyes under his high brows are like a pair of sharp eagle eyes. There are two gray-white patterns on his cheekbones, one perpendicular to his forehead and one perpendicular to his chin.
Her long black hair was tied into braids on her back, and the thick braids hung down to her hips. The ends were tied with many small copper rings, which jingled as she walked.
With the appearance of this person, the entire hall fell silent.
"Mazak Cadmus," Tian Lan whispered to the others: "He is the master here, the best blacksmith in the wilderness, and the maker of the law of 'Traveler's Rest'."
This tall man stood still in the hall.
Four dwarves followed him, and their eight arms worked together to lift a stone platform into the hall. Under the stone platform, twelve naked giants were carved with knives and axes. They stood on the base together and raised the stone tray above.
They placed the stone platform heavily in the center of the hall, making a dull roar.
Jita then whispered to the others that they were the twelve giants, the leaders of the twelve giant clans defeated by the dwarves. Lotas made them perform endless hard labor under the Seat of the Forging Saint.
At this time, there was also a buzzing discussion in the hall.
But Mazak clapped his hands and made everyone quiet again. He said: "Welcome to my camp. A special duel will be held here tonight. The final winner will receive a precious gift from me - it is my proud work in the early years."
The gnomes extinguished some lights and the hall became dark.
While everyone was wondering, Mazak suddenly raised his hand, holding a transparent white gold ring, which glowed brightly in the darkness like unquenched molten iron after being red-hot.
Everyone couldn't help but take a breath of air.
They don't need any words to describe it, they are enough to understand that this is the Ring of Golden Flame.
Mazak put the ring on the tray with envious eyes.
He raised his head, his dark eyes reflected the golden light, and looked around the hall with sharp eyes. "Today we will witness the birth of the champion under the witness of the Just One. I hope that every contestant will swear to the Just One in his heart and swear that he will win the game with fair means - otherwise, there will be consequences at his own risk."
His words were low-pitched, but full of unquestionable majesty. Finally, he said softly: "Then, the game starts from now on."
The hall became bright again.
A dwarf person in charge of the Kaolin Business Alliance came forward, holding a copper loudspeaker in his hand, and shouted in a high voice: "Those who are stranded in the center of the hall are asked to leave the competition venue immediately. The official players enter from this direction. , In addition, registration for the qualifying competition will be conducted in the east side of the hall, other contestants please go in that direction!"
The hall immediately became noisy with a bang, and the crowd dispersed. Some people tried to cross the hall to register, while others were looking for their seats.
Fang Yu saw the military personnel drowned behind the crowd.
He breathed a sigh of relief and wiped off the cold sweat, but to be careful, he still pulled up his hood and let the curtain hang down to cover most of his face. Jita looked at his actions with confusion: "Brother Ed, you don't look good."
"It's a little too cold."
This answer couldn't be more harsh. Attila raised her head and glanced at the brightly burning fireplace not far away.
Jita, however, did not doubt his presence and nodded seriously. "The temperature in the Egon Forest will drop very low at night, but it's actually not bad in the hotel."
Tianlan didn't hear what was being said here at all. This little French girl looked very excited. She looked around at the crowds of people, then looked back and said with some excitement: "Let's go, go sign up over there. Did you see it? Everyone else has already passed."
This suggestion made Fang Plover feel like sitting on a candle.
Because he doesn't want to participate in this competition now.
He is not a fool to seek the limelight in full view of the military. Don't forget that the Stargate Special Operations Team, a permanent force stationed at the Stargate, is used by various countries to capture stowaways.
But Tian Lan obviously didn't understand Fang Plover's complicated mood, and looked at him with blinking eyes: "Brother Ed, what are you doing?"
"no……"
Fang Yu was trying to find a reasonable excuse.
But at this moment Aitila suddenly stood up and said: "I will take Ed to sign up, and the others will stay here."
"Ah?" Tian Lan was stunned for a moment: "Why?"
"Especially you, Fuli," Attila looked at her and said, "I am most worried about you. You must stay here until I come back and you are not allowed to go anywhere."
Tian Lan raised her mouth, her dissatisfaction was written on her face, but she didn't reply. She sat down glumly, lying on the table with her hands stretched out, as if she were a dead fish.
Seeing how angry and funny she was, Aitila shook her head.
Only then did she look back at Fang Plover and said, "Let's go, Ed."
