Chapter 1822 (?′?`?) Female General of the Empire
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As night fell, the direction of the arena was bustling and brightly lit, and the bright lights seemed to compare to the 'Well of the Sun' that radiated light like a fireball above the palace in the middle of the floating island .
At this time, in a battle preparation room where the players rested, Barnhardt, the emperor of the Rekalt Empire, Leon, the head of the Azure Dragon Knights, Egbert, the head of the Black Dragon Magisters, and Balga, the head of the Flame Dragon Corps, Si and Imelda, the female commander of the Ice Dragon Legion, were looking at each other and sitting in their respective positions silently.
They were not in the mood to care about the hustle and bustle outside, and it was not difficult to see from their faces that they seemed to be worrying about something with each other, and they were not in a very good mood.
Think about it too!
Up to now, from the time when they first came with full confidence, to now after the game, what kind of result will the future be like? The few of them, including the arrogant Emperor Barnhardt, are actually very serious. I already had some expectations in my heart.
It's no wonder that even they didn't expect that Leon of the Blue Dragon Knights, the strongest knight in the Recart Empire, was eliminated without being able to enter the top 32, and the head of the Black Dragon Magisters, the so-called Egbert, the strongest black magister in the empire, was even more miserable. He was knocked out by a little girl on the first day, and Vargas was eliminated later, so that now the empire is only left with Only Emperor Barnhardt, who was lucky enough to advance, and Imelda, who has never met any strong opponents, are just two individuals.
However, the remaining two are basically useless.
Because, it is still unknown how far the two can go and how many rounds they can toss in the competition.
Anyway, the five people present are tacit at the moment, and they all know that their empire probably has no chance of becoming a champion.
Although Emperor Barnhardt has extraordinary bravery, he is still just a fighter after all. If he is serious, he might not even be able to beat Leon, let alone some powerful opponents who can knock Leon out by KO up.
As for Imelda...
That's not to mention, because she was purely lucky!
These days, she didn't make much effort at all. The opponents she encountered were either too weak or too easy to be restrained. In addition, she had two byes in the middle, so she entered the top 32 in such a muddle-headed way. Egbert, the powerful enemy, looked at it very eagerly.
But good luck is useless. In Egbert's view, Imelda probably won't last long.
Either be kicked out in the knockout match tonight, or be in the next round of sixteen!
After all, Imelda's strength lies there. The opponent is just an ordinary great magician who is far inferior to Egbert. In the case of opponents who are almost all strong enemies , no matter how lucky it is, what good is it?
The following competitions will all be based on strength. Even Emperor Barnhardt is about to be eliminated. How long can she struggle?
"Everyone..."
At this time, maybe it was because of the low morale, maybe because the atmosphere here is not good, which is not good for the next game?
Then, Emperor Barnhardt suddenly stood up and spoke:
"To this day, talking too much is useless!"
"I just need to fight to the death!"
"It's good to win, but it's okay to lose, as long as you have a clear conscience!"
Barnhardt looked around and stood up as well, looking at his four favorite generals, and then deliberately said loudly in that relaxed tone.
Obviously, he himself felt that his chances of winning were getting slimmer and slimmer.
Nowadays, it is only through his hard work that he can enter the top 32, and the next battle will definitely not be easily passed by relying on extraordinary courage or experience. For this, he has already made corresponding preparations. Some people are prepared in their hearts and intend to face that bad result.
Besides, even if his empire stops expanding and accepts peaceful adaptation,
They are still a lord and can still retain most of the power and wealth. In this regard, the Azeroth Empire had already sent someone to contact them in advance, and the other party did not have that aggressive intention, and did not want their empire to fight to the death, and that, this is what Barnhardt is doing now For a relatively easy reason.
"Imelda, what, are you confident?"
First, it boosted morale, and then, regardless of whether it was useful or not, Barnhardt looked at Imelda, who was promoted with him.
"I?"
"I don't know. If you're lucky enough, I think it should be fine, right?"
