Chapter 585: Icelandic Horror (117)

"Each rider has different riding skills and levels, and the horse's personality and age are different. Therefore, whether the cooperation between partners is natural is the highest standard of the competition. The change of fast and slow steps is the most basic of dressage, and it is also the most important indicator of skill and tacit understanding. s project."

The host said impassionedly: "The rider uses his hands, legs, and overall instructions to tell the horse what action to make next. Oh, this silent cooperation is so elegant that it is heartbreaking. Of course, of course, we all know, fast and slow There are also many complex changes in steps, but we are different from the outside world. We pay more attention to the tacit understanding between the rider and the horse than the skills. "

"Skills are something that ordinary horses need to learn hard. Our Icelandic horses are the best horses in the world. Elegance and dancing are imprinted in the blood of all horses. Every horse is incomparable from the moment it is born!"

The host's tone suddenly rose, he opened his hands, raised his head, and closed his eyes slightly in intoxication, as if waiting for the audience's applause. However, only some of the contestants at the scene gave him a sparse applause, and most people were absent-minded.

"Twenty-nine, thirty...Oh my god, I was right, there are only thirty groups left."

Someone's voice trembled. It was a mess and no one noticed it. When the host read out the rules just now, he asked the ten pairs of partners to stand in a row, and the others stood in order according to the numbers on the back of the riders' uniforms. At this time, someone keenly discovered that the total number of all the partners present was only Enough to stand in three rows!

And with a little calculation, we can figure out that when the Dream Chasers and Lizard Dukes have both become hunters, and excluding the number of people who died in these days, the ten brigades and tour guides at the scene have a total of 79 people. At the beginning of the game, the devil The horned masked hunter shot and killed one, leaving seventy-eight people to form thirty-nine pairs.

And just now the hunter in the dragon scale mask shot and killed another West Ender. After his death, his partner will naturally not be able to participate in the next competition. There should be thirty-eight pairs left.

But now there are only thirty pairs left! In other words, a full sixteen people lost their qualifications in the first round! They were either lost in the tree wall maze, or they were unlucky enough not to find any costume and accumulated three disqualifications, or... they were secretly killed by a polar bear.

When a hunter kills someone, the sound of gunshots is deafening and can be heard no matter how far away they are. However, polar bears only use their claws to kill people, but their sneak attacks are silent, just like ghost assassins that people cannot guard against. The worst thing is that under this mask, the passengers don't know the specific casualties in their team. Even Miao Fangfei doesn't know if Dan Lin and the others are still alive. After all, the spiritual mind Gu is limited.

Only the tour guide knows how many passengers in his team died.

"Father, pray for my sailors."

Yuntianhe, who was dressed in costume, stood in position nine and heard the ghost captain next to him whisper. His tone sounded no different from before, but Yun Tianhe could taste a certain solemnity.

Someone in the team died? The Ghost Captain team is full of EastEnders and Icelandic horses, which means there is a good chance that a polar bear is taking advantage of the chaos while looking for costumes? Yun Tianhe can roughly guess who it is. The first session is like an appetizer. Those who are too cautious and timid and stick together will not die. Those who have self-knowledge and follow the large army will not die. Those who are strong and capable of self-protection will not die. They will only be stupid, careless, greedy fools who are not particularly talented.

"I will pray for them."

Yuntianhe said warmly, but he didn't care about this. This is a screening, and some people haven't fully seen the situation yet and should have been eliminated long ago.

"I couldn't talk during the game."

Yun Tianhe was analyzing the clues and rules contained in the host's words, which was actually very clear. In dressage, the rider does not command the horse through verbal commands, but through various body language. To put it simply, he cannot speak, but he must have tacit cooperation.

The better the rider, the better he can control the horse to complete various dance steps with the smallest changes in movements. Whether the rider is experienced and whether the horse is obedient are the key points of this assessment.

"It's not difficult."

A2 said, he was holding Yun Tianhe's shoulders, his fingertips moved slightly, and a little flickering light of soul poured into Yun Tianhe's earrings. Using souls as a bridge, they can communicate spiritually. And his method of manipulating souls is extremely sophisticated. Even if the host is standing not far from the first row, he cannot detect their little movements and is still chattering:

“…The best state in dance steps is natural and gentle. Only when the horse cooperates with people from the heart can the movements made be beautiful and entertaining enough. Whether the horse and the horse can be integrated into one in the performance is the key to the fusion of equestrianism. The essential."

That’s a lot to say.

Yin Guangyuan murmured in his heart. He had been trying to remember what the host said, but the more he talked, the more he talked. He remembered that Yin Guangyuan's head was spinning, and he felt that the scoring standards mentioned by the host were very subjective. What does it mean to be natural and soft? What does it mean for a horse to cooperate with people from the heart? How can the judges know what the horse is thinking? Do not make jokes--

"Then now, before you walk fast and slow, you Icelandic horses, please dig out your own hearts."

Then Yin Guangyuan heard the host smile and say, and as he finished speaking, the attendants who had been dining before came out of the darkness and worked together to move a long white table. A waitress laid a snow-white tablecloth on the dining table, and a male waiter took out stacks of wooden dinner plates from a basket. They were arranged in three rows, like people standing in line, ten in a row.

"Okay, put your hearts on the plates - ah, of course, we are not going to use your hearts for midnight snacks."

The host smiled and told a joke that was not funny: "This is an ash plate, it will tell the referee the tacit understanding between your partners."

"Start with you."

When the host handed a wooden knife to rider No. 1, people who fell into a brief silence, disbelief, and doubted their ears were convinced that the host was not joking.