Fang Yu hesitated for a moment, knowing that he couldn't survive it. Who told him that he had been too positive about the prize money of the competition before? Now suddenly changing his story will inevitably arouse suspicion, not to mention that Luo Yu has also seen his video, so he might be able to recognize him right away.
Although he vaguely felt that Attila and others would not do anything to him, but there were so many people here and there was no guarantee that others would not notice anything.
However, in his haste, he suddenly saw Papalar, who was placed on a chair beside him. The latter was sleeping soundly with his stomach stretched and contracted. And there was a sheathed dagger hanging sideways on the opponent's belt.
So Fang Yuan pretended to get up and pulled out the dagger.
Under the cover of his long sleeves, a few people didn't notice his little move.
Putting the dagger backhand into his sleeve, Fang Plover then followed Aitila through the crowd. While quietly opening the craftsman menu, he imagined the shape of a mask in his mind, then used the system to adjust the structure, and then put it on the dagger.
This was the first time he had made it under such circumstances, and he realized how difficult it was to connect the structural points while being distracted. Because he couldn't stay focused at all, he failed several times in a short period of time.
Fortunately, the dagger was well made. The original forger was very skilled and left many redundant structural points, which allowed him to complete the production with great difficulty.
But he took a look at the finished quality, and it was basically on the verge of waste—fortunately, it was just a mask, which couldn't be used on a precise and flexible structure.
And Fang Yu was about to put on the mask.
At this time, Etila in front suddenly asked: "Ed, have you had any trouble with the people from the Silver Forest Spear?"
"Ah?" Fang Yu was stunned for a moment.
"When you met those two people before, your reaction was much more vigilant than the average person. And when you put on the hood before, were you actually unwilling to face them?" the elf girl replied softly.
Fang Yu didn't expect Aitila to observe so carefully.
But something is simply not right.
He didn't know how to explain to the other party that the reason why he was vigilant was because what happened at the Elf Ruins that day made him instinctively distrustful of the Silver Forest Spear and the people of Jeffrit.
As for what happened next, it was even more wrong——
But these are things that cannot be said, so he can only pretend to be stupid by nodding his head and making mistakes.
"Don't mind, I don't want to pry into your affairs," Attila said now: "I'm just afraid that Fuli kid won't see this and expose you."
"I didn't do anything unnecessary, did I?" She turned back and looked at Fang Plover with her emerald green eyes.
Fang Plover was slightly startled.
He couldn't help but be very touched. He didn't expect this elf girl to think so carefully about him. This made him feel guilty, and he made up his mind to tell the other party the truth after leaving this place.
The two of them walked to the registration point while talking. Several little monsters were passing by here carrying boxes on their heads. Before Fang Plover saw the staff, he heard a conversation not far away:
"He's from the military."
"How could they get involved in such a small competition?"
"God knows, I always feel that this game is not that simple..."
Fang Yu suddenly felt a thump in his heart.
He raised his head, and the crowd in front of him parted, revealing the scene behind him - military personnel in black coats had actually set up a blocking line there, and they would carefully inspect every contestant who entered.
When Fang Yu saw this scene, his vision almost went dark, and he almost wanted to pull Aitila and turn around and leave.
Unfortunately, it was too late. The contestants in front had already taken a step forward and entered behind the blocking line. The young soldier in charge of the inspection had noticed them and waved to the two of them to pass.
Compared with Aitila's calmness and naturalness, Fang Plover felt as stiff as a mummy at that moment.
Attila seemed to have noticed something unusual about Fang Plover behind her, and reminded her in a low voice: "Don't act too nervous, it will attract attention. Look around, the people from the Silver Forest Spear are not here."
Fang Yu felt like crying.
He's not afraid of the Silver Forest Spear's cats and dogs at all, okay?
Zhang Tianmiao frowned and looked at the young man in front of him - the tall forest elf girl looked like an aborigine and was not in his attention range - but the former, this guy actually had half a smile on his face. A silver metal mask.
Of course, because in the new world the chosen one will inevitably have grudges with others, so it is not uncommon here to wear a mask or wrap yourself tightly in a heavy cloak.
But this was the first time he had seen such a cool mask.
Fang Plover himself was actually feeling guilty. The dagger of the Papalar people was actually made of mithril. He only discovered this when he put on the mask. No wonder there were so many redundant structural points on the dagger. .
A mithril mask—
So it was not difficult for him to understand why the soldier in front of him looked at him as if he was a retard.