Imelda, who slumped her shoulders and crossed her arms, made the pair of murder weapons in front of her more violent, and said indifferently.
Anyway, it doesn't matter to Imelda herself, she has never had the kind of ambition or expectation to win the final victory, so, without any burden in her heart, she just regards this competition as training herself and perfecting her magic It's just a way of the way, as for winning or losing, she has long since stopped caring about it.
"Hahaha!"
"That's the point, Imelda, your luck is really good!"
"Not like me..."
"I met a stalker in the last game, and I was beaten so hard that I couldn't find my way."
"cough……"
At this time, the bald brother Gui of Vargas also intervened.
He was eliminated when the top 64 advanced to the top 32, and his opponent was a stalker, the opponent was very cunning, he sneaked into the shadows at the beginning of the game, although he has been very Be careful, and tried to force the opponent out, but failed in the end.
Although he forcibly exploded his divine power when he was beaten to the brink of death by a set of combo assassinations by the opponent, but in the end, that cunning enemy retreated immediately without giving him any chance at all, so he just hid again. And until he ran out of blood and fell to the ground by himself.
"If you can meet that bastard, you must remember to avenge me!"
"I know."
"Mages like you must have a way to pull him out of the shadows, right?"
Immediately afterwards, Vargas told me that he hoped that Imelda could avenge him and help him repair the stalker who beat him so aggrieved, and it would be best to give him a serious meal. out.
"She's hopeless!"
"Vargas, you better save yourself."
However, before Imelda could speak, Egbert slowly shook his head and said so firmly.
"oh?"
"Why?"
Vargas was a little puzzled, he grabbed his brother Gui's bald head and asked in a low voice.
"Tonight's game..."
"Who is Imelda's opponent?"
"I remember, it seems to be a mage too?"
"Is the opponent very powerful?"
At this time, Leon seemed to have heard Egbert's overtones, so he asked the key content directly.
"That's right..."
"That's a witch named 'Hermione Granger'."
"I heard that she is from another world different from the world of Azeroth."
"besides……"
"She seems to be that little girl's student too, so I'm afraid she's not easy to deal with."
Egbert said with a sullen face.
You know, he himself was defeated by a student under that little girl, and now, Imelda, who is not very good at learning magic and must be worse than himself anyway, has met that little girl again Another student, and that little witch has been performing very well in the competition up to now, all kinds of magic layers are not exhausted, and he seems to be playing very well at the bottom, and the magic power is also very strong, so he is really not good. Too optimistic about Imelda's.
In his mind, Imelda should be eliminated tonight.
And if their Emperor, His Majesty, is also eliminated, then all members of the Recart Empire will be eliminated tonight, and they will not be able to qualify for the top sixteen. Just thinking about that scene, Egbert can't help but feel a little bit embarrassed endlessly.
However, that is actually good.
At that time, they should shift the focus of their concerns, completely put aside the issue of the competition, and prepare to negotiate with the representative of the Azeroth Empire, and talk about the vital interests of their empire's nobles and people. The problem.
"snort!"
"It's not just difficult to deal with, it's very difficult to deal with!"
Without waiting for Vargas and Leon to ask, Imelda, who was standing aside with her arms folded, smiled coquettishly and sighed like self-deprecating.
"but……"
"I can also see that the little witch's combat experience still has some shortcomings, and that is my only chance."
"She is very young and very talented. That is her strength, but also her weakness. She is too young!"
"Anyway, I will do my best!"
Imelda obviously has carefully studied the information of her opponent, so she has a little confidence in the upcoming promotion match.
Although, in fact, it's just a little bit, and it's not too much?
"In short!"
"It's better to be careful."
"Her magic power is stronger than yours, plus she is younger, and she must recover faster than you, as well as her physical strength, so try not to give her any chance to breathe, and hit her directly with all her strength!"
"If you can disrupt her rhythm, then you have a chance to enter the next round?"
First nodded, then shook his head, and then Egbert gave what he thought was a feasible suggestion in such an old-fashioned way.
Although, it seems a little unconvincing for a player who was eliminated in the first round to say that?
