After about a while, His Majesty the King arrived at the Royal Arena under the protection of hundreds of guards. The atmosphere at the scene was even more lively. After all, it was not easy for many people to see the emperor of the empire with their own eyes.
Ryan also took another look. Due to the long distance and the heavy protection around His Majesty the Emperor, he could not see clearly. He could only vaguely see that His Majesty the Emperor was a young man about thirty years old.
After His Majesty the Emperor arrived, the lottery ceremony officially began. Everyone immediately became quiet. After all, drawing a good lottery can make your team go further. Everyone was looking at Yi standing in the center of the venue with breathless eyes. Archbishop Bell.
In full view of everyone, the airtight container filled with the names of the participating teams was opened into a small opening that allowed one arm to be inserted. Archbishop Ibel slowly reached into the airtight container, and soon, he took out the first A note.
A bishop wearing a red cloak next to Archbishop Iber read the note carefully under the gaze of two monitors: "The first team is, the 'Gulf Gentlemen Team'!" A magician chanted a spell, and the words "Gulf Gentlemen" appeared on the huge stone slab behind Archbishop Iber.
Ryan looked carefully at the huge stone slab, which seemed to be very similar to the one at the Royal Academy of Magic when he listened to Victor's lecture. Faras seemed to have guessed Ryan's thoughts. She whispered in Ryan's ear: "This slate is indeed the same type as the one at the Royal Academy of Magic."
Ryan looked up at Faras, and their eyes met in the air. Everyone recalled the inadvertent contact in Victor's class, and their faces were filled with tenderness.
"The second team, the Eastern Suburban Wilderness Militia Team
"The third team, Tislurak Mercenary Group Team"
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The members of the Leisi team were also very nervous. They had already drawn nearly thirty teams. Before they could draw them, Alina leaned tightly against Farasi, grabbed Farasi's arm with her little hand, and asked in a low voice. : "Sister Fani, why haven't you arrived with us yet?"
Faras comforted Alina and said: "Don't be afraid of this. The key is not to encounter a strong team. It doesn't matter whether the draw order is first or last."
Just as he was talking, he heard the bishop wearing a red cloak shout loudly: "The thirty-third team, Team Leis."
Farasi said nervously: "The thirty-third number means that the next seven may be our opponents."
Reid said: "Listen carefully and see if there is a strong team."
"The thirty-fourth team, the giant mercenary team."
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"The thirty-ninth team, the Elkir mercenary team."
Faras was extremely nervous. She held Ryan's hand and said, "Never be the Royal Knights, never be the Royal Knights."
"The 40th team, Team Simeone."
When Faras heard the name, she was stunned for a moment. Red said: "Simone, this name is so familiar. Could it be..."
Faras nodded and said, "It should be them."
Ryan asked: "Do you know the people in Simeone's team?"
Faras said: "Simone is a junior magician studying at the Royal Academy of Magic. They and I were promoted together. They once asked me to participate, but I didn't agree. I didn't expect that I would still run into them."
Alina asked: "Sister Fani, how did you know we would run into them?"
Farasi explained: "The first one drawn is Team 1, and the second one is Team 2. After all the draws are completed, we can calculate who our opponents are. In the first round, Team No. 1 will compete against Team No. 2, and Team No. 3 will compete against Team No. 4... In the second round, the winner between No. 1 and No. 2 and the winner between No. 3 and No. 4 will compete... In previous years, there have been no more than 64 teams. , that is to say, the competition will continue like this until the last 8 teams are left. Basically, one of every eight teams with numbers next to each other will make it to the top eight finals."
Red saw Faras talking a lot and was a little out of breath, so he said for Faras: "We are number 32. As long as there are no more than 64 teams participating this time, we will definitely We will fight with the strong ones from teams 33 to 40 to get into the top eight. That’s why Faras doesn’t want us to encounter a team with the Golden Knight pattern, because they have won it twenty times in a row. A champion.”
Under Faras and Red's explanation, everyone immediately understood. At this moment, the bishop wearing a red cloak shouted loudly: "The fifty-seventh team, the Royal Knights Squad."
This sentence immediately caused a sensation, especially among the participating teams whose names were not read. Some people could not sit still and shouted loudly: "Unfair, unfair, why are we allowed to run into the Royal Knights team? "
This voice resonated with those teams that had not yet been drawn.
"Yes, yes. There must be something wrong here."
"We demand a redraw."
"Let the Royal Knights go to hell. They have won the championship more than 20 times. They are still coming every time. Why don't you give others a chance?"
Archbishop Ibel stopped the drawing ceremony and said softly: "In front of everyone, and under the supervision of high-level magicians from the Royal Magician Corps, who can cheat? Who dares to cheat?"
Archbishop Ibel's voice was not loud, but it spread to the ears of everyone in the Royal Arena, and the noisy voice suddenly became quieter.
Archbishop Ibel continued: "Don't give up before you start anything. Have you started the game? Do you think you won't win? Indeed, the previous Royal Knights team was relatively strong and once won two full championships. Ten times champion, but the Royal Knights did not use any unfair means. Their honor was earned by themselves. Every member of the Royal Knights team participating in the Royal Athletic Competition is the first time to participate, and they can only participate This time, isn’t this enough to show their attitude? If you don’t have confidence in yourself, you can give up now.”
Archbishop Ibel's words caused the entire Royal Arena to fall into silence.
After a short pause and seeing that no one raised any objections, Archbishop Ibel continued the drawing ceremony. Soon, a total of sixty-two teams were drawn.
Seeing the densely written words on the slate behind Archbishop Ibel, Ryan took a long breath and said to everyone: "It seems that the opponents of each team have been decided. We also have to target the giant servant." The corps team is having some practice."