He really wanted the Icelandic horse to dig out the heart! And the host handed the knife to the rider - after all, how could a horse have hands? Of course, it was the rider who did this. However, many partners were randomly combined. They had never met before, so how could they give such trust! And at this time, many "Icelandic horses" had already found out in horror that they could not speak.

Just like a real horse.

"Tsk."

A mocking cold sneer, at the same time when most people were in anxiety, contradiction and confusion, when rider No. 1 was hesitant and his hands were still weak, Icelandic horse No. 1 did not hesitate to take the initiative to bump her shoulder, letting the tip of the knife touch her chest. Rider No. 1 immediately stopped, and Miranda swore that her knife didn't even cut Roger's dress.

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But a red heart jumped out and fell on the tip of the knife. It was still beating, crystal clear, like a red gem, covered with black lines like blood vessels, looking magnificent and evil, emitting a glowing red light in the dark, like a ball of fire.

And at the moment the heart was dug out, Icelandic horse No. 1 really turned into a snow-white horse.

"It's a beautiful heart, strong and powerful. I saw it burning like a flame. It's a really energetic pony."

The host commented, transferring the heart to the first plate, then took the heart and transferred it to the first plate: "Okay, the partner who handed in the heart can go to the beach for a fast and slow walk competition, next one."

He handed the knife to partner No. 2. No. 2 hesitated and grasped the handle of the knife, but screamed in pain and retracted his hand suddenly. He saw a series of blisters on his hand. This didn't look like a wooden knife, but like a branding iron.

"This is probably not a unique attribute of the table knife, but a characteristic of the heart of the previous Icelandic horse."

The voice of Bai Xiaosheng's commentary sounded in the live broadcast room, and with his words, the second rider finally made up his mind to dig a heart out of the chest of his partner's Icelandic horse. Sure enough, unlike the previous red heart, the heart of the second Icelandic horse was half red and half black and purple, and the veins on both sides were like the patterns on butterfly wings.

The third rider with a knife had a green face - he was poisoned.

"Rather than a heart, it's more like the crystallization of the power of the Icelandic horse."

Bai Xiaosheng saw the essence of digging out the heart: "This is to deprive the power, deprive the will, and transform the personality... Before the heart is put back in the chest, they can only be a real Icelandic horse."

"From a human to a horse."

When saying this, Bai Xiaosheng's tone was rarely solemn. Not only him, but almost all the top tourists and tour guides who watched the live broadcast looked unhappy.

"Beast personality, the hotel has done this on the third day?"

"The first night was physical injury, the second night was mental breakdown, and the third night was heavily progressive, so it should be this."

Someone smiled bitterly: "To put it in a good way, if the hotel does this, there will probably be no more night duels in the next four days."

The guides for low- and middle-level tourists did not realize the seriousness of the problem, and were still discussing whether No. 1 was Guide C or No. 2 was Guide C. The fiery heart corresponds to the god of fire, and the butterfly-like heart corresponds to the fragments of Maria Butterfly. Guide C is the one who opened up the journey to the 30th degree north latitude! At first, most people thought that No. 1 was Director C, because he turned into a pure white horse, but then No. 2 Icelandic horse turned into a horse and it was also pure white.

Apparently, the dresses made them only turn into white horses, and they all looked exactly the same.

"Is the beast personality dangerous?"

In the screening room of the Mutual Aid Alliance, when many people were discussing who would be their vice-chairman, the Bee Taoist asked cautiously in a low voice, and the Half-Life Taoist looked very ugly.

"It's not just a matter of danger."

The Half-Life Taoist stared at the live broadcast screen and saw that the No. 5 rider neatly picked out a pure black heart from his partner's chest. This heart was not good-looking, a little shriveled, like an old vegetable peel that had been dehydrated. But the Half-Life Taoist was slightly relieved, this was Yu Xiangyang's heart. And looking at his partner's swordsmanship, there was a bit of An Xuefeng's shadow.

The No. 5 rider was either Bingyi or 'Wei Xun'.

This finally made Ban Ming Dao Ren feel relieved. They were always sensible, which made him feel like answering: "Beast personality, tsk, how to say it, it is easy to make people split personality."

This is different from mental breakdown and SAN value dropping rapidly. In a small sense, this can even be regarded as a title, such as the Silver Moon Killer with a dual identity. In a big sense, this is the inevitable way to split the person in charge.

"Look, the first step is to deprive the power and minimize the influence of the power as much as possible. The second step should be to deprive the mind..."

The Taoist Half Life pursed his lips, and saw that the heart-cutting team had just reached the 14th team, and the first team to compete in the fast and slow pace had already returned! In fact, this competition is not too dangerous. It requires the rider to control the Icelandic horse and walk on the waves with regular fast and slow pace changes. Once the rhythm is not grasped or the pace is wrong, it will sink into the sea (Taoist Bee:? Is this really not dangerous?)

Every time they make a mistake, they will be swallowed up by the waves, from the horse's hooves to the horse's legs to the horse's body and neck. Such a pair will of course be disqualified and eliminated, but the first pair of partners did not even get their hooves wet, and completed this set of steps almost perfectly, almost getting full marks.

After praising the Icelandic horse for being obedient from the heart, the host really raised the requirements and asked them to think in sync.

He handed over a strange, round knife, like a medieval craniotomy knife, and naturally asked the rider to help the Icelandic horse hand over the brain.

"Look, this is deprivation of thinking."

The Half-Life Taoist pointed at the live screen and said seriously: "If you continue to exploit it step by step, sooner or later... huh??"

He suddenly stopped talking and opened his eyes in shock. He saw in the live screen that rider No. 1 touched the forehead of the Icelandic horse with a prop, but did not dig out the brain!

How come this Icelandic horse No. 1 has no brain? ?

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