Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

Just as Telankar put the wooden cup to his lips, a deafening cheer suddenly broke out in his ears. He was slightly startled, put down the cup, looked around, and found that the Duruchi and lizards in the stands had all stood up, waving their arms excitedly, cheering for the upcoming game.

The lizard next to him was no exception. After throwing the fried insects into its mouth, the lizard jumped up, raised its arms and let out a hoarse roar, its eyes full of excitement.

He followed the crowd's gaze towards the arena and saw four teams filing out of four different passages. Above the passages were hung four brightly colored flags of red, white, blue and yellow, fluttering in the wind.

Each team lined up neatly and set off in batches. Some contestants wore colored robes to represent their teams, while others wore nothing, and some even wore no armor. Their oiled and tattooed skin looked particularly wild under the sun.

He couldn't help but observe attentively and counted carefully. There were exactly 18 contestants in each team.

Some were well-equipped, armed to the teeth, with armor, gorgets and masks, holding wooden spears, long swords and shields, looking steady and defensive. Others were lightly armed, with only wooden short swords and daggers in their hands, except for the necessary protection. Some held wooden, strangely shaped long-handled battle axes, bringing a terrifying sense of oppression.

The cheers from the crowd grew louder and louder, as if the entire audience in the stands were cheering for the team they supported. His heartbeat also accelerated. The game hadn't started yet, but the momentum of the four teams had already made him feel a strong fighting spirit.

However, with a sharp shout, the cheers stopped abruptly.

"Triton!"

"Damn you Asur!"

"Why is Triton here?"

He leaned his head over and looked over, frowning slightly, his eyes fixed on the contestants in the venue, a hint of confusion and shock emerging in his heart.

A closer look revealed that some contestants' shields were painted entirely in cyan, with distinct eagle outlines, and painted on the shields were patterns of various sea beasts and the emblem of Matheran. This kind of symbol and decoration was exactly what the Sea Guards of Asur used!

A wave of surprise surged in his heart. How did these sea guards appear here? They actually appeared in the arena of Duruchi and competed with other teams. But after thinking about what happened in the market, he felt relieved. Perhaps these sea guards were also friends of the Witch King's Hand.

"It's the Tritons. I'll always remember them."

"Asshole, I bought the yellow team!"

At this moment, there was a burst of dissatisfied shouts and low boos from the crowd. It was obvious that the Duruchi in the stands felt strongly disgusted with the appearance of these Asur Sea Guards. Some of them felt that it was unlucky to buy the team represented by the Sea Guards? However, these shouts and curses only lasted for a moment and quickly dissipated, as if they were suppressed by some invisible force.

At the moment when the insults just sounded, the Druchi soldiers and lizardmen who had their backs to the stands and were facing the field turned around in unison and stared coldly in the direction of the noisy stands, with a chill of threat and vigilance revealed in their eyes.

He was acutely aware that the atmosphere around him suddenly tightened, and an invisible sense of oppression enveloped the entire stand. Feeling a sense of tension and suffocation, he held his breath, and even the lizard next to him sat back down obediently. The eyes of the Duruchi soldiers and lizards were cold and full of warnings, as if any extra sound would trigger a sudden sanction.

The entire stand fell silent for a moment, and then there were whispers. While observing the contestants, he pricked up his ears and listened carefully. He got a lot of information from the discussion. It turned out that the contestants included not only Duruchi and Asur, but also Ai Niel and Aslai. Those contestants who were not wearing armor or holding axes were the ones.

An irrepressible excitement gradually welled up in his heart. This competition actually brought together so many branches and schools. It seemed that it was not just a competition of strength and fighting skills, but more like a showdown of strategy and skills, a rare showdown between elites.

"Do you understand the rules of betting?"

As he carefully observed each contestant, a familiar voice sounded not far away. He knew that it was the guide who began to guide them in secret. He pricked up his ears again and listened carefully. This was what he needed to know most urgently.

"Each color represents a team. Each team has 3 squads, for a total of 12 squads. Each squad fights with a squad of another color. There will be no repeated battles, and one round will determine the winner. After the battle, there will be no further battles with other squads, and the winning team will receive 1 point..."

"It takes 12 battles?"

"Are you an idiot? It's 9 games!"

"Wait...it's a bit messy."

"You are very smart, with a brain like that of a Cold One."

"I'll do the math."

"It's 9 games! It's 9 games for everyone who comes today, I said!"

"It's obviously 12 games."

Telankar looked back and saw a Duruchi holding a wooden cup between his thighs like him, operating a strange longboard with both hands. The small longboard kept sliding under Duruchi's operation. He also thought it was twelve games, but the Duruchi's solemn words made him unconfident.

