The first round of qualifying began after Merlin's whistle, and many of the contestants still had friendly smiles, which was more like an outing than a life-and-death fight to put their lives at the table.Some smart people choose to lurk, waiting for the first drop of blood to be born.Merlin's rules are not complete, but many people have already guessed that this preliminary smash braw is not as simple as imagined.First of all, the concept of the existence of the hourglass, this hourglass does not represent the end of the game, but only the countdown to the scene transformation.Then, if the first round of the competition is over, it is definitely not possible to fish in troubled waters by just hiding.Why not?
That's because in these thirty minutes, all the contestants couldn't find any resources available in this desert except for some dry food and water they were carrying.Even if you are lucky enough to find a small source of water, these supplies will soon run out in the sweltering heat.This big brawl is not just a duel between martial arts, but a comprehensive competition for resources.Although it is a place to advance, if you don't have enough resources in your hands, it will be difficult to stay up for 30 minutes under this scorching sun.The players didn't know where they were, but they knew it was noon.The temperature around him has reached nearly 40 degrees, and many frail players have begun to sweat profusely and their hearts are racing.Some competitors can't help but give up the baggage they carry on their bodies, just to be more relaxed on the way forward.One of the small groups was chatting without saying a word.In this barren desert, the scenery is all the same, except for the sand dunes that are sand dunes.If you don't talk, it can quickly make people feel dizzy."
Hey, why are you in this tournament with Daeron?"
The questioner was tall, about one meter eight tall, and he carried a sword on his back, subconsciously protecting his female companion behind him.And Daeron, who replied, had a thief's eyebrows and a mouse face, and wore a leather costume on his short body."
For the credits, for the grades, with the grades, you can have the same qualifications as you as a female partner, right?"
Daeron's gaze wandered over the questioner's female companion for a moment, then clicked his mouth.His mouth was dry, and the water he was carrying had already been drunk, so he couldn't help but lick his lips to moisten his dry lips.Daren didn't expect that his small actions just now would be all seen by the weak and gentle girl.The girl's name was Palsfara, which means passionflower.1 It was a bright flower, delicate and beautiful, and she was exactly what the Pasfara family wanted her to be.Passionflower is a climbing plant, and it cannot grow well without relying on it; The same goes for Pasfarah.She relied on her male companion, the grass in the Department of Ancient Literature, Pons, to mix like a fish in water in the crowd; Of course, this also relied on her excellent appearance and coquettish skills to hold Pons's heart in her hands.At this time, Darren, who temporarily joined them, had a look that disgusted her.That little act of licking his tongue was subjectively thought by Patfarah to be Darlan's coveting of himself.So Palsfara took the initiative to take two steps behind and let the two men walk in front and let them talk.As long as she doesn't speak, her presence is extremely low.Then, she quietly took out a protective dagger from her backpack and held it in her hand.As the trio cautiously descended the dunes, Pasfarah burst out and stabbed the dagger into Darlan's back.The blade of the dagger cut through the thin coat of leather, but it didn't stab deep enough.The sudden trauma made Daren wake up in an instant, and his adrenaline surged.His eyes widened, his breathing became thick, and he shouted, "You guys!
You want to kill me?!
”Pons, who didn't know why, turned around, only to see that the dagger in Pasfara's hand was dripping blood, and Daeron's angry look was also indicative of the current situation."
Don't be naïve!
If you don't eliminate you, we will be eliminated!
Can't you see the true meaning of this smash brawl?!
Pons, do it!
Robbed him of the supplies, and the two of us can go further!
”Pasfara tore her skin in one fell swoop and shouted to her male companion Pons to continue the attack on the already wounded Daren.Pons, on the other hand, froze in place, he didn't quite believe that the gentle and lovely Patfara in his mind would do such a thing.He was stunned and gave Darren a chance.Instead of running away, Daren gritted his teeth and pulled two seemingly harmless darts from the belt around his waist.He used the index and middle fingers of his right hand to grip one handle, and the ring finger and little finger to grip the other.In this flash of lightning, Daeron threw these two darts.His target is the vicious woman who sneaks up on his unsuspecting back.The dart flew out of Dyron's right hand, and because of the unique way he threw it, one in a straight line and the other in an arc close to the ground.The thrust made Daren grit his teeth, and he felt a lot of blood loss in his back.Palsfar twisted her upper body and dodged the straight dart, but the one that was close to the ground jerked up as it flew under her, heading straight for her.It wasn't until Darren's dart was thrown that Pons reacted, and he drew his matching sword and charged at Daron who was bleeding from his back."
No, stop your fight!"
Pons shouted, but the sword in his hand was held high, and it was about to fall on Daeron's back.Daeron sneered, for he had heard Pasfara's screams."
AhhhhIt hurts!
It hurts!!
”The dart that was pulled up from the ground was not aimed at her lower from the beginning, but at her thigh artery.At this time, the dart was deeply pierced into Patfara's inner thigh, and at the same time, the toxin attached to the dart was spreading rapidly through Patfara's body.Fascinated by Patfara's affection, Pons forcibly withdrew his sword and headed it towards Patfara, who had fallen to the ground.He fell to one knee and only glanced at the blackened wound to understand that Daeron's darts were poisonous.Pons shouted, "Darron!
Antidote!!
”Darren looked at Pons coldly and gestured his middle finger disdainfully, "Why don't you want to think about this happening when you attack me?"
”With that, Daeron grinned in pain and turned to walk in one direction alone.He had to go to a safe place in order to heal himself."
