Light Spirit Epic

Chapter 699 Traveling to Trial 2

Query results: round table trials -

The sacred Great Britain, once a year, the "ordeal of round table".

The purpose is simple and clear, in order to select the [round table knight] - the direct knight of King Arthur.

The person who is given the title of the Knight of the Round Table will have the supreme power, and will also be the world of Megatron, whose name is constantly evolving in human history.

Because the people who can become the Knights of the Round Table are all monsters that are strong and perverted!

Because [the trial of the round table] is difficult, and its mortality rate is high enough to scare away all the weak people in the world. Only the strongest, best-skilled, and toughest person can be competent!

Because the Knights of the Round Table are synonymous with "absolutely powerful", they are the symbol of "being brave and good", the embodiment of "the supreme wisdom", the embodiment of "holy virtue", and the last hope of mankind!

They are organized by King Arthur, the strongest knight team against [infinite darkness], the sharp blade of the darkness, the expulsion of evil light!

The Knight of the Round Table is such an organization! ——

Young people, do you want to join? Come and sign up!

Albert looked at the colorful pages in front of him, stayed for half a minute, then silently moved the mouse to turn off the page.

"What are you doing?" Bettiville was still packing his luggage and was ready to travel. He saw that the tiger was playing with some sort of tin box and couldn't help but curiously ask.

"Use a computer, search the Internet for information. Please don't tell me, you don't know what a computer is." Albert suddenly felt tired and didn't want to explain.

"What is a computer? There is still Internet." The werewolf really asked.

"The computer is the brain that can run at high speed after the power is turned on. If you have time, I can help you pick it up, which will increase your IQ by several hundred times."

"No thanks." Biddeville knew that Ayr was **** and he was too lazy to care for him.

"On the Internet, hey, weaving a huge net, and then you can crawl online like a spider."

When Ay finished, he thought for a moment, it seems that something is wrong, but it seems that there is nothing wrong with it?

Hearing here, the werewolf stopped and looked at Albert in an incredible way: "The taste of modern people is weird."

"You can't understand the natives who live in the wilderness." Albert looked at the werewolf in disdain: "The scientific progress of mankind has been so fast in the past seven years, you don't know at all, right?"

This sentence really stung Beddyville. He said in a depressed voice: "Hey, I am a native, how about?"

"And the computer has been there seven years ago, very early, very long ago. You are a bandit."

(Is it lower than the natives? Ha ha)

The young tiger man leaned back on the back of the chair and stretched out: "However, it’s amazing. What can this chalet really change, even the computer can be changed. And there is still a network. ""

"What is the net--" Bettiville still wants to ask, but he saw Albert looking at himself with fierce eyes and quickly stopped: "Well, when I have not asked."

"However, Bedyville." The tiger was covered with a computer notebook, and the thing disappeared instantly. "Although I have heard of the [Round Table Knight] organization, its introduction on the Internet is too unreliable. Wouldn't it be a lie?"

"What are you talking about?!" The werewolf squinted: "Arthur will not lie! The Knights of the Round Table are real!"

Seeing that Biddeville was so serious, Albert sneered and sneered: "Yes, yes, your friend Arthur is a big hero. He is talking about truth. Well, let's join, the so-called [round table Trial] The ticket is also booked and will depart tomorrow morning."

"What? So fast? Where do you go to book a ticket?"

Albert returned coldly: "On the Internet. I sent my ambassador - a spider - to send a letter."

"Oh, okay." Werewolf Bedieville knew that he was fooled, but he couldn't refute anything. He had to swallow: "Ayre, you want to participate?"

"I have nowhere else to go, so of course I am participating."

"Great. So we have a look at the way."

The tiger is sullen: "You better not think like this. Once we start the trial, we are competitors. According to the information, the passing rate of the Knights of the Round Table is only one in 100,000. Each selection can brush a large number of people. There are even cases where a round table knight cannot be selected for several years.

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Those of us who have no backstage to participate in the selection are probably the ones who were originally brushed off. "

"It won't." Biddiville is very optimistic: "I am constantly practicing for all of this. Every minute and every moment of these seven years is definitely not a waste of effort."

"Hopefully, my friend." In the face of this savage young werewolf youth, Tigerman Albert had to smile.

At the same time, the Holy Land is not in the United Kingdom, London.

"Is it finally going to start again, [the trial of the round table]." King Arthur looked at the people who were busy setting up the venue on Wang Lida Square, and he was filled with emotion.

