Surprise! The Supposed Talent Show Was Actually–?!

The slightly hot temperature penetrates into the palm of the palm.

The soil presents an unnatural, gradual division. The surface is dark and sticky, the middle moisture is steamed dry, the lower soil is gray, and there are occasional cracks, like hard bond blocks that are burned by fire.

- Heat sources are buried beneath the soil.

The entire tournament starts warming at least two hours before the player lands.

The witch Jane frowned.

All the clues were finally spelled together.

Extremely harsh environments in the knockout are not hurricane storms, but closed arenas with artificially manufactured high heat “furnaces”.

The temperature is still rising.

All players will be eliminated and ranked within 24 hours.

In other words, the temperature in the field rises to a level that humans cannot afford within 24 hours.

In the hidden broad-leaved forest, Witch Jane hurried to open her backpack and take stock of her existing supplies.

An improved fire, rough, simple body, hollow tail. A total of 12 rounds were filled and the black paint was wrapped in lead shells.

Witch Jane tried to tuck the fire in her backpack and poked her butt straight out - he had to hold the fire in his hand.

Probably won't find a gun more useless than that all over the field.

The size of the rocket was obviously there, but the power was underneath the thermal weapon mat, and it was never possible to support him until the end.

Jane's eyes were frustrated for a moment, and when she opened the bag - it turned to despair.

Within fifteen minutes, only one strand of rope, magnesium strips and straws was found.

No water.

Water is the scarce resource in high heat environments.

It is still dark and the mountains in the sparsely vegetated hills are cool.

And when the moisture evaporates, the sun rises in the morning —— with the current warming trend, geothermal plus sunlight, standing in the air is like being watered down by hot water, and no athlete can survive in this extreme environment.

He wasn't sure if it was the area, or the whole map.

He has to get out of here, either to avoid the heat or to find water.

Witch Jane quickly packed her bags, placed her parachute with supplies, and walked deep into the woods ——

His movements suddenly stopped and quickly hid behind the stones.

There are footsteps coming from afar.

In the Clawson studio, Axel was also sprinkling a message from a second group of players who had a good landing score.

- At the strong request of the audience, be sure to give the witch player more than 20 seconds of footage.

Axel had to find the Witch Jane coordinates, access the broadcast, and then raised his eyebrows in surprise.

Prearranged cameras at the venue to sneak out of burned moss crevices.

On the screen, three players from the second batch have joined forces to search the covert corners of Witchcraft.

Axel came at once: “Audience, now the three players are very close to the hideout. Note that no water was found on either side. Based on our previous analysis of the map, the opening team is the wisest option in an extremely resource-poor environment. ”

“So let's take a look at the state of the wizard - a gun. ”

Axel laughed: "Looks like the wizard had to hand over his gun to be admitted. Now we're going to see a classic game. After handing over the guns, the three B-rated players will either accept the" Clawson Show for Face Value "or repent on the spot to eliminate the sorcerer. Okay, give me a shot. The witch is coming out--”

On the screen, the explosion of the bullet coming out of the fire burst!

Axel's description was cut off by the sound of the bullet ejecting the chamber, and the tortoised earth splashed next to the pinhole camera--

Not only were the three allied players frightened, but Xiangxiang had not even thought of remotely adjusting their seats.

Witch Jane dared to shoot.

There are three people across the street, and the teams vary greatly.

Even if Witch Jane had a gun - the fire could not be accurately targeted, Witch Jane's static shooting results were well known.

The first shot was not accidentally missed.

The sand and dust scattered, and the camera turned to Witch Jane - the second shot came faster than expected. After the bunker, Witch Jane stood in the deepest part of the night before the starlight, with her amber pupils filled with focused and cold light.

The next shot was rubbed against the calf of an athlete and the center of gravity was completely inadequate to cause injury. In that compartment, the opposite side has reacted quickly to retreat toward the surrounding bunker.

Witch Jane did not hesitate to give the third shot and suddenly slightly trembled in the right hand holding the fire.

Almost every audience thought he was nervous and unexpectedly, Axel didn't catch the details.