These two people can't be trusted anymore," Daren said to himself in his heart.But when he turned around, he didn't see Pasfara's small movements.Pasfara endured the pain and put her head to Pons's ear, "Kill him, there must be an antidote in him." ”Pons looked at Pasfara, who was pale from blood loss, and nodded distressedly."
Every contestant has signed a life and death agreement, and if they die here, they will be unlucky."
Pons lied to his conscience like this.Then, with red eyes, he caught up with Daren like an angry bull, who was injured and couldn't leave.Darren's eyes were full of surprise, he didn't expect Pons to leave his lover behind to chase him."
You smash her ID card!
There's a medical team on the other side of the portal!
”Daeron shouted, trying to get Pons not to track him."
No, if I kill you, she will naturally have an antidote!"
Pons stomped the sand, creating a large crater, but at the same time he leapt high and slashed his sword at Daeron's head from a high place.Darren's eyes were full of disbelief, he didn't expect anyone to be so crazy.But on this dune, it is already difficult to move, and Daeron's best solution at the moment is to attack as a defense.At the same time, he threw three darts at the leaping Pons, and the three darts blocked Pons's jumping path up and down, and if Pons didn't make evasive moves in the air, he would naturally win the bid!
Once Pons chooses to dodge, the sword will not fall on him.Pons, however, did not change his face, allowing three hastily thrown darts to pierce his body, and the sword slashed down fiercely.After Pons landed, he gasped and pulled out all three darts on his body.Darlan, on the other hand, stood still.A streak of blood began to appear in the center of Daeron's skull, and Daeron was neatly chopped in half along with the accessories on his body.Blood and entrails flowed across the hot desert with a squeak.The red-stained sand is as dazzling as red clay.Pons's anger faded, and he looked at his blood-stained hands in disbelief.He didn't expect that he would really do such a thing and become a murderer.Although Merlin said that he would not pursue it after the fact, what about the condemnation in his heart?
These complicated thoughts came to mind one by one, but Pons shook his head violently, searching for the already bloody corpse of Daeron."
Where's the antidote?
What about the antidote?
What about the antidote!!!
”Pons first dug through the supplies that Daren had carried, but found nothing that looked like an antidote other than some blood-stained dry food and empty water bottles.Pons's mentality changed, he grimaced and kicked Daeron's stump, "Hey, where's the antidote?"
”Naturally, it was impossible for Darren to respond."
Where's the antidote?"
Pons asked again, as he reached into Darron's stump, stirring.The residual organs were pinched in Pons's hands, and Pons said in his mouth, "Heart, no."
Large intestine, no.Liver, no.Gallbladder, no. ”All the organs as far as the eye could see were rummaged over, and even pinched into pieces, and no trace of the antidote was found.On the contrary, in the process of rummaging, Pons's eyes began to hallucinate, and even accompanied by dizziness, dizziness and other symptoms at the same time.The whole person has entered a kind of mental trance, and the feeling that the soul is about to leave the body.Pons saw that Darron's soul was not far from him, and held his middle finger high at himself with disdain, as if mocking his own incompetence.Pons's heart was cold, he knew that this was the phenomenon of the toxin attached to the dart invading his body.He had to speed up the search for a cure.He found it, a small bottle that he had broken in half.The medicinal powders that were supposed to be turmeric in the spelling were now stained with Darlan's blood, and they didn't look much different from the blood-stained sand on the ground."
Why are there so few !!?"
Pons roared in bewilderment.In fact, Daren only had one antidote on him.The antidote, which had been strung with rope, hung around his neck.If Pons's sword was slashed at Daeron's neck, this person's antidote might still be saved, but this hope was shattered by Pons's own sword.Not far away, Pasfara had already passed out, and Pons struggled to hold the handful of red mud that I didn't know if it was sand or an antidote, and walked in her direction.It's only about fifty meters away, but now it's as far away as the end of the world.Pons's senses were slowed down by the toxin, and he was about to push his legs away, but his legs only moved a little.Pons didn't notice that the perimeter of the three wounds on his body had turned black.He had more poison in himself than Pasfarah.He walked, walked, and saw Palsfara lying in front of him.Twenty meters, ten meters, five meters.These last five meters have become an insurmountable heavenly river.Pons fell, along with the antidote in his hand.The toxins configured by Dylan are comparable to the venom of the king cobra, with both blood circulation toxins, neurotoxins, and cytotoxins.A wound punctured by a dart does not heal naturally, but will continue to lose blood.It is the anticoagulant covered in the toxin that plays its role.Neurotoxins enter blood vessels, rapidly paralyzing the surrounding pain nerves, and then invade neurons; Weakness of the limbs, psychosis, hallucinations, etc., are all effects of neurotoxins.Failure of internal organs, massive internal bleeding, and uncoordinated limbs are naturally the work of cytotoxins.A mixture of three poisons from snake venom took effect in the body, and both Pons and Justfara eventually died in the desert.This small team of three people was wiped out.All three of them had a chance to live, but they were devoured and sacrificed with false hope.As long as they smashed their ID cards, the medical team was able to treat them, but they chose another path for themselves – the point of no return.Such a temporary small team was infighting for various reasons within 20 minutes of the start of the game.Small teams that were spontaneously organized without professional leaders instead became small Colosseums, where people pulled out their weapons and attacked each other when they disagreed.Death, often accompanied.There are very few players who can really think clearly enough to withdraw voluntarily, and most of them are affected by anger or other negative emotions for a while.The mechanic of smashing the ID card to get out of the game seems to have turned into a joke, but it's a deadly joke.The audience went from boring yawning to dumbfounding, and they never imagined that the incident would become so amazing.The ugliness of human nature, the impulsiveness, is fully revealed.This is the stage that Merlin set for Arthur.