Summoner of Miracles

“Isn't this The Wizard? ”

“It's like poetry over there, isn't it? ”

“Why are these two here? ”

“Do you want to bet? ”

“Should... shouldn't...? ”

The players around them finally discovered the existence of Rojin and Poetry. After a moment of surprise, they rushed away for a while and stopped crowding them together.

Poetry ignored the situation, but looked at Luo Zhen, his eyes were somewhat complicated.

I'm sure Poetry didn't expect to see Luo Zhen immediately after he went online?

Roseanne didn't think of that either.

Hence, Rojin is almost out of his mouth.

“Why you again? ”

This is just a random flash of thought in Luo Jin's mind.

Who told you to start yesterday that Luo Zhen has been encountering poetry?

Now, suddenly, that's plausible.

However, this made the poems with complex eyes instantly ablaze.

“You think I want to meet you?” Poetry is extremely unpleasant. “I didn't expect to see the odds. If I'd known...”

One sentence, before finished, was interrupted by Luo Zhen.

“If I'd known, wouldn't you have come?” Even if you don't come, it won't change the fact that you lost to players who ranked lower than you yesterday, as evidenced by today's odds. ”

“You...” Chenerton Avenue of Fire: “Your odds are still higher than the dark wind. If you hadn't given up the fifth round yesterday, wouldn't that have happened? ”

That's true.

Although the game was caused by Allah's abstention, it doesn't explain anything, but after all, there are some defects in the performance. Not everyone in the player is so sensible. It should be said that most of them are just betting against the wind. Even the athletes themselves don't know much about it, so that the odds of Ro's real odds are higher than the dark wind, and others prefer the dark wind to his results.

But, um...

“I didn't care.” Ro shrugged his shoulders, "As long as I was able to achieve my goal, it had nothing to do with me how the BoB race turned out. ”

This phrase makes poetry one of the inevitable.

“Purpose?” said the poem almost subconsciously: “What purpose? ”

Rumor has it, Ro really grinned.

“Guess. ”

Dropping this sentence, Luo Zhen turned around and left without going back.

Hello!

Poetry just reacted, almost unconsciously following.

Each player hastily made way for Rosen and Poetry to pass where the two had passed.

Luo Zhen and Shi entered the presidential palace together, first registering for the main race, then walking to the elevator together.

“What exactly are you counting? ”

Poetry is still asking about this.

“I said, does this have anything to do with you? ”

Ro is helpless.

Poetry was really surprised by this obsessive questioning.

“You care so much about me? ”

Luo Zhenzhen carelessly twisted.

“Who cares about you!” Poetry is an immediate rebuttal: “I just don't want you to mess up the rest of the game, what if something goes wrong because of you? ”

The rules are the same for each BoB final, first selecting 30 entrants from the preliminaries, then transferring 30 entrants to the same map at the beginning of the final round for encounters and mixed battles.

The position of the player being transferred into the map is randomly determined, but each player will be at least 1,000 meters away and no enemy will suddenly appear in front of them.

As I said before, this is a game where guns attack each other. It has to be a wide map. If all 30 players are thrown into a narrow map, then everyone will shoot wildly at the beginning of the game, and more than half of the players will be killed soon. Such a big battle will not determine strength and ranking, let alone watchfulness, and the official will not take it.

With this in mind, the map of the main race is a circular site of 10 kilometres in diameter, approximately the size of the first floor of the plankton Ein Grant, with a wide variety of terrain, mountains, forests, deserts and even abandoned civilized cities, allowing 30 contestants to compete at 1,000 metres apart from each other.

Of course, the map is so vast that there are only 30 players, who will most likely not even be able to meet their opponents in action until it is time to compete, they will not be able to meet their opponents, they will not be able to fight, and even someone will use it in reverse, intending to hide until the last person left to show up, defeat the last person and pick up a big cheap one, so that after the start of the competition, all 30 contestants will automatically own a prop called Satellite Scan Receiver.

The role of the prop is to locate.

The system sets that every fifteen minutes after the start of the match, there will be a surveillance satellite passing over the venue, at which point all players' receivers will receive the location of all players on the map, and the player's character name will be displayed as soon as the flashing light points on the map are touched, allowing each player to be exposed directly once every fifteen minutes.

In response, players need to organize actions based on the position of all players displayed on the receiver, either surprise attacks, escape, shift positions, or direct aggressive attacks, putting the player's quality to a very high test.

So, it's impossible to hang out in the game until it's over.

Thirty players will need to compete with each other in this situation to eventually decide the winner.

And that person will directly become the most powerful player in GGO today, get the best prize, and possibly even be commissioned by companies in the real world, become the spokesperson for the company's products, fame and fortune, it is beautiful.

But it is precisely because of this nature of mixed warfare that the movement of a player often involves the ultimate overall battle.

The enemies of the contestants are twenty-nine other than themselves, and everyone must be vigilant and must not be ignored, otherwise they are likely to fall at any time and cannot rise again.

Especially if an opponent like Luo Zhen doesn't pay close attention, there is a good chance that something will really go wrong.

It is only with this in mind that poetry is constantly questioned.

Other than that...

The purpose of his mouth, is it something to do with that cloak man?

If that's the case, what's he gonna do?

What will happen to the existence of two men who have fought seriously in the game of death in this competition?

There's no way poetry cares about that.

Unfortunately, Ro really has no idea.

“If you really want to know, come to me first after the game. ”

Rojin walked into the elevator and pressed the button to the floor of the waiting area.

Poetry is also following.

However, poetry was silenced, as if to know that Ro would not really tell himself the answer.

Together, they went to the underground waiting area and entered it.

“ ———— ”

Just like yesterday, Ro really came and let all the players' voices disappear instantly and become silent.

People are watching Luo Zhen, and there is consternation and vigilance between the gods.

Luo Zhen ignored these people and kept moving forward.

Poetry is the same, keep up.

And then...

“Are you here? ”

A familiar voice came through.