Chapter 1650 Officially Starts

This young man who looks to be only about fourteen or five years old is none other than Trom, the "Phantom Deer"!

After Trom walked out, the door slowly disappeared and appeared behind another reef.

Trom stood on the reef where there was only one person, his face a little solemn. He also didn't expect that the competition venue would encounter such a difficult situation this time.

Trom looked around, the gloomy Heng was still calm, and the troll could not be seen yet. But the fishy smell in the air made him slightly uneasy. Rom could not help but close his eyes and send out his mental tentacles, trying to sense the situation in advance.

At this time, the narrator's clear voice sounded: "It seems that our Huanlu Yan is very cautious. After all, he is facing the post-troll. However, if he senses the post-troll now, even if he really senses it, it will increase his own power. Stress, or stress relief?”

Trom could also hear the narrator's voice, but he completely ignored what the narrator said and continued to patrol the monkey.

"Let me give you a friendly reminder. The post-trolls are now sleeping in a special form and will only wake up after the game starts. I'm afraid Huanlu Yan can't find them now. I think instead of paying attention to the situation in the post, it's better to Follow your lovely fans?”

The narrator's slightly teasing voice made Trom's expression freeze. If he were in an ordinary arena now, he could pay attention to the fans' emotions, but now he can't see the situation outside the dome at all, so how can he pay attention? He is not the narcissistic guy from the Round Dance of Spring, who can show off his coquettishness to the air.

Trom stood unmoved, while the narrator expressed disappointment.

Outside, in the judging box. Angel whispered to himself: "Why do you feel that the tone of the narration this time is always malicious?"

"Perhaps there is a different narrator?" Farina was beside Angel, heard his whisper, and replied smoothly: "That's not bad, at least the audience seats are tied up."

After teasing Trom, the narrator once again changed into a serious tone: "Here is the second climber: the philosopher."

The words "Philosopher" also flashed on the light screen. At the same time, the door of the endless arena inside the dome was pushed open on another rock more than ten meters away from the rock Trom was standing on.

Onassis, who was almost the same age as Trom, walked out from behind the door silently.

Onassis was still dressed in an old gray and black wizard robe, his expression was a bit dull, and he naturally exuded the sour "academic" atmosphere. It was completely inconsistent with his somewhat immature face.

After Onassis came out, he didn't show any emotion to the people around him. He stood on the reef in an orderly manner, looked at Trom not far away, and nodded lightly.

"The ocean currents will carry my greetings to you," Onassis whispered.

The sea breeze brought Onassis's words to Trom's ears. But Trom obviously didn't understand and was a little confused.

Fortunately, at this moment the narrator spoke——

"The philosopher Yan's words are as ritualistic as ever, but equally obscure." Narrator: "Did this Bolov's catchphrase come from the morning or the evening? Is it a satire on Trom or is it really a tribute? ? Probably, only the philosophers themselves understand."

Many people still didn't understand the narration, including who this Bolov was, which was also a question mark.

Farina considers herself a very well-read person, but she is also confused.

Seeing this, Angel explained to her in a low voice: "Bolov is the villain of the Twilight Pearl Crown."

This book tells the story of a chamber of commerce that obtained the treasure of the Lost Kingdom - the Twilight Pearl Crown. Although it tried every possible means to hide it, the news was still heard by the famous thief Bolov.

As the saying goes, possession is the original sin.

At a dinner party held by the Chamber of Commerce, Bolov sneaked in and took action.

When he sneaked into the venue dressed as a ball host, his opening remarks on the stage were, "The ocean current brings my greetings to you, good morning."

At the end of this novel, Bolov, the phantom thief, not only obtained the Twilight Pearl Crown, but even sank a whole ship of people into the sea. He was the only one, riding on the escape boat, and successfully escaped leisurely.

Watching the Toji ship sink gradually, with laughter of fear and despair coming from the ship, the Phantom Thief said the last words of the book: "The ocean current brings my greetings to you all, good night."

"That's it." After listening to Angel's story, Falina suddenly realized.

Therefore, the narrator's words can explain it. Did he say that Perloff's catchphrase came from the morning or the evening? It corresponds to the "good morning at the tide" or "good night at the curtain call" in the book.

"Sure enough, as the narrator said, Onassis's way of speaking is too obscure." Falina said. Not only was it obscure, but she was also quite unhappy. There was an illusion that an academic wizard was showing off in front of you, but the other party was still serious.

"This is his style, but unfortunately not everyone can accept it." Angel looked into the dome, and Trom obviously couldn't accept it.

Trom deliberately lowered his antler hat, and the two pieces of fluff covering his temples were pulled into his ears, as if he didn't want to listen.

Although Trom seemed disgusted by Onassis's behavior of dropping his book bag, he did not respond. He probably also knew about Onassis, and almost everyone who responded to Onassis would be driven crazy by him.

Trom may not know what the power of words and philosophy is, but he subconsciously chooses to avoid it.

Onassis looked at Trom's behavior, but there was no discomfort on his face. He just sighed softly: "Another person who has fallen into the path of stupidity."

After sighing, Onassis raised his head and looked at the sky.

It seemed that through this gloomy sky, he saw the situation outside the dome.

"Philosopher Yan seems to be paying attention to the outside field. Is he paying attention to his admirers? But this is not in line with his usual practice." Narrator: "I'm really curious, who does the philosopher want to see? Will it be the philosophical scholar who loves and hates him as rumored?"

Onassis could also hear the narrator's words, but he obviously did not intend to respond. Instead, he slowly retracted his gaze and refocused his attention on Trom.

Because at this time, there was only one minute left before the start of the game.

The countdown appeared on the light screen.

Onassis and Trom both entered the final preparation stage.

With a chuckle from the narrator: "Be careful of the appearance of the troll at any time, I wish you two good luck."

The game officially begins!

Although the narrator specifically reminded that the trolls could appear at any time, Hong was still as calm as before. But the clouds above were even lower, and the air seemed to become suffocating.

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