After turning his head, he started counting on his fingers. The noisy environment and his arithmetic level made this process very long. After counting for a long time, he came to a conclusion, which seemed to be 9 games?
Hearing the cheers again, he raised his head and looked at the stadium in the distance. He found that there was no need to worry about it anymore, it was indeed 9 games, because the contestants had already started to take their positions.

"What are we betting on?"

"Of course, we bet on which team will win."

"Were you deaf when you placed the bet just now?"

It was a mess. Telankar felt his head buzzing, but he seemed, might, seemed, vaguely knew what he was betting on.

一共4支队伍，每支队伍有小3队，一共12支小队。这12支小队在9个场地同时进行比赛，赢的小队为代表的队伍累积1分，4支队伍去争夺仅有的6分？
He counted on his fingers again, and combined with the discussion around him, it was indeed 6 points? But soon, he realized something. If he remembered correctly, there were more than 9 games in the first round. The 9 games in front of him were just the first small round, and there were 1 more small rounds to come, which added up to... 2 games?
That means... there will be 18 points in total?
At this moment, Telankar glimpsed a little bit of the secret of arithmetic. These 18 points would extend to infinite possibilities. If one team wins all three rounds, it will get 1 points, and the other teams will get other points. The highest score below 3 points is 9 points. Of course, this is not important anymore. What is important is that if you bet on the winning team, you will get three times the profit.

"There will also be situations where three teams have the same score. If one team loses all the points, the other three teams will get 3 points at the same time."

When the familiar voice sounded again, he knew that the guide was guiding him in secret again.

"In this case, what if you only bet on one team?"

"You idiot." "Did you forget?"

"You think too much."

"Unless you go all-in on the team with the same score."

Once he understood the rules, the next thing he was good at was what he was good at. This was a required course for every Drucci. He remembered that he could bet on up to three teams, and the maximum bet on each team was 3 silver sovereigns, which was 20 gold sovereign, and the minimum was 1 silver sovereign. If...if...the three teams each bet 1 silver sovereign, and betting on the team with the highest score hits, the profit will be the same, no profit or loss, and the profit will just make up for the loss. If the team with the highest score is not among the three teams bet, then there is no loss.

If the scores of the three teams you bet on are tied, you will make a huge profit and get a 3-fold return. If two of the three teams you bet on are tied, you will make a small profit. If one of the three teams you bet on is tied but is not within the betting range, you will lose a lot.

Combining the discussions around him and his own calculations with his fingers, he concluded that it was impossible for the four teams to equally divide the 4 points. He calculated for a long time but still couldn't figure it out.

"Matheran, who made this? I..."

A Duruchi's wailing won his approval. He found that the process seemed to be without skill? He saw that the opponent of a sea guard seemed to be Ai Niel? Or Aslai? Definitely not the Slaughter Sisters on the Black Ark, because he was a frequent visitor to the arena and knew about the Slaughter Sisters. He saw that there were two Slaughter Sisters teams on the field, one against the pirate team, and the other against Ai Niel holding an axe? Or Aslai?

This... is no skill at all! This is the first time he has met Ai Niel and Aslai, and he doesn't know Ai Niel and Aslai at all. Is it all based on luck and calculation? The theoretical profit of betting on three teams at the same time is the greatest, provided that the bets are correct. He breathed a sigh of relief, and he was glad that his previous choice was right, otherwise he would have lost all his chips.

"Hand of the Witch King!"

The familiar voice echoed in the stands like a thunderclap.

Telankar turned around suddenly, and when he turned around, he found that all the Duruchis in the stands were looking at the Duruchi who had wailed before, with malicious light in their eyes, which made the man freeze in an instant.

"I... feel a little uncomfortable in my stomach..." Duruchi was pale and terrified. He stood up tremblingly and tried to force a smile. His voice was uneasy and trembling.

"It's on the right, just keep going and you will see it." The guide calmly pointed to the exit on the right and added considerately.

Duluqi nodded repeatedly after speaking out of turn, and hurriedly walked to the right exit as instructed by the guide. He lowered his head and walked quickly, covering his face, trying to avoid all gazes. However, the Duluqi around him obviously had no intention of letting him go easily. As he hurriedly passed through the narrow aisle, several feet quietly stretched out.

"what!"

When he dodged one foot, he was tripped by the second foot that followed. He was caught off guard and stumbled forward, falling to the ground in embarrassment, causing a burst of laughter from all around.

A Duruchi poured the remaining wine in the wooden cup onto him and spit out some saliva. The Duruchi around him were also trying to stop him, with no intention of letting him stand up or leave.

In the stands, not only the Drukis were laughing, the Skin Lizards also laughed, mocking his embarrassment openly, as if this was the perfect warm-up before the game began.