However, Zhang Tianmiao was not concerned about this trivial matter. He only turned around and waved to his deputy: "Come and check him out."
The deputy immediately came over. He glanced at the two of them first, then took the box from a little monster and took out a glow device that Fang Plover had never seen before.
Then he said to Fang Plover: "Put your hand up."
Fang Yu was a little confused and hesitated instinctively. But he also knew that he had no choice but to put his hand up. In an instant, he seemed to see a light blue stream of light in his field of vision.
That's a bit like the brilliance of his Dragon Knight system.
The whole process only takes a second or two.
After looking at it for a moment, the deputy immediately nodded to Zhang Tianmiao and whispered in his ear: "There is a system, level three."
"Just reached level three?"
The deputy shook his head: "It's a lot more, but I can't tell the details."
Zhang Tianmiao nodded and stopped looking at the two of them. He just waved his hand and said, "Go over there. Someone will explain the rules of the game to you."
The two of them passed through the military's blocking line and vaguely heard the deputy behind them discussing with his boss: "Captain Zhang, that person is wearing a mithril mask..."
"I saw."
"Are all newcomers so rich these days?"
"Who knows, maybe you are stupid? Why do you think about these miscellaneous things? Be serious."
"Sorry, sorry, sir."
Although Fang Yu heard a black line, he finally let out a sigh of relief. He couldn't help but pull at his collar. His whole body was soaked with sweat, and he was as wet as being fished out of water.
He was still a little strange, wondering what those military people were doing there.
Wasn't it meant for him?
Or is it that the Stargate Special Operations Team is now doing other tasks part-time?
Fang Yu couldn't help but ask: "Miss Aitila, has this kind of examination been done before?"
Aitila shook her head: "This is the first time, probably because of the finals."
finals?
Fang Yucai didn't believe it. When did the military people start to care about these small local competitions? Besides, even if you are concerned, there is no need to use the Stargate Special Operations Team.
While they were thinking this, the two of them had already arrived at the venue for the qualifying round - the venue was actually not big, it was just an area cleared to the east of the hall. The gremlins haven't even moved the tables and chairs yet, leaving them where they are.
A dwarf was standing at a table, shrilly explaining the rules of the game to the others.
The rules of the qualifying round are actually very simple. The previous round is a qualification test. As long as you pass the assessment of the competition team, you will be considered qualified. The test questions are not difficult either, that is, the contestants are required to control the clockwork goblin to pass a sufficient number of obstacles within the specified time.
Fang Yu probably guessed that the purpose of this assessment was just to eliminate those who were pretending to be real contestants.
He looked around and found that there were quite a few contestants in the first round. There were about thirty or forty people. He didn't know how many people would be left after the first round of assessment.
But even for the simplest first round of assessment, there is actually a reward of one thousand lisels for those who pass it, which is roughly equivalent to a participation award, but it is enough to make people lament the wealth of the owner of this place.
At this time, the dwarf had finished explaining the rules of the competition, and then he asked all the contestants to get ready and put on his flexible control gloves.
Fang Yu also did as he was told. Aitila pushed him from behind and asked him to step forward. Only then did Fang Yu realize that his control gloves were too tattered, and there were only two silver tracks on the dial.
In order not to attract attention, he thought about wrapping the dial with a piece of cloth, but unexpectedly, Fang Plover underestimated how eye-catching his control gloves were.
He had just finished his preparations when he heard a chuckle coming from the side. Fang Yu subconsciously turned around and saw a tall, thin alchemist wearing glasses looking at him. He couldn't help laughing and said, "Sorry, buddy, I didn't mean to do it. But your gloves are a bit too original."
Fang Yu looked at this man's attire and he should be a contestant. There were five silver stars on his collar. He was a much higher level than him. He was a fifth-level alchemist.
Then he looked at his gloves that had been torn into pieces and even had his fingers cut open by a dagger. He felt a little embarrassed, scratched his face and explained forcefully: "I can't help it. I'm used to it." Easy to change.”
The man said with a smile: "I understand, I understand, no one has ever been down and out."
He stretched out his hand to Fang Yu: "My name is Wandering Hu Di, and my real name is Hu Di. You can just call me Hu Di. My goal is the same as yours. I just need to get the bonus through the first round."
Fang Yu was stunned for a moment, but he also held the other person's hand.
He raised his head, smiled with his silver half-mask, and thought of a temporary pseudonym.
"My name," he said, "is Char, Char-Aznable."
"As for my goal, it is only victory."
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