Earth in the age of elves

December 12th, 8 a.m., Modu North Station Airport.

Under the leadership of Xia Fusheng, Xu Yi and two other quasi-king-level mentors entered the special passage of the airport.

There are only three members participating in the selection competition in Magic City this time. In addition to Xu Yi, one is a senior tutor of the superpower academy. His name is Chen Fan, who is 3 years old this year.

When Xu Yi asked, he didn't expect that Chen Fan was actually the son of King Chen Gong...

Thinking that King Chen Gong was always polite to him and never acted like a king or dean, Xu Yi felt that he didn't have the attitude a student should have in front of tutor Chen Fan.

Another participating instructor is Cai Yuewen from the fighting department, with a gentle-sounding name.

As a result, Xu Yi took a look and saw that with a height of 1 meters and a muscular physique, he looked like an iron tower standing there, and he looked very safe.

The combat effectiveness of these two people is the top among the quasi-kings of the Demon City. Of course, the strength of the other instructors is not weak, but the three places in the Demon City University are already full.

A total of only 50 people can enter the secret realm, and the fewer participants there are, the more opportunities the players recommended by various forces will have.

As the fourth-ranked university in the world, Shanghai University of Finance and Economics can only have 4 places.

For some small countries, the entire country only has one entry quota, so it is still unknown whether they can go.

When Xu Yi and the others got on the plane, there were already people waiting here, personnel from the Magic City Rift Military.

There was only one person, and he looked about 40 years old.

When he saw Xia Fusheng and the three people walking into the plane, he stood up and saluted: "General Xia, captain of the first combat team in the Demon City Rift, Li Sheng is reporting to you!"

"We're not in the army now, so there's no need to be so serious." Xia Fusheng smiled and patted his shoulder.

Although Xia Fusheng is the vice-president of Modou University, his military rank is that of general in the military department, and as a master who often sits in the rift of Modou, it is not an exaggeration to say that he is the superior of Lieutenant Colonel Li Sheng.

"We are the only five people who have passed through the Magic City."

While Xia Fusheng was speaking, the plane also began to taxi onto the runway.

"In this preliminary screening, a total of 37 trainers from Dongxia participated. I am not sure how many trainers will be qualified in the end. But what I want to say is that no matter who the four of you are, you must not lose us in the war. Dong Xia’s face!”

Xia Fusheng's eyes widened, and a frightening aura immediately emitted.

Xu Yi and others were shocked, and they all answered loudly: "Yes!"

Participating in a battle on behalf of the country is different from fighting within oneself. It doesn't matter how the internal battle starts. No one will say anything even if they surrender before the fighting starts.

But when the battlefield is on a global scale, what you represent is not just you, what you do also represents Dongxia standing behind you.

First of all, Dongxia cannot lose its face internationally.

Theoretically, no one will force you to do anything, but in fact, there were many trainers in the past who would save face for their country even if they lost their lives.

The enemy is too strong. You can fight, run away, or deceive, but absolutely no one will surrender directly.

You have become a loser to trainers from other countries on the competition field. How will your motherland, thousands of miles away, look at it?Where do you put the dignity of your country?

Therefore, there are many trainers who will fight to the death, and military participants from various countries have never joined forces with the enemy.

Take the participants from the Eastern Xia Military as an example. They will never join forces with the trainers from the Neon Country. Whether on the field or in the secret realm, if the two sides meet, they will either leave directly or fight.

Not only the military, but most trainers in every country are like this.

Xia Fusheng didn't say too much nonsense. After a few brief explanations, the five people found their seats and sat down.

Then the plane started to travel around various regions in Eastern Xia. Trainers from the Jiangnan region were picked up. As for the north, a special plane departed from the capital to pick them up.

Although there are only more than 30 people, every contestant is treated first-class!

When Xu Yi's plane successfully received all the contestants, the atmosphere in the entire cabin suddenly became lively.

"Old Wang, you are here again this year."

"Alas, I didn't succeed last time. Let's try to see if I can have the strength and luck this time."

"I have strength, but I don't know if luck is enough."

"Hahaha, it has been three years since the last time the secret realm was opened. Those people who came back from the secret realm are all kings now!"

The best people are more or less acquainted with each other. Among this group of people, there are also comrades from the last secret realm selection.

Three of them are provincial gym leaders in the Jiangnan region, and the others are personnel from Zhejiang University, Jiangnan University, and the military.

As for the political circles, the least number of them may be due to the fact that the areas they hold are inevitably neglected in fighting.

After everyone arrived and contacted people in the capital, the two planes flew towards the United Nations.

Although Dongxia has risen very fast in recent years, it has insufficient foundation after all. Therefore, the United Nations headquarters is located in the Magnesium Country as in its previous life. Xu Yi and the others went to the Magnesium Country to participate in the selection this time.

On the plane, as time went by, the chatter and laughter of the trainers gradually decreased and finally disappeared.

Everyone was taking the upcoming battle very seriously, so they were too nervous to talk.

In silence all the way, the plane quickly passed over the Pacific Ocean. After more than ten hours of flight, everyone finally arrived at the destination.

It is not the United Nations Headquarters in New York, but a small island near the northern part of Magnesia.

An airport and ancillary service facilities have been specially built here. From hotels to offices in various countries, the island is very lively with people coming and going.