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Chapter 90

Words:2708Update:22/06/29 07:41:03

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A dull, conical dagger streaked across the sky and silently pierced into the trunk of an ancient tree in the campsite. The fine thread on the dagger vibrated and the mechanism on the dagger was triggered. The dagger bit into the trunk viciously.

At the same time the dagger pierced into the trunk, Rorschach had already begun to move. He only pulled on the thin thread and swayed it slightly. In just an instant, he used the traction force of the spider thread to complete the jump and silently landed on the trunk.

Rorschach activated his ranger's camouflage mode and looked down at his senior apprentice brothers and sisters who were still talking and laughing without noticing anything. He silently shook his head.

At least in terms of vigilance, they were far inferior to Ansorenne's Descended Ones.

"A Warrior, a Priest, a Mage, and a sentry outside. What a standard adventuring team. I'm speechless."

The campfire was burning brightly. The Priest was still lowering her head to cook soup and prepare dinner. It seemed that they were completely unaware that the intruders had already infiltrated the campsite.

In Rorschach's eyes, the physical traps set by the Thieves and the magical traps set by the Mages were not clear on their power. However, they were obviously not hidden enough. Moreover, they were completely defenseless against gliding units in the air.

"The 112th formation is really like a textbook … Simple? Or should I say inflexible? "

In a conventional adventuring team, it was impossible for the team to always be in a combat state and in a defensive state. Thus, it was natural that they would need to take turns to be on guard.

In order to overlap each other's alert points and be on multiple alert, at least two people would be on guard, one in the light and one in the dark.

The sentry outside was easily eliminated by Rorschach from the start … The senior apprentice brother actually followed the textbook and hid in the shadow of the tree. Rorschach would feel guilty if he didn't do anything.

The second sentry was the pilot of the Warrior class magic armor.

Although this senior apprentice sister followed the textbook's instructions and sat in the magic armor on guard, she opened the cockpit and seemed to be drinking water.

Rorschach had already completed an analysis of the party members based on their footprints. The last member of the party was a young Mage … It appeared that he was also a Second Tier Mage. He was currently writing and drawing on a map by the campfire.

The sun was slowly setting, and there was a faint aroma of meat in the campsite. The female priests were distributing dinner, and the atmosphere was warm and harmonious … Yes, it was warm and harmonious, but did you forget that the poor thief outside hadn't contacted you for ten minutes?

The location of the preliminaries was the forest area on the outskirts of Saul City. The duration of the preliminaries was three days, and the rules were simple.

One hundred to two hundred teams entered, and each team represented one point. The team leader would carry the emblem that represented the points. Those who obtained three points and successfully made it to the edge of the forest would enter the next round. One point would be counted for each day that they survived.

You can take the initiative to hunt, or you can defend for three days. You can even let the Thief profession wear the emblem and hide for three days. Even if the other members are all killed, you will still pass.

The difficulty wasn't high. Luck was very important, because you didn't know what kind of opponent you would meet … This was the closest to actual combat.

Rorschach's new guild with zero points shouldn't meet too strong of an opponent. There were more than ten other guilds like this, and it would probably last for a week before they entered the next round.

It hadn't even been two hours since the start of the preliminaries, but it was almost night time. According to the usual practice, the night of the first day should be the safest, and everyone would prefer to get at least one point … But Rorschach had already come knocking.

"Are you kidding me? I don't have that much time to dawdle. If I don't hurry up and finish this preliminaries … I won't have time to prepare for the Elvish and History of Magic exams."

As a candidate who believed that he could still be saved, Rorschach was still somewhat anxious and anxious.

According to the rules of the competition, in order to promote fairness (encouraging students from the same school to tear each other apart), in this type of situation where students from the same school met each other, the winner would receive extra battle credits.

This was the third team Rorschach had followed, but the first team from the same school. Rorschach felt that he was quite lucky to be able to find such a good opponent before nightfall.

"One Sentinel 3's warrior-type magic armor, and two Holy Shield Protectors' defensive knight magic armor … They don't match up well with the team. Are there others? No, I should have discovered them long ago. Oh, I understand now. So they're just a bunch of poor bastards. "

Rorschach finally found something different from the textbooks, but it wasn't anything worth mentioning.

Magic armors specifically for mages needed to increase the defensive properties that mages needed the most, as well as increase the mages' spellcasting abilities. They even needed to provide the mana reserves that mages needed the most. Since it involved a mage tower's individual mana pool, then the cost would naturally be quite high.

For magic armor of the same level, a magic armor specifically for mages would cost about three to ten times more than a warrior-type magic armor, with no upper limit.

For this type of competition, it was possible to rent school magic armor (there weren't any good ones) or bring one's own magic armor. Obviously, these seniors couldn't afford to buy magic armor specifically for mages. Since it couldn't increase the mage's spellcasting abilities, it would be better to increase the mage's survivability, which they lacked the most. A defense-enhancing knight magic armor would be an excellent choice.

