Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

Telankar just put the wooden cup to his mouth when a deafening cheer suddenly broke out in his ears. He was slightly stunned, put down the cup, looked around, and found that the Duruchi and lizards in the stands 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 his mouth, the lizard jumped up and raised his arms to roar hoarsely, his eyes full of excitement.

He followed the crowd's line of sight to the arena, and saw four teams coming out of four different passages in a row. Above the passages were hung four flags of red, white, blue and yellow, with bright colors, fluttering in the wind.

Each team was neatly arranged and set off in batches. Some contestants wore colored robes to represent the team. Some did not wear them, and some did not even wear armor. The oiled and tattooed skin looked particularly wild under the sun.

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

Some were well-equipped, armed to the teeth, with armor, throat guards and masks, holding wooden spears, long swords and shields, looking steady and defensive. Some were lightly equipped, with only wooden short swords and daggers in their hands except for the necessary shielding. Some held wooden, peculiarly shaped long-handled battle axes, with a daunting sense of oppression.

The cheers of the crowd became louder and louder, as if the audience in the entire stand were cheering for the team they supported. His heartbeat also accelerated. The game had not started yet, but the momentum of the four teams had already made him feel a vigorous fighting atmosphere.

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

"Triton!"

"Damn Asur!"

"Why is Triton here?"

He leaned over and looked over, frowning slightly, staring at the contestants in the field, with a hint of doubt and shock in his heart.

A closer look revealed that some contestants' shields were painted with cyan, with clear eagle outlines and various sea beasts and the emblem of Maseran painted on the shields. This kind of logo and decoration is exactly what the Sea Guards of Asur use!

A wave of unexpected emotions surged in his heart. How did these Sea Guards appear here? They actually appeared in the arena of Druki and competed with other teams. But after thinking about what happened in the market, he was relieved again. Perhaps these Sea Guards are also friends of the Hand of the Witch King.

"It's the Sea Guards. I will always remember them."

"Asshole, I bought the yellow team!"

At this moment, there was a burst of dissatisfied shouting and low boos from the crowd. Obviously, the Druki in the stands felt strongly disgusted with the appearance of these Asur Sea Guards. Some of them felt... unlucky because they bought the team represented by the Sea Guards? However, these shouting and cursing only lasted for a moment and quickly dissipated, as if suppressed by some invisible force.

At the moment when the curse just sounded, the Duruchi soldiers and lizards who were originally facing the stands and facing the field turned around in unison, staring coldly at the noisy stands, with a chill of threat and vigilance in their eyes.

He keenly noticed that the atmosphere around him suddenly converged, and an invisible sense of oppression enveloped the entire stands. Feeling a sense of tension and suffocation, he held his breath, and even the lizard next to him sat back 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 into silence for a moment, followed by a series of 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 were not only Duruchi and Asur, but also Ainir and Aslai, and those who were not wearing armor or holding axes were the contestants.

An irrepressible excitement gradually surged in his heart. This competition 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 duel of strategies and skills, a rare elite duel.

"Do you understand the rules of betting?"

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

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

"Do we need to fight 12 games?"

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

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

"You are very smart, and have the same brain as Leng Lizard."

"Let me count."

"It's 9 games! Whoever comes today will have 9 games, I said!"

"It's obviously 12 games."

Telankar looked back and saw a Duruchi holding a wooden cup between his thighs like him, and 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. It was indeed 9 games, because the contestants had already started to take their positions.

"What are we betting on?"

"Of course, we are betting on which team will win."

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

It was very confusing. Telankar felt his head buzzing, but he seemed to, might, seemed to, vaguely know what he was betting on.

There were 4 teams in total, each team had 3 small teams, a total of 12 small teams. These 12 small teams competed in 9 venues at the same time. The winning team accumulated 1 point for the representative team, and the 4 teams competed for the only 6 points?

He counted on his fingers again, and combined with the discussions 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 2 small rounds behind, which added up to... 27 games?

In other words... there would be 18 points in total?

At this moment, Telankar glimpsed a little bit of the mystery of arithmetic. These 18 points will extend to infinite possibilities. If one team wins all three rounds, it will get 9 points, and the other teams will get other points. The highest score below 9 points is 6 points. Of course, this is no longer important. What is important is that if you bet on the winning team, you will get three times the profit.

"There will also be a situation where three teams have the same score. If one team loses all, the other three teams will get 6 points at the same time."

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

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

"You idiot." "Have you forgotten?"

"You think too much."

"Unless you bet on all the teams with the same score."

Once he understood the rules, the next step was what he was good at. This was a compulsory course for every Druch. He remembered that he could bet on up to 3 teams, and the maximum bet on each team was 20 silver sovereigns, which was 1 gold sovereign, and the minimum was 1 silver sovereign. If...if...the three teams each bet 1 silver sovereign, and bet on the team with the highest score, the profit will be equal, 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 bet on are equal, then it is a big profit, and the profit will be 9 times. If two of the three teams bet on are equal, then it is a small profit. If one of the three teams bet on is not within the bet range, then it is a big loss.

