Finally, a tournament was about to begin to determine the heir of the Divine Sword.
The countries of the north were invited as guests, and all the secret detectives went into the king's capital, which was in return.
Though I thought it was thick and shameless, there was no irony whatsoever from Arcana.
In a way, backgammon was probably also part of the 'game'.
If it had done so much damage to the Wang capital, it must have done so much retaliation by considering it a deviation from the 'game'.
If that didn't happen, the game would have ended without delay.
complete victory of the Arcana Kingdom, in the form of
The nations that had only ever known spells and spells, thought again.
How much it means to a nation to have multiple rare magical bloodlines.
It should be noted that the Kingdom of Arcana was also surprised.
No way in the fact that a group of people with so much power within their own country has been finely perpetuated.
The final example of this is Swivok and Mountain Water, but perhaps it was rather the Arcana Kingdom side that shook up.
Inside the tempera are external collaborators and allies close to reciprocity.
You can't merge a group that has brought you into a predicament, and they have a large number of predictors in the first place.
Or, if we think about the future, we can't just not work out measures.
The Arcana Royal Family had invested heavily in the school and had instructed them to increase their masters of rare magic.
Note that the school director said he was ecstatic.
All in all, the northern countries had already given up Eckezacs.
After all, if the state is cheap as long as it pays the advance, there is no reason to be so desperate.
I can't wait to get up and do anything extra and be destroyed like the south side.
Even if united unanimously, the degree of urgency varies between North and South.
Anyway, if it was working, it was natural to split if we sat on one end of the reef.
The south wants to bring back a doomed nation, but the north must protect the country that is now there.
That's equally honorable. So the North had given up completely. I'm honored that way, but I'm honored that way, so I'd like you to give up.
Well, finally, it's the tournament production.
First we have to select a hundred people to fight the run, but the players participating will be wondering in what order those hundred will fight.
Those who are confident in their arms will want an early battle in which the runs are not wearing out.
Anything you want to win will be aimed around the middle after fighting arm pride.
If you're lucky, you can be the Lord of the Divine Sword yourself. The second half should be preferable to what you think.
The order of the hundreds, shown to them so.
That was extremely clear and fair and rigorous.
Ask the athletes in the first stages what order they want to fight, and ask them to beat each other who wants to fight in the same order.
The first thing you want to fight for kicks down the first thing you want to fight for as well.
Whatever wants to fight the tenth, fight the tenth as well.
The last thing you want to fight still competes with the last thing you want to fight.
Inevitably, there will be variations in the number of participants, so even those who break through the qualifying round without fighting anyone were out.
Conversely, many fight a huge number of people. Sometimes they spoke of injustice, but all they did was say, 'Then you don't have to join' if you try from Arcana.
He says that it is not compulsory participation, that the provisions are communicated beforehand, and that there are biases but he does not intend to make them appropriate.
That will reduce or increase the number of participants, but I do not intend to correct them in any way.
The title in the first place is looking for the strongest swordsman. All participants get a total win and can narrow it down to just one.
I don't have the muscle to be complained about because I dare make it a losing stipulation without doing so.
That's what the organizers claim, so the face of the war zone had to be broken up and fought.
……
The use of magic and other techniques is forbidden in the qualifiers.
It is only the title of selecting swordsmen, so even if the magic is mastered like a close guard, Swivok will exit in shrinkage the moment he tries to use it.
If you allowed magic in a riot war, it was also a necessary provision to avoid getting too many casualties, as that could all be round-burned.
Conversely, it is still detrimental to those who are good at magic and not good at swords.
Also, as in the tempera, physical surgery, which is assumed to be used in conjunction with rare magic, was also unfavourable.
But the rules dictate it, so I don't want you to follow them.
I was convinced that I had no choice because I still had better minutes than to try to take the divine sword in a way contrary to the Arcana kingdom, and more importantly, if the ban on the use of magic were lifted, I would just be left to my luck.
……
Baas sat in the VIP seat that the mountain water had prepared for him and watched it.
A match that determines the tenth challenger, the fiercest war zone.
It was a battlefield where many swordsmen would fight for their lives.
He is desperate to fight without one exception, but he still stands out for his facades in mass combat.
About twenty swordsmen formed a circle, protecting the swordsmen in the center.
Naturally, in a way, if the elite work together and form a formation, it becomes a robust protection unless the opponent has a flying tool.
With this provision, it would be the best tactic.
Even if the main fate at the center doesn't like the sword, we can send it out to the main battle without any problems because we just need the elite around us to resign eventually.
Whether we could win there or not, it was the best solution to avoid draining our fate.
But there is no will or honor for the swordsmen. It's just in the interests of the state.
