The Bald Monk in the City

Chapter 676 The Chief’s Joy (One more update!)

Your teammate has entered the semi-final draw process, please choose a teammate for the semi-final draw to select the opponent team.

Yi Qiu looked at the prompt information on the retina, he didn't know much about these things.

When he was sinking into the Summoner's Canyon, he was more often engaged in fierce pecking in the Bronze Division.

For things like competitions, I don't have much interest.

But occasionally watching the game with his roommates, he also learned something.

It's just that these understandings still stay on players, teams and various high-end operations that may be simple or dazzling, but they don't know much about the event process.

However, Yi Qiu was somewhat impressed by the lottery.

Because he remembers a seemingly lucky draw that slammed his roommate's favorite team at one year's game.

That seems to be a very distant memory. He has gradually forgotten the knowledge he learned there, and he will no longer miss that period of trance.

But whenever I think of it, my heart still has some slight fluctuations.

Not very intense, but with a more mellow flavor.

Especially after Yi Qiu has experienced all kinds of complex multiverse adventures, this mellow taste is even more memorable.

Maybe it's not just youth, it's a game, it's a dazzling brilliance in the life of all things.

Yi Qiu rubbed his bald head. What he had expected was that the years would flow, and go upstream to return to the time full of pure joy and depression.

But now, what he is after is to jump over this beautiful river.

Like a swimming fish jumping upwards, with its fins as wings, it goes straight to the sky...

Are you going to try your luck, Isabella?

Bicz looked at the lottery reminder refreshed on his retina, he was not interested in it.

For an academic mage, he is not interested in the random results of chaos.

Perhaps the process that hides some mysteries will make him feel more valuable.

However, regarding the draw of the Canyon Tournament, he didn't think it would have any profound impact on the final result.

Because as the winning team, the final result should not be placed on a dice.

But sometimes, there will still be people who are keen on this kind of metaphysics...

No, I think Yi has a certain advantage in this regard.

To Bikerz's surprise, Isabella didn't accept or reject, she directly proposed a new proposal.

Bix looked at Isabella, and responded somewhat unexpectedly to this.

Under his seemingly ordinary appearance, the consciousness that is constantly calculating some details of the game is divided into a source dedicated to thinking about this problem.

He didn't think Isabella's unexpected reply was random, it must contain some information that he hadn't noticed or knew yet...

Why does she feel that Yi Qiu has an advantage in this regard?

Wait, I think I get it...

Bixz looked at Yi Qiu, his extraordinary wisdom and massive database allowed him to get the answer immediately:

Son of the Plane, are you extraordinarily lucky?

Although there is no reliable data as evidence for this judgment, Bicz believes in the result he deduced from the depths of his consciousness.

The thinking shown by the mage in this aspect is still not divorced from its idealistic nature.

In a sense, this is the most essential difference between scholars and mages in the sci-fi plane.

Rather than whether to use magic particles or other energies.

Luck is an unconventional basic attribute, and the results it can show are also recognized by the Canyon Tournament.

After all, this is a manifestation of ability...

Emma looked at Yi Qiu, she probably knew Yi Qiu best among all the people.

After all, they came from the same plane, so they were born in the same subtle camp.

And as far as Yi Qiu's values ​​and worldview are concerned, this delicate camp has a stronger effect before being betrayed and conflicted.

If none of you are interested, I can try.

Yi Qiu nodded, he didn't think much of it.

I have no interest, I hate these empty things.

The boiling-blood female warrior curled her lips. As the heir of a tribe, she seemed to be naturally subject to some subtle restraint in this regard.

So under everyone's gaze, Yi Qiu stretched out his hand and flipped the void dice that represented the start of the lottery...

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Argenst, you have chosen a strong opponent for us!

The orc warrior - Broken Fang looked at the chief of his tribe and also his father: Argenst - Broken Fist said in a deep voice.

There are two types of draws in the Canyon Tournament in the first stage, one is the draw conducted by one's own team, and the other is when other teams draw lots to their own team.

That is to say, in the first stage, a team needs to play at least two games.

If all wins, then directly into the finals.

If you win a game and lose a game, you need to go to the next round of the game.

Generally speaking, there will be no situation where the two sides draw each other.

This special situation can only occur unless the drawer has certain corresponding extraordinary abilities.

It doesn't like its father, because it always tries to implement the rotten system in the tribe that it picked up from those weak humans.

Strength or weakness are only relative.

If you think the other party is too strong, it's only because you are too weak, my son.

Argenst-Broken Fist didn't get angry, it quietly looked at its burly son and said calmly.

But when the other party tried to continue mumbling, it punched the other party's abdomen hard!

Enough, I tell you this not because of the power you have, but because you are my son.

That's all!

Argenst-Broken Fist looked at the broken teeth bent into a ball under its heavy fist, and it felt that it needed to give this reckless son a little education...

Well, it belongs to the characteristic education mode of orcs...

Argenst-Broken Fist, I read the other party's information.

Although the opponent's winning streak is very dazzling, I found a fatal shortcoming in the opponent's existence.

There are multiple legal professions in their team composition, which may allow them to play a very strong burst.

But this also determines their weakness in the middle and late stages. Maybe we can choose a more stable tactic.

It seems that the blessing of the ancestors still continues its ancient power...

Beside Argenst-Shatterfist, an orc who looked very old said somberly.

It is the shaman of the tribe, a special profession that is extremely sacred in the eyes of orcs, but full of evil and uncertainty in the eyes of other intelligent creatures.

Because shaman is an ancestor worship and primitive worship type of divine art profession, it is easily disturbed by various chaotic and evil consciousness.

Therefore, although shamans have a high status in orc tribes, they are often unable to serve as chiefs.

But sometimes, there are exceptions...

A monk, a blood-boiling warrior...

I think I know what to do. It seems that the consciousness of the ancestors protects us...

Argenst-Broken Fist looked at the information projected in its green pupils, and said with some joy...