In the third order of death, in addition to changing the venue and fewer players, the rules of the game have also changed accordingly.
The points competition and promotion rules remain the same, and compared with the previous layers, the points for promotion are still a little less, because the number of players in the last three layers is relatively small.
What has changed is the rules for selecting opponents. The first few layers of opponents are selected on the spot, and the game is played immediately. The third order of death is selected the day before, giving you one night to prepare, and the official competition will be the next day. In this way, the audience can know the next day's game in advance, and have time to choose the game they want to watch, which is also where the Sky Tower makes money.
The competition of many popular seed players will even be confirmed a week or two in advance, giving the organizers plenty of time to promote it.
In view of this kind of rule, if Angel wants to compete, he can only wait until tomorrow.
Angel stayed on the field and watched a few more games. The contestants were all elites at the same stage. If Angel didn't have alchemy weapons, he would not be able to win a game with ten of them.
After the strength level was roughly confirmed, Angel came to the lottery area to select tomorrow's opponents.
The staff member was a thin old man with a small pigtail. He had his legs crossed and was reading while smoking a cigarette. He looked very relaxed.
After Angel approached, he smelled a sweet smell of smoke. Angel himself does not smoke, but it does not prevent him from judging the grade of tobacco. The tobacco smoked by the old man with pigtails must be of a higher level than that of Nausicaa.
"Hello, Grandpa, I'm here to draw lots." Influenced by Jon's Confucian culture since childhood, Angel has always respected older people.
The old man with pigtails looked away from the book with red eyes.
Red eyes can read books? Seems to be a sensitive senior. Angel pondered in his heart.
The little braided old man didn't even look at Angel, didn't speak, he just stretched out his palm.
Angel was stunned, not knowing what the old man with pigtails was expressing.
The open palm bent a few times, urging Angel to hurry!
Are you asking for bribes? So blatant? Angel recalled that when he was a child, those flies and dogs who fawned on the old Viscount Pat, sometimes couldn't get through the front line, and the curvy ones came to bribe him and Leon. Therefore, since he was a child, he has been well versed in the trick, but it is always others who bribe him, and he has never bribed others.
Angel carefully took out a magic crystal from his pocket and put it in the palm of the old man with braids.
After the old man with pigtails took it, he was about to brush the machine on the side, but suddenly felt that the hand felt wrong, and looked carefully at the thing in his hand, his eyes were round.
"Hey, little boy, what are you doing for me with the magic crystal?" The little braided old man angered: "Are you trying to bribe me?"
Angel: Did he guess wrong, didn't the old man with braids ask him for money
The old man with braids shouted angrily, "Just a magic crystal trying to bribe me? Never mind!"
Angel: It seems that there are fewer magic crystals
"No! Even if you give me more magic crystals, I won't be bought! Unless you help me find the collector's edition of this book!" book of.
Only then did Angel clearly see the name on the book: "A Cool Summer".
The important thing is not the title of the book, but the two indescribable pornographic girls on the cover.
Angel: ... shameless old man!
After some explanations, Angel finally explained his purpose to the old man with pigtails.
"It turns out that you are a newcomer who has just been promoted." The old man with pigtails touched his beard, his face full of compassion: "I asked you to take the information card, not to ask you to pay a bribe."
The old man with pigtails said with a smile, and took the magic crystal given by Angel into his arms without any shame.
"Even if this magic crystal is to teach you a small lesson, young man, you must learn a little lesson before you make mistakes."
Angel's hands hidden in his robes clenched into fists.
"Bring it here, your information card."
Angel resisted the urge to hit someone and handed the information card to the old man with pigtails. After the old man took it and checked it carefully, he suddenly looked at Angel with strange eyes.
Even in the wizard's robe, Angel still felt a tingling in his scalp.
This old man is not easy. Angel flashed this thought in his heart, just using his eyes made him feel uncomfortable, and it was by no means easy.
"Hehehe." The little braided old man laughed a few times: "Who am I, it turns out to be you."
"Senior know me?"
"I don't know, but I know you, that little girl Melansha has a good impression of you."
Melansha is the director of the Sky Tower. She can call Melansha "little girl", which shows that the status of this old man is only high.
Angel wondered: Do these high-level executives have nothing to do on weekdays? Why did they all go to the lottery area to make a cameo
When Angel was thinking, the old man with pigtails swiped the information card on the machine next to him, and then handed the information back to Angel.
"Are you sure about the draw now?" The braided old man picked up the draw box and shook it, a sparse voice came from the box, "Did you hear it? There are not many players in the pool at the moment. Since Melansha is very optimistic about you, I can give you some inside information..."
