In the third level of death, in addition to the venue being changed and there being fewer players, the rules of the game have also been changed accordingly.
The points competition and promotion rules remain unchanged, and compared to the previous levels, the points awarded for promotion are less because the number of players in the last three levels is relatively smaller.
What has changed is the rules for selecting opponents. In the previous levels, the opponents are selected on the spot and played immediately. However, in the third level of death, the selection is made the day before, giving you one night to prepare, and the official match will not be until the next day. In this case, you can
Let the audience know the next day's events in advance and have time to choose the games they want to watch. This is where the Sky Tower makes money.
Competitions for many popular seeded players are even decided one or two weeks in advance, giving organizers ample time to promote them.
In view of this 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, ten of them together wouldn't be able to win a game.
After roughly confirming the strength level, Angel went to the draw area to select tomorrow's opponent.
The staff member was a lean old man with pigtails. He crossed his legs, smoked a cigarette and read a book. He looked very leisurely.
When Angel came closer, he smelled a sweet smell of smoke. Angel himself did not smoke, but this did not prevent him from judging the grade of tobacco. The tobacco smoked by this little braided old man must be of higher quality than Nawu.
The grade of Sika is higher.
"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.
He is so jealous even when he is reading a book? He seems to be a sentimental senior. Angel thought to himself.
The old man with pigtails didn't even look at Angel, didn't say anything, and just stretched out his hand and spread his palm.
Angel was stunned, not knowing what the old man with the pigtails meant.
He bent his open palm a few times, urging Angel to hurry up!
Are you asking for bribes? So blatant? Angel recalled that when he was a child, those cowards who curry favor with old Viscount Pat sometimes couldn't take the front line and came to bribe him and Lyon in a roundabout way. Therefore, he has been well versed in this since he was a child.
The secret was that others bribed him, and he had never bribed anyone else.
Angel carefully took out a magic crystal from his pocket and placed it in the palm of the old man's hand.
After the old man with pigtails took it, he was about to swipe it on the machine on the side, but suddenly he felt that something was wrong in his hand. He looked carefully at the object in his hand, and his eyes widened.
"Hey, little boy, why did you give me the magic crystal?" The old man with pigtails shouted angrily: "Are you trying to bribe me?"
Angel: Did he guess wrong that the old man with pigtails didn’t ask him for money?
The old man with pigtails shouted angrily: "You want to bribe me with just a magic crystal? Don't even think about it!"
Angel: It seems that the magic crystal is missing?
"No! Even if you give me more magic crystals, I won't be bribed! Unless you help me find the collector's edition of this book!" The old man with the braid looked mighty and unyielding, and then picked up the book on the table.
book of.
Only then did Angel clearly see the name on the book: "A Cool Summer".
What's important is not the title of the book, but the cover showing two indescribable spots on a **girl.
Angel:...Shameless old man!
After some explanations, Angel finally explained his purpose to the old man with braids.
"So you are a newly promoted person." The old man with braids stroked his beard and said with compassion on his face: "I asked you to get the information card, not to bribe you."
The old man with pigtails said with a smile, while he took the magic crystal that Angel gave him into his arms without any shame.
"This magic crystal is just a small lesson for you. Young people, you need to learn a lesson before you make any mistakes."
Angel's hands hidden in his robe clenched into fists.
"Bring it here, your information card."
Angel resisted the urge to hit and handed the information card to the old man with pigtails. After taking it, the old man checked it carefully and suddenly looked at Angel with strange eyes.
Even though he was wearing a wizard's robe, Angel still felt a numbness in his scalp.
This old man is not simple. This thought flashed through Angel's mind. Just the look in his eyes made him feel uncomfortable. He was definitely not taking it easy.
"Hehehe." The old man with pigtails laughed a few times: "I asked who it was, it turned out to be you."
"Senior, do you know me?"
"I don't know you, but I know you. That little Melanza has a very good impression of you."
Melantha is the supervisor of the Sky Tower. He can call Melantha "little girl", which shows that the status of this perverted old man is neither high nor low.
Angel was confused: Do these high-level officials have nothing to do on weekdays? Why do they all come to the lottery area to make guest appearances?
While 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 you want to draw lots now?" The little braided old man picked up the lottery box and shook it. There was a sparse voice in the box, "Did you hear that? There are not many players in the pool at the moment. Since Melanza is very optimistic about you,
I can give you some inside information..."
"There are currently only thirteen players in the competition pool...eight of them have points on the ranking list."
