Fairy’s Box

Chariot race day

The sky was covered with heavy artificial snow made by scholars and mages, and after a night of accumulation, the ground was covered with a thick layer.

Each campus was crowded with people dressed in red and white. Hundreds of people dressed the same, with big white fake beards, red cotton coats, and red boots. Bands sang and danced. Performance.

Inside the obelisk, the academy area has been redecorated, a large number of Christmas trees have risen on the ground, small shops, haunted houses, labyrinths, challenge arenas, stage theaters and other buildings are competing to open. Brightly dressed male and female students watched back and forth, and there were only a few knight female students who were coolly dressed and did not know what the cold was.

Scholars and mages show off their booths, and they are full of colorful objects, all of which are alchemy objects that they usually tinker with that have no practical significance. Most of them are shown to show off. If a fool is willing to buy it, they are of course willing to accept it.

Most of the knight apprentices fought to the death in the battlefield, or they were in the arena without fighting to the flesh, or at least they were sharpening their knives and preparing for chariot competitions.

If you find a handsome man or a beautiful woman beside you, they keep their arrogant smiles, roll up their cuffs, and hold the air, as if they are accompanied by something. There is no doubt in the obelisk, they must be Doctor Goblin.

Professionals with mana or power can see all kinds of fairies around them, from miniature brown goblin, Nicole cat, to humanoid Vivian and Daphne, almost forming a miniature biosphere .

Whether it is a knight apprentice or a scholar mage, they will cast envious glances at them, open the harem openly and openly, and will not be blamed for any occupation, this is the only one.

The route of the chariot race is as follows, starting from the academy area, passing through the ancient Titan ruins in the north, reaching the mountains in the battlefield area westward, and then reaching the ancient buildings in front of the deep water training ground in the south. Finally continue north, across flat College Avenue, to finally reach the starting position. The trip is one hundred and thirty miles, and the race time is expected to be three hours.

The initial competition is divided into eight groups, with eight teams in each group. The competition is endless from morning to night. The first one will be named the winner. The next day, they will participate in the final, and the top three will win the prize.

The three of Yalei had already changed into their uniforms, driving an ox-drawn cart to stare at them.

It is a solid suit of gray and black body protection. There are protective gears all over the body joints, with a black hood, and shoulder armors extending outwards on both sides of the shoulders.

Rider Leina is dressed in a white dress, knee-high white cotton socks, paired with boots of the same color, and silk mesh gloves on both arms. For safety reasons, the protective gear is light and thin.

In the previous pre-match draw, Bruno was lucky enough to draw a group of No. 8. He couldn't be more happy, and he was eager to make a move with Yale.

Soon after, a thick male voice finally sounded on the venue:

"All contestants please enter the venue, all contestants please enter the venue..."

The eyes of the two knight apprentices suddenly lit up, and in the carriage, Lena's pretty face was pale, like a recruit going to the battlefield.

Yale flicked the reins excitedly, the two white-limbed bison snorted white air from their nostrils, paced wildly, and drove along the red carpet to the front of the competition.

After the eight groups of 24 contestants finished side by side, a few bitter-faced young professors on the viewing platform nodded—they had to sit like this all day, and the commander shouted at the top of his voice:

"Pre-match salute!"

The flag bearer and the charioteer moved in unison, half-kneeling in front of the rider, kissing and salute, Yale kissed Lena's slender hand, and whispered like everyone else:

"Fight for you, my lady."

"Ready!" The commander suddenly raised the red flag in his hand.

The eight teams of players immediately climbed onto the chariot, sat in the designated position, and mixed their breathing and mentality.

"Set off!"

With an order, there was thunderous cheers around the track, and the spectators who could chase, those who couldn't, rode the sled and set off at the same time.

Yale waved the reins for the first time, and the chariot rushed out. However, regardless of size and weight, this chariot was a well-deserved giant, and its speed was really painful.

The commander also set off with the sled, and followed the report with a loudspeaker:

"The eight teams set off at the same time! Player No. 3 and No. 4 are in the lead, and Player No. 8 is at the bottom."

"You should hurry up!" Bruno, who was standing behind him, became anxious first.

"It's okay, take your time, the one in front will start fighting right away." Yale was very calm, sitting firmly on the Diaoyutai.

A thunder sounded immediately in front. The No. 4 flag bearer and the charioteer were both scholars and mages. Two long-range lightning bolts immediately cut off the No. 3 chariot's harness. After the restraint was lifted, the two horses of the chariot seemed to be running towards the race. Road outside.

"Sure enough!" Bruno also calmed down.

The two members of the No. 3 tank hurriedly scolded and chased after them. After finally getting their horses in place, even the last Yale team overtook them.

"Unhappy! Let's do it too, let's start with the slowest No. 8! Disable it!" The No. 3 chariot rider decided to take revenge on the society.

The flag protectors also ignited their fighting spirit at the same time. This team seems to be a pure riding team.

The first six groups were already flying, but Yalei's group couldn't move fast and could only stare blankly.

"Bruno, strike first, kill them!" Yale slowed down the speed of the car, freed up his left hand, and a large group of black flames sprayed out, and the large tracts of snow behind him began to melt.

"Received!" The silver-haired young man jumped into the backstage of the carriage, holding the ice storm with both hands, freezing the melted snow water again and condensing it into a smooth ice surface.

"I-Come on!" The driver of the No. 3 car had no time to change the speed of the car, and watched the horse step on the ice, and could only pray in his heart for God's blessing.

The warhorse on the left slipped and fell first, and the entire chariot turned in a small circle around the ice, proving that the Lord was not on his side with practical actions.

"So unlucky!" The flag guard of the third car quickly jumped out of the car and shattered the ice with a fist of fighting qi. He managed to stabilize the chariot and was preparing to regroup.

Unexpectedly, the passenger sister also jumped out of the carriage, holding the car and vomited out with a wow sound.

"Car No. 3 is no longer a threat."

Watching Car No. 3 gradually turn into a black spot in view, Bruno jumped back to the front of the carriage.

Just as Yale was about to answer, the No. 1 car in the penultimate position threw a fireball backwards, almost hitting the white-limbed bison on the right, and immediately blasted out black flames to offset it.

"The No. 1 flag bearer is a scholar mage!" The two quickly wrote down strategic information.

One after another, another fireball came over. Bruno simply jumped on the back of the cow on the right, propped up an ice shield, and stopped the fireballs one by one.

Due to the limited attack distance, the two had no choice but to take the No. 1 car, and they fell into a passive stalemate.