Combining the discussions around and his own calculations with his fingers, the situation where the four teams share 18 points will not exist. He calculated for a long time but couldn't figure it out.

"Maslan, who made this! I..."

The wailing of a Duruqi won his approval. He found that this process seemed to have no skills? He saw that the opponent of a sea guard seemed to be Ai Niel? Or Aslai? It was 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 Pirates and the other against Ainel with an axe? Or Aslai?

This... there is no skill at all! This was the first time he saw Ainel and Aslai, and he didn't know Ainel and Aslai at all. All based on luck and calculations? The theoretical profit of betting on three teams at the same time is the greatest, provided that the bet is correct. He breathed a sigh of relief, and he was glad that his previous choice was right, otherwise his only chips would be lost.

"Hand of the Witch King!"

The familiar voice echoed in the stands, like a thunderclap.

Telankar turned his head suddenly, and when he finished turning his head, he found that the Duruchi in the entire stand all cast their eyes on the Duruchi who had wailed before, with a malicious light in their eyes, which froze the man instantly.

"I... have a stomachache..." Duluqi stood up tremblingly with a pale face and full of fear, trying to force a smile, his voice was uneasy and trembling.

"It's on the right, just keep going and you'll see it." The guide pointed to the exit on the right in a calm tone and added considerately.

Duluqi, who had lost his words, nodded repeatedly and hurriedly walked to the exit on the right following the guide's instructions. He lowered his head and ran quickly, covering his face, trying to avoid all the staring eyes. However, the Duluqi around him obviously did not intend to let him go easily. Just as he hurriedly passed through the narrow aisle, several feet quietly stretched out.

"Ah!"

After he avoided one foot, he was tripped by the second foot that followed. He was tripped unexpectedly, staggered forward, and fell to the ground in embarrassment, causing a burst of laughter around him.

A Duluqi poured the remaining wine in the wooden cup on him and added a mouthful of saliva. The surrounding Duruchi were also trying to make up their feet, and had no intention of letting him stand up and walk out.

In the stands, not only the Duruchis were laughing, but the lizards also laughed, mocking his embarrassment without disguising, as if this was a perfect warm-up before the game.

"The game is about to start!"

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

The Duruchi who had spoken out of turn got up, his face was ashen, but he didn't dare to get angry. He got up and didn't 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 slip-up Duruchi 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 venue, 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 venue.

In fact, the competition venue was very simple, just nine circles, and the circles were temporarily drawn with talcum powder. The nine competition venues were already full of contestants, and each team was in place, looking at each other with scrutiny, with a focused and alert look. Or stretching out gestures, or making exaggerated movements to scold and provoke.

Next to each venue, 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 venues, there were five followers of high status standing next to one venue, talking and recording.

He soon noticed that the nine venues did not seem to intend to start the game at the same time. Although the referees were in their respective positions, they did not send a unified signal, and seemed to intend to let the games proceed one by one instead of at the same time. This arrangement was beyond his expectations, but he soon realized that this might be to allow the audience to focus on each battle one by one, and not miss any exciting moments due to distraction.

He adjusted his sitting posture slightly, ready to enjoy the fierce duel that was about to begin, and his eyes scanned back and forth between the arenas, looking forward to the call for the first game.

Maybe it was too much trouble, not enough fun, too few explosive points... the whole show effect.

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 high-ranking referees coming to the side of the field, obviously to witness this explosive duel.

The pirates waved 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 stadium. The Sea Guards' former elegance and demeanor had long since disappeared. Their faces were ashen, and they responded with fierce roars and curses. The two sides pointed at each other and glared at each other at a distance of just a few steps. If the referees had not stood in the middle to stop them, Telankar had no doubt that they would immediately break out into a sword fight.

The audience in the stands were infected by this tense atmosphere and waved their arms. The Duruchis' shouting and cursing came one after another. The air seemed to be filled with uncontrollable enthusiasm, and the skinks who didn't know the inside story also followed suit. Telankar looked at the guards on the sidelines and confirmed that they had no intention of stopping the audience from 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 of both sides and confirmed with both sides again. Then he led the two referees who were originally blocking to slowly retreat to the edge of the field to make room for the two sides to fight.

The referee blew the copper whistle decisively at the moment of leaving the field.

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

Hearing Baine's laughter, Celile covered his face helplessly, his eyes full of speechlessness. He was originally looking forward to 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 sea guards rushed towards each other like wild horses that had broken free from their reins, like two uncontrolled torrents. There was no tactical coordination, no discipline, no formation changes, and no one cared about the position of their teammates. There was nothing. Everything in the past was gone at this moment.

The pirates roared and waved their long knives and short knives, slashing hard, while the sea guards showed no less madness than the other side, and the two sides collided violently. Accompanied by roars and curses, fists, spears, blades, and shields were swung out without any rules, and both sides wanted to use all means to knock the other side to the ground.

Although the battle on the field was without rules, it was full of primitive wild power. Every blow was carried with a desperate determination. The blades and shields were intertwined, as if... there was no as if, but two irreconcilable hatreds erupted at this moment, wishing to knock the other side'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)