Axel's lips moved and swallowed the original words quickly.

As a professional commentary, he sees more than an audience. Witch Jane's right hand was not shaken from the beginning, and although her heart collapsed, she remained opposed to her back seat.

At that moment, it wasn't witch Jane who was nervous, but the gun blew up.

Mature guns have a bomb rate of less than one in a million, but Witch Jane has a fire in her hand.

Once the powder ratio increases, the barrel is extremely damaged when fired. If he had guessed correctly, by this moment, the front end of Witch Jane's fire had split open.

This gun, it's already an abandoned gun.

Opposite Witch Jane, the three players had not yet figured out the situation, so they decided to retreat.

Until then, most of the audience understood Witch Jane's strategy.

He's clearing the field.

While alliances are the first option at this time - Witch Jane still runs out of limited ammunition, ignoring it.

It's a rather risky move, and if one of the players turns around now, it's likely that he will immediately discover that the other party has a crush on him and will be able to eliminate Witchcraft on-the-spot--

At this time.

On the screen, one player turned slightly suspicious: "Listen, the gunshots weren't right ——”

The next second, the bullet burst straight into the ears of several people.

Fourth shot.

“Damn, how many bullets did he pick up and waste like this?!” The man shouted, "Get out of here! ”

In the hills, the three of them soon disappeared.

Clawson show.

The blood pigeon watching beside him suddenly said: "Interesting, even if it blows up, you dare to shoot. ”

The cloud-soaked show PD stunned: "You mean Witch? Wait, bomb... bomb the chamber, just now?” PD calms down, Tsk, Tsk, Tsk, Tsk, Tsk, Tsk, Tsk, Tsk, Tsk, Tsk, Tsk, Tsk, Tsk, Tsk, Tsk, Tsk, Tsk, Tsk, Tsk, Tsk, Tsk, Tsk, Tsk, Tsk, Tsk, Tsk, Tsk, Tsk. "”

Blood pigeon opens his mouth and analyzes what Witch Jane just did: “His position card is not good enough to escape. ”

“Why didn't the Witch form a team?” PD is boring.

“He's going to leave the team time frame at the end.” Blood pigeon explains: “If he wants to stay in A, he has to live to the end. ”

PD suddenly. It took a while for the blood dove to say, “No shooting, no walking, ambitious, judgmental. Interesting.”

In the hills.

Witch Jane's dizziness rose when she was struck by the impact of the bomb blast, and pieces of lead bullet flew out of the front of the fire and hit her in the face with dust and gravel.

He suddenly realized that his left hand had been rubbed over his cheek and the faint blood thread had been wiped off his fingertips.

Witch Jane, relax.

It's not serious! At least you don't have to look for medicine!

The fire has been completely scrapped, with eight rounds left. Witch Jane dropped six rounds and eventually didn't throw out the fire - after all, it was the only gun he had, and he could make shovels if he had to.

At this point, the surface temperature has begun to burn the soles of the shoes, with a slight flash on the right wrist terminal, indicating that all players have landed.

493 survived.

Witch Jane has no time to explore how the seven players left the game.

He knew very well that he had to go now. Once the location has been exposed, once the opposite side has been armed, it is highly likely that it will return to surround itself.

Scarce, broad-leaved forests, depleted trees from the roots are like shadows, creepy in the moonlight.

Suicidal silence, heat and lack of water make Witch Jane's tinnitus, forcing herself to concentrate and analyze all the information she currently has.

At the rate at which the area warms up, all players who stay here will soon be eliminated. The knockout will not set a dead end, and there must be a rule. That is to say, there are certain rules in extreme environments, or —— safe zones.

Unfortunately, he has yet to find a safe haven.

Four hours and 10 minutes later, Witch Jane finally finds another resource bag on the stump in the gloomy moonlight.

He opened the resource bag and was surprised to discover the first useful survival tool, a shovel sharp knife.

Witch Jane quickly finds a barely surviving tree, inserts a sharp knife, chops it open, drains it with a straw, and spreads parachute waterproof canvas to gather.

Trickle streams are like redemption in heat, and Witchcraft drinks up the trunk water in panic.

