Although this boy named Sam's superficial ability is not too strong, his potential cannot be compared with ordinary people with the hero's template.

The strength of the summoning creature Water Dragon sealed under the card is far from its former elite template state, so it is already certain that the elite template can greatly improve the character's ability.

However, since Lance has obtained the primary insight, the only elite creatures he has seen are the water dragon he met in the mountains. Even Oufan, known as the swordsman, the talented people Lavenkes, and Fiona, are just ordinary templates. Therefore, it can be understood how Lance felt when he saw an unprecedented hero template.

*Templates do not represent absolute strength, but only represent the character's talent. Advanced templates will have one or more attributes or skills bonuses, and will be advanced in the order of ordinary templates, elite templates, hero templates and destiny templates.

This talent must be won.

When Lance thought about this, he waved to Mosen and whispered a few words in his ear.

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Behind the iron gate, there is a stone brick corridor, and at the end is a place for the contestants to rest. However, the style in the design is preserved here, and the whole room is filled with all kinds of evil things such as torture instruments and shackles, adding a hint of cruelty and tension to the atmosphere - of course, these things are just simple decorations now.

The boy was sitting on the chair and gasping, while a girl about the same age as him was carefully dealing with the wound on his face for him. Her small eyebrows were frowning, but she pursed her worries and didn't say anything.

If you don’t look at the firm expression on the boy’s face, you will find that these two are just half-aged children. Although in the Abyss, no one will hold back at you just because you are a child, this fact is still too cruel.

This lounge is about 70 square meters and accommodates forty or fifty players. This is not all the contestants participating in this competition, but according to the number of games, the people who participated in the warm-up competition with the boys belong to this place. Some of them are dejected and regret their performance in the arena, while others are calm. Obviously, those who performed well. Just a simple glance can tell the difference.

The boy named Sam did not belong to either of them. He sat still and looked at the pair of Daleson brothers who were chatting and laughing.

Such a provocative sight naturally prone to cause unhappiness among others. The Delson brothers are not mediocre men, so they naturally will not be able to detect the hostility behind them. They couldn't help but turn around and cast a cold glance at the boy.

Why is it this ignorant brat who knows the world again? Their eyes seem to be saying this.

Originally, they were also powerful mercenaries, and they could not be too fond of a boy who had not grown enough. But what should I say? The boy's eyes made them feel very unhappy, just like being targeted by dormant beasts in the wasteland or in the leaves. What, they were obviously just a guy with poor strength.

The brothers, who were of different heights but extremely similar, stood up from the chair and gave Sam a malicious look: "Wow, I think someone stared at us. It turned out to be the nosy guy just now." The brother said slickly.

"Glap again, and then glare again and dig out the remaining eyes of your eyes!" the younger brother continued viciously.

But the boy was not afraid and still did not look away, but looked directly at them, which made the girl around him retreat back with some fear. She was not a contestant, but just a companion of the boy, and could barely be said to be a relative.

Such a scene fell into the eyes of the Daleson brothers, and their expressions became even more playful. They pressed their withered dead faces to Sam, glanced at him sideways, and his purple lips bent into a strange arc: "Boy, where is the guy you helped in the field just now? You were injured for him, why didn't I see his person?"

It turned out that the target of the Delson brothers who started to cheat on the field just now was not Sam, but a guy with poor strength. So the cunning brothers deliberately set up a trap to try to kill the annoying unlucky guy in front of him with the monster.

But Sam not only destroyed the arrangement of the two brothers, but also directly competed with the Delson brothers. But ironically, the guy who was rescued by Sam saw that the limelight was wrong and had already escaped as soon as the game ended. The lounge here was not visible, so it became the words used by the Delson brothers to disgust Sam.

So far, the young man who didn't say a word finally spoke, but he only had one sentence.

"See you in the game!"

The Delson brothers were so angry that they laughed. Before they could teach this nosy boy a lesson, the other party even made it clear that they were going to have a fight with him?

"Okay, but why do you have to wait so long? Let's just..."

The Delson brothers were about to reach out to the weapon around their waists, but they were stopped by a group of guards who rushed into the room. They had already recognized that they were the organizer.

"What's going on?" The leader was the black iron dwarf Rud. Since the completion of this death arena, he and his mercenary patrol were transferred here by Lance to take over the security work. It has to be said that the dwarf likes to show his mighty attitude in front of a group of mercenary villains. He coldly opened his face, making his black charcoal face darker, and shouted in a thick voice: "Don't you, you damn trash, don't you know that the county magistrate said that you are not allowed to cause trouble outside the field, and the violators are disqualified and beat them to death - if you have any dissatisfaction, go to the field to vent, you disgusting maggots!"

