Elf Story from Another World

Chapter 50

"Hey, boss."

"what's up."

"Do you think we can win?"

"not sure."

In the huge room, four elves were sitting on a table. There were frowns on their handsome faces, and one of the women simply lay down on the table, looking as if she was beyond love.

The conversation just now came from a short elf and a guy holding brown paper in his hand.

The piece of brown paper was written in Juanxiu's handwriting, and a page was written eloquently.

This is a schedule, a small competition within the Strath family to promote the progress of the younger generation.

The game is played in a four-on-four format, where you have to fight as hard as you can without causing irreversible damage.

At the same time, the rewards of this competition are very rich. As long as you participate, you will get something. For the children in the family, every competition like this is a disguised benefit to them.

Therefore, the elven family branches from all over the country will send all the elves under the age of thirty to let them compete in a fair environment.

It's just that this year's game is different from previous years.

Because, among these dozens of teams, there are two teams that are quite eye-catching.

Strictly speaking, it's not a team, it should be said to be an individual

That means they have to fight one against four.

But even so, no team can compare with them. The rules even stated separately that teams defeated by these two teams can compete with each other to compete for a qualifying spot. And these two guys won't face each other before the finals.

In other words, those in the family were absolutely certain that these two guys would make it to the finals.

So let’s just have an exhibition match between these two guys at the end, and the other team’s first place can compete with one of those two guys again.

Whether it's a natural match or the last challenge, as long as you can win one of them, you can get a pretty big reward. Even better than the championship reward.

And even if you can't win, there will be a corresponding reward for every minute you can persist.

This is to prevent the helpless move of giving in immediately. In the face of rewards, most teams will still try to hold on for as long as possible.

By the way, no matter how many games those two guys win, there will be no reward. Because they don't need those things, this is because they have the family's priority supply rights, so any items they need can be obtained directly, and everything is provided by the family.

"Our goal is ten minutes." The elf holding the brown paper put down what he was holding, supported his head and said: "As long as we can persist for ten minutes, we will admit defeat and save our energy to prepare for another unlucky guy. qualifying spot.”

Although what he said sounded depressing, the other members didn't think it was a shameful thing.

"Ten minutes." The female elf opposite him raised her head and shuddered: "Can we do it?"

She recalled the scenes from the previous few battles. It was not a level battle at all. It was even difficult for them to persist for ten minutes.

"We have to believe in ourselves." The captain held his forehead: "If we can hold on for ten minutes, we can use what we got to exchange Yadi for a better staff."

However, this reward does not motivate others.

After all, the opponent is such a monster

"Come on." The captain said dryly: "At least we have nothing to lose, and losing to that thing is not a shame."

What he uses here is something to call the elf. It's not out of disrespect for him, but it's really hard to believe that that kind of thing could be an elf of the same race as him.

"The boss is right." An elf next to him agreed: "At that time, we will just run and defend. No matter what the guy does, he will not be able to defeat us quickly."

Then he patted the captain on the shoulder: "We have a mage who is only twenty-five years old and can use intermediate magic."

Speaking of this, the other two's eyes flashed with light. Even the person who said it felt that this was really not worth showing off, so he had to lower his head angrily.

This is the strength of their team. It was conservatively estimated that they could reach the top three. After all, among the elves, most of the people who can learn intermediate magic before the age of thirty stay in the Forest of All Spirits. In a small place, this is considered a very good talent, and he will definitely become a useful person in the family in the future.

They were full of confidence until they arrived.

Only after arriving here did I realize that this competition was different from any previous year. Because the rules were actually changed just because of two guys, and it was even like a walk-off final.

This made many people dissatisfied, especially knowing that these two guys were barely twenty, and at this time many elves had just begun to learn magic.

But even from elementary school, so what?

So their first game was full of people. At that time, there were even many elves standing around because there were not enough chairs.

Then they witnessed what is called massacre.

But fortunately, someone will give the participating children a layer of shield before going on stage. It is a second-class shield, and it is as if it is not attached to the body. It does not delay action at all, but it can protect the subject from harm to a great extent when encountering an attack.

The criterion for elimination is that the shield is offset by half. When the shield is about to collapse, it will be teleported out immediately. Maximum guarantee against harm.

After all, the purpose of this competition is to inspire the younger children in the family to work harder, so the participants are all from the same family. If it is really hurt, it will be inconsistent with the original intention of the founding, and it will also hurt the harmony.

But even so, when he was wrapped in the water ball, the instantaneous pressure actually crushed the second-level shield. By the time he was teleported away, he had more than five fractures, and he almost couldn't be saved.

After watching only one of them fight, they left.

Because it is so shocking, if you watch it too much, you may even have the idea of ​​giving up your qualifications and going home.

Although they were matched with another guy, no one would doubt that guy's strength.

It's scary to think about how the rules can be changed specifically because of him.

The door opened, and an elf in a white dress came out and bowed slightly to them: "The game starts in half an hour. Someone will add a shield to you later. Don't worry, we will ensure your safety."

The captain smiled bitterly. Before the previous games, they would say "Come on, I will bless you." Or blessings such as "The ancestors will give you glory."

But this time, just say we will ensure your safety.

This guy in a formal dress is a referee, and he is an elf who can use secondary magic. His deeds have even been composed into songs and stories, making him an almost representative figure.

