Chronicles of Ryan the Wizard

After about a while, His Majesty arrived at the Royal Arena under the protection of hundreds of guards.The atmosphere on the scene is even more enthusiastic. After all, it is not easy for many people to see the emperor of the empire with their own eyes.

Ryan also took another look. Because of the distance, the surroundings of the Emperor were heavily guarded. It was not very clear, except that he could vaguely see that the Emperor was a young man about thirty years old.

After His Majesty arrived, the lottery ceremony officially began. Everyone suddenly became quiet. After all, a good lottery can make their team go farther. Everyone is staring at Yi standing in the middle of the field with a closed breath. Archbishop Bere.

Under the eyes of everyone, the airtight container filled with the name notes of the participating teams was opened with a small mouth into which one arm can be inserted. Archbishop Ibero slowly reached into the airtight, and soon he took out the first A note.

Next to Archbishop Ibero, a bishop wearing a red cape cautiously read the result note. Under the gaze of the two watchers, he read out loudly: "The first team is,'Gulf Gentlemen'!" A magician chanted a spell, and the words "Gulf Gentlemen" appeared on the huge stone slab behind Archbishop Ibero.

Ryan took a closer look at the huge stone slab, which seemed to be very similar to the one from the Royal Academy of Magic when he listened to Victor's lecture.Faras seemed to have guessed what Ryan was thinking, and she whispered in Ryan's ear: "This slate and the Royal Magic Academy are indeed of the same type."

Ryan raised his head to look at Farasi, the two eyes met in the air, and everyone remembered the inadvertent contact in Victor's class, and their faces were filled with tenderness.

"The second team, the Eastern Suburb Wilderness Militia Team

"The third team, the Tishlurak mercenary team"

...

The members of the Laise team are also very nervous. They have already drawn almost 30 teams. They have not been drawn yet. Alina leaned on Farasi tightly, grabbed Farasi’s arm with her small hand, and asked in a low voice. : "Sister Fanny, why haven't we reached us yet?"

Faras comforted Alina and said: "I'm not afraid of this. The key is not to run into a strong team. It doesn't matter whether the order of the lottery is first or last."

As he was talking, only the bishop wearing the red cloak shouted loudly: "Thirty-third team, Team Leis."

Faras said nervously: "Thirty-third, that means that the next seven may be our opponents."

Reid said in an interface: "Listen carefully and see if there is a strong team."

"The thirty-fourth team, the giant mercenary team."

...

"The thirty-ninth team, the Elgier mercenary group."

Faras was very nervous. She held Ryan's hand and said, "Don't be the Royal Knights, don't be the Royal Knights."

"Fortieth team, Simeone team."

When Farras heard the name, she was stunned for a while, and Reid said, "Simeone, this name is so familiar, could it be..."

Farasi nodded and said, "It should be them."

Ryan asked: "Do you guys know the Simeone team?"

Faras said: "Simeone is a junior magician who studied at the Royal Academy of Magic. Both of them and I were promoted together. They asked me to participate, but I didn't agree. I can't figure out that I still have to run into them."

Alina asked, "Sister Fani, how did you know we would run into them?"

Faras explained: "The first team drawn is Team No. 1, and the second team is Team No. 2. After all the draws are over, we can figure out the approximate number of our opponents. In the first round, Team No. 1 and Team No. 2 are against each other, and Team No. 3 and No. 4 are against each other... In the second round, the winners of the first and second matches and the winners of the third and fourth matches... But in previous years, no team surpassed There are 64 teams, that is to say, the comparison will continue until the last 8 teams are left. Basically, one team for every eight numbers next to each other will go to the final top eight finals."

Reid saw Faras talk a lot, and was a little out of breath, so he said for Faras: "We are the 32nd. As long as there are no more than 64 teams this time, we are sure Will go with the strong from the 33rd to 40th teams to grab the qualification to enter the top eight. So Faras doesn’t want us to encounter the golden knight pattern team, because they have won it 20 times in a row. Champion."

Under the explanation of Faras and Reid, everyone immediately understood. At this moment, only the bishop in the red cloak shouted: "The fifty-seventh team, the Royal Knights team."

This sentence immediately caused a sensation, especially when there were teams that did not say their names. Someone could not sit still, shouting loudly: "Unfair, unfair, why would we run into the Royal Knights team? "

This voice resonated with the teams that had not yet been drawn.

"Yes, yes. There must be a problem in this."

"We ask for a new draw."

"Let the Royal Knights die. They have won more than 20 championships, and they will come every time. Do you give others a chance?"

Archbishop Ibero stopped the lottery ceremony and said softly: "Under the full view, there are also high-level magicians from the Royal Mage Corps. Who can cheat? Who dares to cheat?"

Archbishop Ibero's voice was not loud, but it spread to everyone's ears in the Royal Arena, and the noisy voice suddenly became small.

Archbishop Ibero continued: "Don't give up before you start anything. Have you started the game? You must think that you won't win? Indeed, the previous Royal Knights team was relatively strong and once won a full two. Ten times championships, but the Royal Knights did not use any unfair means. Their honor was won by themselves. Every time a member of the Royal Knights team participated in the Royal Tournament, it was the first time to participate, and they could only participate. This time, isn’t that enough to show their attitude? If you don’t have confidence in yourself, you can give up now."

The words of Archbishop Ibero put the entire Royal Arena into silence.

After a short pause, seeing that no one raised any objections, Archbishop Ibero continued the lottery ceremony. Soon, all sixty-two teams were drawn out.

Seeing the densely written text on the stone slab behind Archbishop Ibero, Ryan sighed and said to everyone: "It seems that each team’s opponent has decided, and we will also target the giant servant. The corps team did some practice."