After the braided old man finished speaking, he pointed to the poster stuck behind him. On the poster was a table recording the ranking list for the thirteenth floor of the Sky Tower.
The so-called ranking list actually means the ranking list. However, the rankings here are not based on strength, but based on total points.
A total of the top 50 players in this tier are listed on the ranking table. Although points do not represent strength, being able to obtain high points also reflects personal strength to a certain extent.
The current ranking list for the thirteenth floor of the Sky Tower is that the first place has 197 points, the second place has 154 points, the third place has 99 points...the 50th place has 47 points.
Angel looked at the ranking list and frowned slightly.
He remembered that only 45 points were needed to advance. All the players on the ranking list had exceeded the points required for advancement, but none of them chose to advance.
"The strength of the last three tiers is not much different. It doesn't matter whether they advance or not. Once you are on the ranking list, you will receive a contribution point every month, and advancement will eliminate the current points, so many people simply don't advance."
The old man with braids explained.
"I see."
"Now you know, most of the people in the competition pool are people on the ranking list." The old man with pigtails smiled: "With your personal strength, even if you add alchemical weapons, it will be difficult for you to continue.
"
"Thank you, senior, for reminding me, I still have to wait in line." Angel said.
"That's up to you." The old man with braids handed the lottery box to Angel.
Angel reached in and made a selection. As expected, as the old man with pigtails said, there were very few balls to choose from.
Angel took out a ball at random, number: ooo539.
Soon, a row of words appeared on the transparent screen in front of the old man with braids: "Milk Baron vs. Wasteland Warriors"
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, it seems you are unlucky. You met the players on the ranking list as soon as you came here." The old man with pigtails shook his head.
Wasteland Warriors, ranked 37th in the ranking list, with 69 points.
According to David's information sheet, this wasteland warrior is a second-level apprentice who is fused with the blood of the Earth Fire Salamander. His defense is very high. Angel estimates that ordinary golden arrows will definitely not be able to break through the defense...
"I still want to draw lots," Angel said.
"you sure?"
"Sure."
The old man with pigtails did not speak. Looking at Angel's very determined expression, some doubts arose in his heart. He had just used a special technique to look at Angel's whole body. Except for the alchemy weapon on his wrist, there was nothing else.
Any method worthy of praise... Why is he so sure of winning?
"Well, I'm looking forward to your...means." The old man with pigtails thought that Angel was just seeking death. If it weren't for Sanders standing behind him, he wouldn't have bothered to mention: "You can continue to draw lots. Originally, according to the rules between you and Sanders,
Melanza's agreement is that the interval between the two games is 5 minutes, but because there are too few people in the pool, this agreement can only be temporarily invalidated. The specific time of your game will be reset when you come over tomorrow morning.
arrange."
"Let's draw now." The old man with pigtails put the lottery box in front of Angel.
Game 2: "Milk Baron vs. Night Twilight"
Night Twilight is still a player on the ranking list, ranked 41st, with 61 points.
Angel thought for a moment about Dark Night Twilight's information. He seemed to be a second-level apprentice on the bloodline side. He didn't know exactly what bloodline he was fused with. He only knew that his movements were erratic and fast.
Angel thought to himself: No matter how erratic he is, will he be as fast as Toby?
"I still want to draw lots," Angel said to the old man with pigtails.
The old man with pigtails squinted his eyes and finally shook his head: "You have zero points now, so giving you two chances to draw lots is already the bottom line. If you want to play more games every day, at least have a base of points first."
What the little braided old man said is right. He currently has an O score. There is a ranking table for the third level of death. If he loses once and his points are deducted, why should others help you continue to rank?
Also, if he was killed in the first game.
Then the second game won't give away points to others for free.
This is detrimental to the Sky Tower itself. If you don't show your strength, why should others help you blindly?
Thinking of this, Angel did not argue and nodded to express his acceptance.
"Before you leave, I'd better tell you, don't die." Otherwise, it will be difficult to explain to Sanders... The old man with pigtails muttered the remaining half of the sentence silently in his heart.
"Thank you, senior."
"Senior, please stop calling me. My name is Baroque."
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Although the outside world calls the last three floors of the Sky Tower the third level of death, it seems that you must go through the third level of death to reach the top.
But for Angel, it is not the third level, but the second level. His goal is to reach the top. Once he reaches the fifteenth level, he does not need to continue to participate in the war. In other words, Angel needs to face
Only players on the 13th and 14th floors are correct.
For Angel, these are the last two levels, so many hidden methods should be available.
Toby has been practicing various coordination with him these days, so it’s time to take him out for a walk!