Letting such a guy serve as a referee is for the safety of the contestants, which is enough to show that Strass cares about the personal safety of the children at home.

"This time we will prepare a high-level elemental shield for you." The referee looked at the captain's face and thought he was worried, so he said softly: "Don't worry, nothing will happen. Do your best and give it to you. Parents gain glory.”

After that game in which someone was still seriously injured even under such tight protection, any game those two guys participated in was replaced by a more solid upper level without exception.

This high-level elemental shield can only be cast by the top magicians in the five families. If you want to break it at once, even the second-level magic will be difficult to do.

So this is also a disguised way of telling them that this game will ensure their safety. Just like what he said, there is no need to worry about anything and just do your best.

"We will." The captain nodded, looked at the members behind him and high-fived each other, as if to encourage each other.

At this time, four more elves came in. Like the referee, they were all legendary guys in the family.

These family members from a seaside city of the Elf Tribe couldn't help but feel extremely excited when they saw so many legends come alive in front of them.

One of the female elves even took out a pen and paper from her robe to ask for signatures. These old guys readily agreed, and they also liked the new blood of these families. After all, no matter how powerful they are, they are only in the present, and the future is theirs.

The process of adding the shields took far longer than expected, half an hour passed before I had three completed. Just when the captain wanted to ask if it would delay the schedule, the referee waved his hand and said it didn't matter.

"It's originally our internal game. The rules are dead and the elves are alive." The referee said: "And the guy was just looking for a place to read a book on the court, so it's OK to let him wait."

When the time passed a full twenty minutes, the last person finished plating the shield.

"The ancestors will bless you." The referee patted the captain on the shoulder: "I will go to the field first. If you are not ready yet, you can discuss it again. Just a reminder, your opponent is good at using dark magic and light magic. It's easier to deal with spells that summon physical objects."

Although this is common sense, the referee still has to remind him again before taking the field, which is enough to show that he is biased. There's nothing you can do about it. If the game ends too quickly, people watching will probably find it boring.

"Don't worry." The captain patted his chest and said, "We have ways to deal with it."

The referee nodded, then lowered his head and saw the dagger at his waist. After thinking for a few seconds, he took a dagger from his waist and handed it over.

"This is" the captain was dumbfounded when he looked at the handed weapon.

This dagger feels very light in the hand, but even if you look at it with your eyes, it feels like the sharp edge will hurt your eyes. The talisman engraved on it is as exquisite as a work of art. There is no doubt that this is a good sword, a sword far stronger than the sword hanging on his waist.

"Think of it as borrowed from you." The referee said: "If I can last ten minutes, consider it an extra reward from me to my juniors."

Then he bent down and took off the dagger hanging from the captain's waist: "This will be used as a mortgage."

"Thank you very much." The captain bowed deeply to the referee, and the gratitude in his heart even seemed to seep out. He couldn't think of words to express this feeling for a while.

"Come on, do it." The referee finally left at this time.

"Yadi, you will be responsible for the support when the time comes." The captain turned to the female elf and said, "Although you are usually the main attacker, this time I have to ask you to do the defense."

Then he turned to look at the two next to him, and said to the little man: "Hong Hao is walking around the edge as usual. Be careful not to get hit. Try it if you have the chance."

The little man nodded. His specialty was bows and arrows. In such a public arena, archers were not as effective as mages. So a separate rule was added for this: each team can choose a member who can stay on the sidelines for a short period of time. This will give younger students who are learning archery a space to find opportunities.

The captain looked at the last one, who was a stronger guy than him. Before he could speak, he patted the armor he had put on: "As usual, I'm responsible for covering you."

"No, just take care of Yadi." The captain shook his head: "There must be someone to fight with him in close combat."

"Hey, isn't that too risky?" Hong Hao scratched his head: "Actually, you can also get a shield."

"If everyone is in front, he may directly use long-term chanting spells to use more destructive magic." The captain took a deep breath: "If that is the case, we may be eliminated quickly."

"So you just want to delay him by yourself?" Yadi said softly: "But he will probably have prepared methods to deal with the close approach."

"Then it just means I'm unlucky." The captain shrugged: "I won't get hurt anyway, so what's there to be afraid of?"

They put on their equipment, tidied up their gears, walked out slowly, and walked up the long stone steps to the huge circular venue.

Opposite them, a child who looked like he had not yet reached adulthood was sitting on the ground holding a huge book. It seemed that he had been reading there for a long time.

"I'm sorry to keep you waiting." The captain looked at the child apologetically.

"It's okay." He raised his head, watched them tilt their heads, smiled, and didn't seem to care.

When he raised his head, the captain confirmed that this was just a child who had not yet reached adulthood. His appearance was not as fixed as theirs, but still a little childish.

The referee next to him waved his hand at them from a distance, apparently wanting to confirm whether they were ready.

The child closed the book, walked back slowly, handed the book in his hand to a staff member, then slowly walked over and bowed to them from afar.

His bow was still very stiff. It seemed that someone had just taught him this action and he was not doing it smoothly.

"Then, our twenty-fourth game is about to begin." The referee waved to the spectators: "May the ancestors grant them glory."

The audience echoed similar words piecemeal. At this time, the child raised his head and blinked at him a few times.

"What's your name?" He tilted his head: "I'm Takuri, where are you?"