"Arthur," said the Knight of the Round Table, who walked by King Arthur. He said, "I will lower the standard this year. I have not selected a Knight of the Round Table for three years. Twenty-four Knight seats have not yet been Fill it up, you really have to fight and you will suffer."

"No." Wang is surprisingly stubborn in this respect: "I only need the best talent. The weak are not worthy of being a round table knight. I really want them to be on the battlefield. I will only die on the battlefield. Kay, don't forget that we organize round tables. The true purpose of the Knights. Letting the unqualified people go to the battlefield is equivalent to pushing them to death. Can you do this kind of thing?"

"You may be right." The red-haired knight annoyed and touched his short hair that was cut neatly. He said helplessly: "Okay, I will select according to the original plan. I only hope that the candidates will be eager for this year." At least one person can be elected. Hehe."

"And--" See Kay wants to go, Cavalier King quickly stopped him: "Who wrote this year's propaganda slogan? It is terrible, want to scare the candidates?"

"噗" Kay smiled and said: "Don't ask me. It was written by the old man of Lyon Dickens, and he also specially prepared the people to add the slogan. He probably thought that the selection of the Knights of the Round Table was the same every year. I know someone who knows it, and I don’t know if I don’t know it."

"啧-"

"Do not worry." Kai smiled. "This year we have strengthened our security measures and will definitely reduce the mortality rate. Although the dead are almost inevitable."

"Please, please." King Arthur nodded lightly, indicating that Kay could leave.

The red-haired knight took a gift to the king and strode into the venue and began to direct the work of the venue.

At the same time, in a dark corner of London, there was a pair of unscrupulous eyes secretly watching the Cavaliers.

A huge conspiracy is eager to move, and it will soon be turned upside down.

When the brilliance is more radiant, the darkness under the glory is darker. Light and darkness are one, opposite and unified, and symbiosis and mutual exclusion.

Early the next morning, Bedieville and Albert sat on a sled and headed for the port city of Rozville on the north coast.

"Oh, don't you streak?" Albert saw Bettiville wearing a thin, cool short dress and couldn't help but dig.

"Stupid." The werewolf youth blushes. "I wear it at home alone. It is definitely not good to wear it in public. I am not exposed!"

Even so, Beddyville's thin shirt is still very eye-catching. The cool, short-sleeved shirt flutters in the cold, giving the illusion of being on a tropical beach. Not to mention the wolf man's long knee-length trousers - this is clearly the equipment for surfing the tropical beach!

"Are you really not cold?" The sled moved at high speed, and the biting cold wind caused Albert to shudder. He wore a whole set of cold-proof clothes, and still felt that there was a trace of cool air infiltrating into the body from the gap of the dress.

"Not cold." The werewolf said in disapproval, "I am a wolf with excellent insulation."

Outside is minus twenty degrees Celsius. The cold wind hit by the high-speed speeding sled is more frozen. Werewolf Bedieville did not care, it is a monster that is not afraid of cold!

Albert jumped for about ten minutes and the sled finally reached the small town of Kirkenes in northern Norweg.

Snow covered every cottage in the town, the whole town was cold and clear, and only a few people were walking around.

"Is it here?" Bettiville jumped off the sled. "Where is the ship?"

"Boat -" Albert just climbed down the sled and the sled disappeared without a trace.

However, the Tigers have been used to living with Bediville in the past few days. He is not too surprised. He just cleared his throat and pointed to the northeast: "Going here from here. The port is in the city." the other side."

The werewolf walked behind the tiger and looked at the scenery around. Due to the cold, the whole city looks very depressed. Although in a glorious region and a human territory, the city does not seem to be so rich and prosperous.

"See you are a dumpling, I have to remind you first." Albert, who was walking in front, whispered to Bedieville. "Although the orcs and humans signed a peace treaty, everyone will not fight for the time being, but the two races. The relationship is not as good as you think. You better get less trouble, especially on the human territory."

"Of course." The werewolf answered with a mouth and was regarded as a dumpling from the deep mountain wilderness. Bediville was very annoyed and helpless. He was too lazy to quarrel with Albert and had to put everything in his heart.

People along the way looked at the two orcs with curiosity and fear, and filled the city with an atmosphere of exclusion and uneasiness.

"I knew that I should wear a cloak." The werewolf regretted his cool attire.

"It's useless, it can cover your dog's head, and you can't hide your puppy's tail." Ayr sneered. He took the werewolf between the various lanes of the city, tried to avoid contact with people, and soon came to the port in the north of the city.