Can the sadness that magic cannot take away be offset by love?

At the end of the first hour, half of the people on the leaderboard suddenly disappeared. At the same time, the announcement in the stadium sounded:

"The first stage is over, and the upcoming second stage - that is, the second and third hours of the competition. There are a total of fifty contestants. The points will inherit the number of badges at the end of the first stage. The two players with the lowest points at the end of the second stage will The rankings of the ten players are fixed and eliminated.”

That is, a fifty-to-thirty game.

The college had no intention of giving them a break, and the broadcast continued:

"The second phase starts now."

……

Iris's flying snowflakes harvested many heads, and the badge appeared directly at her feet out of thin air.

The journey went smoothly. She estimated that the first thirty were stable, so she left the place to look for pheasants. She remembered that there was no chicken essence among the ninety-nine classmates who came in together.

As for whether it is possible to inherit the points from this round in the next stage?

She did not consider this issue. With her existing points advantage, whether she inherited or not would not affect her ranking.

A bigger flame was lit on the ground, and when the aroma of several roast chickens spread to the distance, many "guests" came here one after another.

Lucius's words gradually came closer, and Iris could hear them clearly:

"This definitely smells like roast chicken, I swear!"

"..."

"If not, I'll wash your palettes and brushes for a month."

"You'd better keep your word."

Adrian, who was waiting in front of a roast chicken that was so fat that it was dripping oil on the fire, smiled and nodded to the two of them.

The one holding a dead branch and playing with it in the fire looked like the fifth-grade prefect who played with Ernest in the opening exhibition game.

"Wins, why don't you stay away from the fire? You seem to be about to fall asleep."

The boy with the wolf tail on the back of his head raised his eyelids with difficulty, yawned and said:

"Well, call me when it's cooked."

He retreated to the tree, leaned back and closed his eyes in peace.

After the roast chicken was cooked, facing pairs of hands ready to move, Iris' cold eyes swept over everyone.

Adrian threw her a bag of spices briskly:

"The secret recipe passed down from our ancestors, you can't taste it like this outside. This bag can be used for a long time."

Vince Cooper, who was woken up by Adrian's gentle pat, looked around in confusion. After watching Adrian's "tribute" process, he understood something and took out a few iron pieces from his pocket.

"This...carry it with you to stay awake when you are sleepy."

She glanced at Angelia, who was flipping through her personal storage, and said calmly:

"you do not need."

Then he stared at Lucius with a smile on his face:

"And yours?"

His smile fell instantly.

……

After dividing out a few roasted chickens, there were still some leftovers. Levine Aucetin came "belatedly" and saw a roasted chicken in someone's hand. He turned his eyes to the intersection of the crowd's eyes.

……

"The skin is a little burnt, but the flaws are not hidden."

The green-eyed guy commented.

Iris turned a deaf ear and threw up the small kettle she just got with her palm - it was only as small as a baby's fist.

"It can automatically identify plant species and perform targeted maintenance."

This is how Levin just introduced its function.

At this time, Adrian put down the chicken leg bone and turned his gaze in the direction behind Iris. The other people noticed his actions.

Lucius murmured:

"No way……"

Wen Si lowered his eyes indifferently and continued to chew the chicken bones.

Adrian raised his eyebrows slightly:

"Did you smell it?"

Angelia was silent.

Iris held her bones and knocked on the ground, shaking her head:

"Besides the smell of chicken, what else does it taste like?"

No one answered the call for a moment.

The chickens here are all cooked, they have personally verified that all you can smell is the aroma.

The sudden forest wind brought a chill and made the fire on the ground sway.

Iris suddenly felt something lightly scratching her head, making her feel numb.

Her eyes glanced to the side, and a few black hairs gradually swayed towards her eyes from the blind spot of her vision, like cool water plants dragging countless passing souls in the gloomy waters.

At the same time, a faint smell of blood came from behind. Looking down, blood fell drop by drop to her feet. On the soil that was soaked darker by the blood, the bottom of the dark blue staff could be seen. end.

Iris failed to identify the brand of his shampoo. She picked up dead branches on the ground and put them into the fire to fuel the fire. Her tone was calm and casual:

"When you get here, you have to pay the toll."

Time seemed to stand still for a moment. Everyone in the field of vision lowered their heads to sleep, sleep and eat, but no one looked here.

A large, long piece of cold "water grass" brushed over her shoulders from behind, across the side of her face, and then floated diagonally to the front of her field of vision.

On the soil splattered with a lot of blood, the black boots took two steps forward, and then the owner of the boots turned around, his amber eyes casting a calm gaze on her, making it difficult to sense his emotions.

A stack of giant snowflakes was tied with a thick rope and fell in front of her. The bright red blood stains on the snowflakes slowly soaked into the softer ground.

Rather than saying they are snowflakes, they are more like ice sculptures carved into the shape of snowflakes. The craftsmen's skills are extremely exquisite, and the standardized and meticulous carvings make them look like outstanding works of art.

But at this moment, these "arts of art" were stained by interlaced bloodstains, losing their original clean and clear appearance.

"Are these enough?"

Ernest Ramirez's deep and cold voice was carried by the air to his ears.

Iris was disgusted with his habitual condescending attitude. Without raising her head, Iris raised the dead branch burning with flames to the surface of the chicken legs on the grill, letting the flames bully her innocent and tender snack.

"You're not as skilled as others, but you don't want to admit it. You even want to eat and drink for free. You...are nothing more than that."