I could have been there myself. When you think about the state, you should have been there.
……
There were swordsmen who challenged such an elite and fell.
A swordsman who may be stronger than himself is defeated before group tactics.
I wouldn't have a choice, especially if something strange was going on.
It's cowardly when it comes to cowardice. Even though this is a battle to determine the strongest swordsman, it is now better to form an inmate party to win.
Nevertheless, if there are mountain waters on this occasion, they are all knocked down together, so it can also be said that the losing side is weak just because they have been formed by a detachment party.
But that's cruel reason. You don't even get a chance to challenge a run in something that only has ordinary strength.
If it's a game involving the interests of the state, maybe that's no choice.
But still, it was hard for my comrades to fall.
And there were some things I thought about putting them down.
It is not about the struggle of the athletes, but about the circumstances surrounding them with nobles and luxuries.
"Why am I here..."
Of course, he tried the mountain water and lost.
As a result, I was unable to participate in a match with Eckezacks on it.
Nothing's wrong, and that's not an issue in itself.
But why are you sitting in the VIP table?
I originally wanted to be a nobleman, I'm not still able to be a nobleman.
But as it turns out, I'm in a place called the VIP Room.
Aside from the desperate, hard-working, similarly situated faces.
Anyway, if you beat the mountain water, you're being generous even though you lost.
That's so embarrassing, I thought it was shallow.
It made him decide the way forward.
Naturally, in a way, the world is wide. Even if we had merely gathered numbers from the vicinity of the Kingdom of Arcana, we could have searched for a few masterpieces.
Nor did the north expect as much of them as the south.
A masterpiece the state could have prepared is a Kingsguard at best. In melee, it's not something you can beat a mad warrior one-on-one.
However, it is limited to athletes who have had connections with the government.
That's what trumpets are like, the figureless power was participating as individuals.
Only a few, but they were struggling to win Eckezacs from the Arkana kingdom.
"... isn't that sloppy?
Run and his four daughters, his companions, were surprised to see the man who won the first game of challenging rights.
There you are, big man with muscular bones. That being said, everything is stale, but its magnitude even pushes Baas aside.
The servant Baas may also look like a child if he is sidelined with him. He was so proud of his stature.
Of course, if that's all you got, you don't get sloppy or irregular or anything like that.
But if you look at that his hair, you'd think Arcana humans were against the rules.
Like Run, her hair burns silver.
That was precisely a testament to the mad warrior who lived more than a hundred times as much bad blood as normal.
This means that we are constantly self-reinforcing, self-activating.
Unlike the main battle, where everything is allowed but one-on-one, in the qualifying round, he was an athlete whose very existence could be called an anomaly, who would be forced to leave at the same time as the game began.
That he was able to get the first game challenging because the qualifying game didn't start.
I mean, it's the eighty-first game, it's the sixty-second game, just like that half-order game, except because he was the only one who wanted the first game.
Of course, it didn't happen to happen that way.
Simply because he was using his stature and prestige to intimidate the faces he wished for the first game as much as he did.
He was patient for once. Instead of the mad warrior, who continues to be excited, he patiently did not wield violence for once.
But you wouldn't want to get involved before the game if a big man, who normally thinks and seems to make sense to see, was burning up his silver hair.
Except, of course, for the facades that were under the secret life of the state, because they rather had the expectation that 'the same mad warrior could weaken the run' or that 'even the same mad warrior could easily take the divine sword away from his opponent without the back shield of the state'.
"He usually bandits in the North."
"Exactly the Admiral of the Mountain... but if you're all that fit, then you're the Admiral."
"Stormwind fists are bright blue too... looks like they could compete head-on with monsters from the old world"
"Blessed stature...... more than anything, man. Maybe he's more talented than Run."
The four daughters speak verbally of threats.
Even Run, the girl, overwhelmed the adults in the tempera.
Near here, where there is only a wizard, there would have been no enemies or anything like him.
"... right, he could be more talented than me"
Lan was honestly admitting it.
I was the first to fight myself, to admit I was more genius than I was.
No matter how you raise it, you won't be spared the struggle.
"But he's just a mad warrior, I'm a silver ghost fist. The difference is bigger than talent."
But if that's not the case this time.
There is no way that a run now can be beaten by a batrab trump card, if it is, like a mad warrior.
"And above all, I am supported by many. There's no way you can get behind the bandit scene."
That's what I say, I try to tour the other challengers.
"There was a report from the Witch Way of the Secret Frontier. The 100th World War challenger seems to have decided on Nihongjin."
She was beginning to walk the Mad Warrior on her back in order to work out countermeasures to wary opponents.