"Leon!"
"What do you think?"
Vargas looked to Leon and asked.
"I have no idea!"
"I'm a knight, not a mage."
Leon, who was somewhat dumbfounded, was noncommittal and didn't want to answer Vargas' question.
He only knows that he is a knight and a warrior at the same time. If he is facing a mage by himself, he must close the distance as quickly as possible. As long as he does not give the opponent space and time to cast spells, he will It can cut the opponent under the sword in the shortest time!
As for how a mage fights another mage, that kind of thing is beyond his ability to intervene. Therefore, in order not to mislead or trouble Imelda, Leon felt that he and Barga It's better for the two of them to choose to keep their mouths shut?
"Well?"
"The game is about to start?"
"good!"
"Imay, we should go."
"You guys, just wait here for the good news of our victory!"
Seeing that it was time for the game and two portals appeared in the preparation room, Emperor Barnhardt stopped talking, grabbed his big sword and held it on his shoulder, and then kissed After patting Imelda on the back as a sign of encouragement, he went to his portal first.
"His Majesty……"
"Maybe it's bad news?"
"All right!"
"That's all!"
Imelda drooped her shoulders, and after giving Leon, who was showing concern, and Vargas, who was smiling innocently, a charming smile, she waved at Egbert, and then walked to her portal. inside.
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Ten minutes later, the game started on time.
However, in other arenas, when the players were playing in full swing, their plasma was bursting, and their heads were about to fly out, here in Imelda, it was extremely peaceful.
Because, in the middle of the arena, only Imelda stood impatiently in her own position with her arms folded, and her opponent, the position that originally belonged to 'Hermione Granger' But it was empty.
Naturally, it wasn't because the opponent used some amazing invisibility spell, but that the opponent had never appeared since the beginning of the game!
"..."
Therefore, after waiting for a while, Imelda gradually became a little messy.
"Hello!"
"Referee, what's going on?"
After a long time, Imelda, who didn't know what happened, and didn't know why her opponent hadn't shown up yet, finally got a little impatient, and started yelling angrily, and directly summoned the referee.
"Where is my opponent?"
"Where is she?"
"Who is this general playing against?!"
Commanding the Ice Dragon Legion, Imelda, who has always been arrogant and fierce in her actions, felt that she had been slighted and insulted, so, holding back her anger, she became vicious He gritted his teeth and questioned the honest pandaren referee who appeared on the field.
"Please stay calm."
"Contestant Imelda..."
"Your opponent may be late, but..."
"According to the rules of the conference, if your opponent doesn't show up within half an hour, it will be regarded as a waiver?"
"At that time, you will be promoted directly."
"Farewell!"
After speaking, the pandaren referee bowed his hands to Imelda and finished explaining. Before she could ask any more questions, he slowly disappeared without a trace.
"Tsk!"
"Half an hour?"
Frowning, Imelda thought for a while, then looked towards a certain direction high in the arena.
There, there is a huge timing machine, which is called the clock tower, and at this time, the time on it shows that half an hour has passed, so she only needs to wait for the same time, and the victory will be won directly. belongs to her.
"All right!"
"I have a hunch..."
"Today, things may go smoothly unexpectedly?"
Knowing how long she would have to wait, Imelda laughed at herself as if mocking herself.
Then, being extremely bored, she began to stand still with her arms folded, and began to think wildly in boredom.
like...
She was thinking, why didn't her opponent show up? Was there something important about it, or was it because she was afraid of her powerful magician, Imelda?
But no matter what the reason is, Imelda only knows that she doesn't mind being "bye" again. Anyway, she has experienced similar things twice, and tonight, she obviously doesn't mind going again. It's not difficult to experience it once, she's already used to it.
"Why......"
"What a charming evening..."
Looking at the red moon filled in, Imelda smiled charmingly and brushed her curly golden hair.
At this time, there were fewer and fewer people in the auditorium. Obviously, those people did not have the patience to wait with her, but she didn't mind, and was ready to enjoy the beautiful moonlight tonight alone.
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