“The game is about to start!”

When the guide's voice sounded again, the Duruchis let go of Duruchi who had spoken out of turn.

Having said something out of turn, Drucci got up, his face ashen but he didn't dare to get angry. He didn't even bother to tidy up his messy clothes and rushed to the exit in a panic.

Telankar, who witnessed everything, shook his head secretly. At this moment, he had a deeper understanding of the guide. If the guide hadn't spoken, the Duruchi who made the mistake might have died here, and he would have died in the market just now. He took a deep breath and warned himself again not to become the next laughing stock: I'm here for vacation, not to seek death.

As a loud horn sounded over the field, he quickly stuffed a fried insect into his mouth, and the crispy and fragrant taste instantly exploded in his mouth. He then took a sip of wine, with a slight sense of excitement, and focused all his attention on the competition field.

In fact, the competition venue was very simple, just nine circles, which were temporarily drawn with talcum powder. The nine competition venues were already full of contestants. Each team took their positions, looking at each other with scrutinizing eyes, with focused and alert expressions. Some made gestures, or made exaggerated movements, shouting and provoking.

Next to each field, red, white, blue, and yellow flags representing the colors of the participating teams were hung on high poles, fluttering in the wind. Three referees stood separately. From the conversation of the Drukis, he learned that the three referees were followers of Edreze. In addition to the followers in the nine fields, there were five followers of high status standing next to one field, talking and recording.

He soon noticed that the nine venues did not seem to be planning to start the matches at the same time. Although the referees were in their respective positions, they did not give a unified signal, as if they intended to let the matches proceed one by one instead of at the same time. This arrangement was beyond his expectation, but he soon realized that this might be to allow the audience to focus on each fight one by one and not miss any exciting moments due to distraction.

He adjusted his sitting position slightly, ready to enjoy the fierce competition that was about to begin. His eyes scanned back and forth between the various rings, looking forward to the command for the first match.

Maybe it's because the matter is not big enough, there is not enough fun, and there are too few highlights...to make the show more effective.

The Duruchis in the stands realized that the first match would be between the Black Ark Pirates and the Asur Sea Guards? Because they saw the five distinguished referees coming to the side of the field, obviously to witness this explosive duel.

The pirates brandished their weapons and made all kinds of provocations to the Sea Guards without disguising themselves. The rude and wanton shouting filled the air above the arena. The Sea Guards' former elegance and demeanor had long since disappeared. Their faces turned pale, and they responded with fierce roars and curses. The two sides pointed at each other and glared at each other from a distance of just a few steps. If the referees hadn't stood in the middle to stop them, Telankar had no doubt that they would have immediately erupted into a sword fight.

The audience in the stands were infected by the tense atmosphere and waved their arms. The Duruchis shouted and cursed one after another. The air seemed to be filled with uncontrollable enthusiasm. The skinks who didn't know the inside story also joined in the booing. Telankar looked at the guards on the sidelines and confirmed that the guards had no intention of stopping the audience's shouting. He also waved his arms and shouted loudly to cheer for the upcoming battle.

The referee in the middle of the two teams ignored the shouting and cursing from both sides and checked with both sides again. He then led the two referees who were blocking the fight to slowly retreat to the edge of the field to make room for the two sides to fight.

The referee blew the whistle decisively the moment he left the field.

As the whistle sounded, the duel between the Black Ark Pirates and the Asur Triton kicked off, and the first game of the first round of the first major round officially began.

Hearing Baigne's laughter, Celile covered his face helplessly, his eyes full of speechlessness. He had originally expected a duel full of strategy and skills, at least to see some wonderful operations in tactical positioning. Although he thought that this situation might not happen, his nephew was too good at making trouble, and the result... was just as he expected.

As soon as the crisp whistle sounded, the pirates and the sea guards were like wild horses running wild, like two uncontrolled torrents, rushing directly towards each other without any rules. There was no tactical coordination, no discipline, no formation changes, and no one cared about the positions of teammates. Nothing, everything in the past no longer existed at this moment.

The pirates roared, wielded their long swords and short knives, and hacked hard, while the sea guards were no less crazy than them, and the two sides collided violently. With roars and curses, fists, spears, blades, and shields were swung out indiscriminately, and both sides wanted to use all means to knock the other side to the ground.

Although the battle on the field was disorganized, it was full of primitive savage power. Every blow was made with a desperate determination. Blades and shields were intertwined, as if... there was no as if, but two irreconcilable hatreds erupted at this moment, wishing to beat the other's dog brains out.

The audience was very excited to see this scene. Seeing such direct and brutal fighting, their blood boiled, and thunderous cheers and screams broke out in the stands. (End of this chapter)