Although he was dissatisfied with the dwarf's attitude, no one really dared to hit the other party. Let's not talk about whether the dwarf could drag people out and kill them as he said. However, the county magistrate he mentioned was indeed a sharp sword hanging around everyone's neck. As long as you were in Gulu Ridge, no one could avoid this name.

The Delson brothers would never dare to cause trouble at this time. Although they were confident in their skills, the county magistrate had slaughtered a mercenary group dozens of times better than him.

The room was extremely quiet for a moment. Rude was very satisfied with the effect of the fox and tiger power. He then coughed and shook a notice and read it slowly: "Now the promotion list is announced. Those who report their names will go to the main hall to draw lots, where the next promotion match will be listed."

As the dwarf finished his sentence, the atmosphere in the room immediately changed. If it had become silent just now, even a needle fell to the ground could be heard. Every contestant waiting here held his breath and focused, looking forward to Rud's number to report.

“13,8,7,31,9,16…”

The numbers are not announced in order, but are determined according to the players' grades. The Delson brothers passed early. Their proud expressions on their faces should not be too arrogant. On the contrary, the other people who did not have their names all looked ashen and prayed desperately.

To be honest, Sam's face is not good now. He clearly killed two D-level armored rhinestones on the field, but he still hasn't heard Rude report his name.

"The last one is 2..." The dwarf had already reported the list to the end, his mouth widened, and reported numbers that made Sam worried.

"27, the above is the number of people who passed this time. Come to the hall to draw lots." After reporting everything, the dwarf had a random list of places and planned to flash people, but what was left was a completely opposite atmosphere of excitement and unwillingness.

Sam looked at the number 26 number plate that he was holding tightly in his hand, but he showed deep reluctance.

Why? Why are even the guys who only killed two E-level shadow wolves on the list, but they don’t have their own numbers...

"Oh, little dear, what did you say just now?"

"By the way, it seems like I'm going to duel with me, wait, tsk... Why didn't I hear your number just now?"

The Delson brothers naturally would not miss such an opportunity to disgusting opponents and sing and sing and sing and running Sam.

"Hey, don't be too late. Players who have passed the game will go to the lottery. Those who have not passed will leave on their own." Rude urged him when he saw something happening here.

"Okay OK OK OK Then we'll see you in the game."

"Brother, you made a mistake. This kid didn't pass at all!"

"Ah hahahaha, such a weak trash wants to challenge our brothers. I said, no matter how high the world is, there should be a limit. Forget it, brothers like this kind of trash will not play with you."

The two brothers left a string of sneering smiles, passing by Sam's side in a daze, leaving only a stubborn boy, clenching his fists with gritted teeth.

"Sam." The little girl beside him looked at him worriedly.

"Don't worry, Ampere, even if this time is not successful, I will definitely earn back the bonus and treat Dipole's illness next time." Although the boy said this, in order to comfort the girl around him, his heart seemed to be tormented by fire. This was not just his unwillingness, but he knew very well that Dipole's illness could not be delayed for too long, if there was no money...

Sam bit his lips tightly and even bleeded.

"Oh, by the way."

Just when Sam was in a state of chaos, Rud had just stepped out and took back his foot. He slapped his forehead, as if he had suddenly remembered something, and asked the eliminators who were shrouded in the lounge, "Who is No. 26?"

Sam was immersed in his reluctance and did not hear the dwarf's words until the little girl called Ampere next to him pushed him: "Sam, they seem to be calling you."

Sam suddenly woke up.

"Is there no one?" the dwarf asked in a high voice again.

"I'm here, Mr. Dwarf." Sam stood up with a sign.

"Why is it a little devil?" Rud muttered to himself, then turned his head to Sam: "Come with me."

"What's the matter?" Saying that Sam has been eliminated now, he doesn't understand why the other party is looking for him.

The black iron dwarf's irritable temper was retorted: "If you ask you to come, you will come. Why are there so many reasons - are you coming?"

In fact, poor Sam asked only one question.

However, he didn't dare to disobey the other party. Even if he was eliminated, the little boy might not have had a trace of luck in his heart - maybe they just got the wrong ranking and could still make up for themselves to participate.

When Sam thought about this, his heart became active again. It was the teenager's nature. He turned his head and said to the girl beside him: "Amber, you're here to wait for me."

"Yes." The pale-faced and thin girl nodded.

After saying this, Sam followed the dwarf in front of him.

This is a long ladder, which is completely different from the route Sam took before. The difference is that the competition venue is downward and the road continues to extend upward. Sam is a little worried. Although he is afraid of offending the dwarf, he still can't suppress his curiosity that is about to burst out.

"Mr. Dwarf, where are we going?"

"Go to meet someone." Rud replied in a rough voice.

"Who is it?"

"Ahhh," the storyteller kept it a secret, "You will know it when you see it."

Sam shut his mouth quietly and was full of anticipation for the meeting at the end of the ladder.
Chapter completed!