The five senses are restored by the moisture of the water source.

At this point, the surface temperature is no longer touchable by the skin and the rubber sole gives off a strange scorching paste.

The number of watches eliminated continues to increase.

Witch Jane collects the last bag of water and stores it with a waterproof cloth. Continue in one direction.

Up ahead is the nearest mountain to him.

Forget it, it's almost morning.

If he wants to find the pattern of this map, he needs at least a clear view.

If you can't get through the safe zone with your luck...

Witch Jane finally glanced at the parachute in her backpack and walked towards the mountain.

Clawson Show.

At this point, the temperature climbed to 72 degrees in some areas and the first runners were eliminated.

Axel finally turned the camera over to Witch Jane again.

“North Mountains.” Axel explains: “Very unexpected selection. A total of 370 players are now alive on the field and the front lines are concentrated in the river. Of course, there are good reasons why a witch athlete should not be involved in an exchange of fire, and everyone is familiar with his marksmanship. ”

“Unfortunately, the wizard's luck has not been good, and the direction he has chosen has always deviated from the safe zone. Luck, of course, is also part of strength. ”

Xiangxiang slightly picked the eyebrows.

Axel smiled at her: "It's only ten minutes until sunrise, and only an hour before the Witchcraft's maximum preparation time. In an hour, if he can't eliminate the player, the show team will eliminate him. ”

“I doubt his decision. There is indeed a safe zone near the North Mountains, but it goes down far more than an hour. He won't be eliminated until he can blindly target the head at the top of the mountain —— oh, if he does. ”

In response to Xiangxiangwen's voice, “The wizard started well and I have confidence in him. ”

Axel: "Really? I think he's just trying to watch a sunrise before it's eliminated. ”

Peak top.

Witch Jane drinks up the last water she collects because she is breathing heavily.

The whole mountain was like a fire, geothermally turned into an invisible flame, tormenting his nerves.

The distant side of the sky overturns the fish belly - as the sun rises, areas that are still warming will be transformed into human purgatory.

Witch Jane squinted her eyes and looked down the hill with a faint light.

Rivers, grasslands, hills, stretching out in view, coincide with the map coordinates he remembers.

Yet he sees no terrain.

It's plants.

Where I came all the way, the trees dried up and I could barely see the deciduous leaves. And on the other side of the mountain, there's a spot of needle yellow, and there's lush --

It's the safe zone.

Witch Jane couldn't help but lament her bad luck. If it landed in that direction, it wouldn't turn into a dying witch.

Beneath the mountains, areas as dense as chessboards maintain different ecologies.

Witch Jane estimated the coordinates and the entire map was divided into 81 sections.

9X9.

The vegetation status is erroneous, ranging from completely dry, to small and half-lived, to dense and normal, forming a sharp gradient contrast.

Witch Jane pulled a sharp knife from the waist and pushed it backwards from the vegetation condition, quickly recording the geothermal segment of the midfield of view on the inside of the backpack.

Studio.

Axel sighed: “He did see the safety zone. ”

At Xiangxiang's behest: "Perhaps give him half an hour more and the wizard will discover the pattern. ”

AXEL: “But his choice was wrong from the start —— breaking the map's laws didn't score any points before he could survive to determine the ranking. If he goes down now, it'll take at least an hour and a half, he'll be forced out on the way...”

Axel suddenly had a meal.

In the screen, Witch Jane finished recording the section, quickly packed up and dropped a heavy fire.

“Is he going down the mountain?” Xiangxiang hesitated: “I don't think I have enough strength...”

At the center of the screen, Witch Jane has quickly cleared the parachute.

The blood pigeon standing outside the studio suddenly stood up and looked at the screen in surprise.

Witch Jane reconfirmed the direction of the security zone in the field of vision, quickly running forward and emptying off the top of the cliff--

Xiangxiang grew up with her mouth.

“He…” Axel retrieved the tone a while ago: “Not running, but... jumping directly. ”

Brush a sound.

The umbrella opens as you fall.

Morning winds, as burning as mountains, push the witches to the distant security zone, meeting the sunrise in the sky.