My Archangel

"No, it was basically there before, not just in the pre-selection stage, even on the day of the official expedition, but... Since the last expedition just finished the speech and the team went out of the country, they were obstructed by the opponents. After breaking up...this link seemed to be cancelled unconsciously."

When he said this, the expression on Morik's face looked obvious and rather deep.

Obviously, he, who was once the party concerned, probably recalled the situation at that time.

"That's it."

Qiao Wen didn't ask any more.

He already understands.

Indeed...According to his impression of the history of Li Siren's expedition, he heard that the gap before and after the expedition was too large, which caused the high public opinion to encounter Waterloo after the death of the official members.

At that time, not to mention the expansion of the territory through expeditions, but even the power of the sacred artifacts was significantly reduced due to excessive backlash. In the end, the fire that was originally buried in the Lisiren territory was destroyed by the "messengers" of other kingdoms. Quite a few, the area where the sacred artifacts can be used has decreased, and the entire Lisiren border has shrunk seriously...

'However, it's a little strange, this is the last expedition anyway, and there is no way out. Isn't it normal to give a speech?'

Such doubts briefly appeared in my mind.

But soon, this doubt was solved after Qiao Wen recalled the scene when he saw the crowd outside the square...

'Speaking of it, the atmosphere of those people at that time, and when I think about it now... it seems that something is really wrong, maybe they guessed that there was no way out for Li Siren?'

Qiao Wen thoughtfully: "That's right, even if there is no official announcement on Li Siren's side, the black fog area is already quite close to Li Siren's border. People who are interested can probably guess something... …That’s why the saint son adopts the tradition of continuation of the previous session, in order to remain unchanged and respond to changes.'

Thinking of this, Qiao Wen rubbed his temples silently.

The skull hurts.

The people of this country...In a sense, it's terrifying.

If the facts are really similar to what Qiaowen thought, and these people came to observe the pre-election this time on the premise that they already knew this, then the people of this country...the ability to withstand pressure does seem a bit scary.

"Oh... these pressure-filled sights always feel almost as I guessed.'

When Qiao Wen was thinking about these things, he had already walked from the backstage to the edge of the square in front of him under the leadership of Molick.

In front of us is the venue built for the pre-selection.

Behind and to the side, there is a dense crowd.

After a long absence in the sight of so many people, Qiao Wen felt a somewhat familiar pressure.

But... if you look carefully, this pressure is not too exaggerated, it feels like that.

"Let me see, Group C...found it."

Looking up at the large bulletin board above the square driven by magic, Qiao Wen saw his group.

'In other words, the children you met in the first round... which group?'

With clear thoughts in his mind, Qiao Wen subconsciously raised his head and looked opposite.

A whole area apart, his sight quickly caught the three people on the opposite side.

According to the arrangement on the list, this group seems to be a "three-gold" combination, and its overall strength is quite excellent in the entire pre-selection group.

But, for some reason, Qiao Wen always felt that after looking over from his side, the faces of the three men on the opposite side were not very good-looking.

The facial features were a little bewildered and huddled together. The skin was closer to the color of wheat, but the face was pale.

Although it is not very good to describe himself in this way, Qiao Wen always feels that the reaction of the three people on the opposite side after seeing him...just like seeing a ghost.

Qiao Wen was a little puzzled, he tried to recall whether he had seen these people elsewhere before.

But the answer is no.

Unknown guy.

"Team leader... Well, Tinder is over there. After the pre-selection officially starts, you only need to protect that thing. Please leave the rest to me."

At this moment, Molick, who was beside Qiao Wen, approached him very intimately, pointed his finger at the "big rock" at the edge of the field that seemed to be embedded on the ground, and reminded him.

"I know."

Hearing this, Qiao Wen first nodded his head, and then glanced at Morik: "Uncle, you speak to me in a normal tone. Honorifics don’t seem to match you very well. On the contrary, it sounds like nothing Comfortable..."

When he said this, Qiao Wen cuddled his arms subconsciously.

Some goose bumps came out.

Compared to listening to a strong bald man discussing with himself in a cautious tone, he still finds Ah Jiu's voice when talking to him more comfortable.

"...Oh, I know, since you...you said that."

Although Molick didn't quite understand the reason, he nodded his head sensibly.

"The teams participating in this round of pre-selection are requested to proceed as usual, and the pre-selection will officially start after tens of seconds."

"By then, whether it is a group with members on the sidelines, or the group that was first destroyed by Tinder... the game will come to an end."

At this time, Elsia's voice was again uploaded to Qiao Wen's ear from a high platform not far away.

"..."

Qiao Wen looked over, and after a brief touch with Elsia who was looking in his direction, they separated.

Immediately afterwards, he and Molick stepped into the field one after another.

"..."

"..."

"..."

When Qiao Wen walked up to the "tinder" that needed him to protect this qualifier, the members of the other stadiums had already entered the field.

The atmosphere in the entire Temple Square was further suppressed again.

There was not much cheering, nor too much yelling full of excitement, silence shrouded the square.

"let's start."

As an old youtiao who has participated in several expeditions, Morik seems to have guessed the situation a long time ago, and saw that he moved his wrist and neck very skillfully, and then went straight to the other three people in the distance. group.

'...The three people, don't they?'

Qiao Wen in the back looked at the notebook while looking at the people on the opposite side from the corner of his eye.