Rorschach shook his head. These seniors were quite pitiful. His own team had to bring their own high-grade magic armor to participate in the competition. He even felt some sympathy for these pitiful seniors.

But sympathy couldn't be used as battle credits …

Rorschach silently took out two spider daggers and looked down. When he saw the fragrant pot that was currently boiling, he had an idea.

He took out a small pouch from under his clothes, and four different colored bottles appeared in his hand.

"Red is a neurotoxin, white is a lethal snake venom, and black is the antidote … As expected of the black-blooded elves. They're so deceitful. Even if they found the antidote, they probably wouldn't dare to use it. "

How could there be any black-blooded elves who didn't know how to use poison? Since Su Nanna had already taught them how to level up cliff walkers, she didn't hide anything from them.

Since they were all seniors of the same school, and this was a competition, these deadly poisons obviously couldn't be used. Rorschach finally poured out a light green potion that had the fragrance of plants, and then soaked the spider dagger and the spider silk tied to it in the potion.

"A quick-acting sleeping pill. Although the effects probably aren't as good as the others, it'll be fine. Next …"

Rorschach lightly tugged on the spider silk. Outside the camp, the spider dagger that had come from earlier suddenly shrank and tore a hole in a tree trunk. The tree trunk shook violently and then fell down.

* Boom! *

The sound of the tree trunk falling to the ground instantly attracted everyone's attention.

At the same time, Rorschach lightly shook the spider dagger soaked in the potion and had it fall down.

The location he chose was just right. He shook the spider dagger hanging above the pot, and a few drops of potion naturally fell down … Then, he put away the dagger and silently waited for everything to happen.

The priestess only glanced at it and discovered that it was a tree trunk that had fallen down. She then turned her attention back to the bowl of hot soup.

Three minutes later …

"… I'm feeling a little dizzy."

"Poison? Susan didn't even warn us? "

The priestess, who should have had some antidote abilities, was the first to die because she wanted to taste the soup. Due to the fact that she drank too much, she was the first to die. Due to the mage's weak physical body, another unlucky mage followed closely behind.

Only the Sentinel warrior also drank two mouthfuls of the soup. However, her body was in good condition, and there wasn't enough potion, so she only felt a little dizzy.

When she activated her magic armor and prepared to look for the person who had snuck into the camp and poisoned her, a shadow landed on the back of her magic armor.

The pilot and the surveillance camera both felt a sudden increase in weight on their bodies. The gigantic magic armor reached out to grab the shadow, but its "short hands" couldn't even touch the neck of the mage due to its size. There was still a slight distance between them.

"As expected, the textbooks were right. Is the back of the neck a blind spot? They can even find the weakness of a standard mass-produced magic armor. They can't be trusted at all. "

What was left to do was even simpler. He opened up the air vent on the back of the magic armor and poured in the half-gas, half-liquid sleeping potion that he had evaporated with a small fireball … and then, he heard snoring coming from the magic armor.

As far as the eye could see, everyone in the team had fallen unconscious. Not only did they not directly fight with their opponents, they didn't even see what their opponents looked like. Only the deduction of their combat credits would tell them that they had been tricked by their seniors and juniors from the same school.

"How simple. It seems that I've learned a lot over the past few days …"

While Rorschach was secretly delighted at his own progress, he didn't relax in the slightest. Just as a certain person had taught him before, if he could track others, others could also track him.

Only rookies who didn't have much experience in competitions would treat the first night as a free day of points. Predators of varying skill levels would frantically search for rookies to steal points from, while weaklings would be eliminated as quickly as possible.

Rorschach maintained his camouflage Divine Art the entire time. It wasn't until he found the priest's emblem on his chest and returned to the shadows that he finally smiled.

His guess was correct. Not far away, two people were watching the entire ambush from a tree.

"As his ranger teacher, how many points should I give him?"

The floating mist of blood actually had a pair of bright eyes. Isabella was sizing up the stalker under the tree with interest.

"Seventy points."

"How strict. Where's the point of deduction?"

"You weren't vicious enough. It would have been safer to directly use poison. If the mage was poisoned first, the priest would have helped him detoxify the poison. That would have been the same as exposing yourself. Also, since the sentinel outside was captured, it would have been better to directly have him withdraw from the competition. Who knows if they have some special method of communication? It seems that I'll have to make up for it later. "

Although Su Nanna was saying that it wasn't enough, her smile still revealed how satisfied she was. However, when she mentioned "special method of communication", she pointed to the sky with her finger, which represented that she was a God.

That's right. If this was a descender who was noticed by a True God, it would have been meaningless to tie up the sentinel. In this world that wasn't affected by the magical mist, there were no restrictions on the communication between True Gods.

In a sense, from the very beginning, this competition was the epitome and extension of the struggle between the gods.

[Stop slacking off. Lynn is fighting against the silver elves. A Legend managed to sneak in. Kill him. Hmph, how shameless. This is clearly a competition for third-year and below.]

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