"There are currently only thirteen players in the pool... There are eight of them, and the points are all on the qualifying table."
After the old man with pigtails finished speaking, he pointed to the poster on his back. The poster was a table that recorded the ranking table on the thirteenth floor of the Sky Tower.
The so-called ranking table is actually the meaning of the ranking list. However, here is not ranked by strength, but by total points.
A total of the top 50 players in this tier are listed on the qualifying table. Although the points do not represent strength, they can obtain high points, which also reflects their personal strength to a certain extent.
The current ranking table on the thirteenth floor of the Sky Tower has 197 points for the first place, 154 points for the second place, 99 points for the third place... 47 points for the fifth place.
Angel frowned slightly when he looked at this qualifying table.
He remembered that only 45 points were needed to advance, and all the players on the qualifying table passed the points required to advance, but none of them chose to advance.
"The strength of the last three floors is not much different. It doesn't matter if they advance or not. If they enter the ranking table, they will receive a contribution point every month, and the promotion will eliminate the current points, so many people simply do not advance." The braided old man explained.
"I see."
"Now you know, most of the people in the competition pool are on the qualifying table." The old man with pigtails smiled: "With your personal strength, even if you add alchemy weapons, I'm afraid it will be difficult to continue. "
"Thank you senior for reminding me, I still have to arrange." Angel said.
"Then do whatever you want." The old man with pigtails handed the lottery box to Angel.
Angel reached out to choose, and as expected, the old man with braids said, there are very few balls to choose from.
Angel took out a random ball, number: ooo539.
Soon, a row of words appeared on the transparent screen in front of the old man with pigtails: "Milk Baron vs Wasteland Warrior"
"Tsk tsk tsk, it looks like you're unlucky, as soon as you come to meet the players on the qualifying table." The old man with pigtails shook his head.
Wasteland Warriors, ranked 37th in the qualifying table, with 69 points.
This wasteland warrior, in David's data sheet, is a second-level apprentice with the blood of the ground fire salamander. The defense is very high, Angel estimated that the ordinary golden arrows would definitely not be able to break the defense...
"I still have to draw lots." Angel said.
"you sure?"
"Sure."
The old man with pigtails didn't speak. Looking at Angel's very determined expression, a little doubt arose in his heart. He has used a special technique to look at Angel's whole body just now. Except for the alchemy weapon on his wrist, he has no other commendable means... Why does he have such a chance to win
"Okay, I'm looking forward to your... means." The old man with pigtails thought that Angel was just killing him. If it wasn't for Sanders standing behind him, he wouldn't bother to mention: "You can continue to draw lots, originally according to your and May Lansha's agreement that the interval between two games is 5 minutes, but because there are too few people in the competition pool, this agreement can only be temporarily voided. The specific time of your competition will be rescheduled when you come tomorrow morning. ."
"Let's draw now." The braided old man put the lottery box in front of Angel.
Scene 2: "Milk Baron vs Twilight"
Dark Night Twilight is still the player on the qualifying table, ranking 41st with 61 points.
Angel thought for a moment about the information on Dark Night and Twilight. He seemed to be a second-level apprentice on the bloodline side. He didn't know what bloodline he merged with, but he only knew that his movement was erratic.
Angel pondered: Is Toby faster than the erratic Xun
"I still have to draw lots." Angel said to the old man with pigtails.
The old man with braids narrowed his eyes and finally shook his head: "You have zero points now, and giving you two chances to draw lots is already the bottom line. If you want to play a few more games every day, at least you have the bottom line first."
What the little braided old man said is also right, he is currently o points. There is a ranking table for the third-order death. If he loses once and deducts negative points, why should others continue to rank for you
Also, if he gets killed in the first game.
Then the second game will not give away points for others.
This is not good for the Sky Tower itself. If you don't show your strength, why should others help you blindly.
Thinking of this, Angel did not argue, but nodded in acceptance.
"Before you leave, I'd better say, don't die." Otherwise, it's hard to explain to Sanders... The old man with pigtails muttered the remaining half of the sentence in his heart.
"Thank you senior."
"Don't call me senior, my name is Baroque."
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Although the outside world calls the last three floors of the Sky Tower the third-order death, it seems that the climb to the top must go through the third-order death road.
But for Angel, it's not the third-order, but the second-order. His purpose was to reach the top, and once he reached the fifteenth floor, he would not have to continue fighting. In other words, Angel only needs to face the players on the thirteenth and fourteenth floors.
For Angel, this is the last two layers, so many hidden means should be able to be used.
Toby has also practiced all kinds of cooperation with him these days, and it's time to take it out for a yo-yo!