Chapter 435 The Ten Thousand Races Competition Begins! Monster Players from Each Race!
Before the Ten Thousand Races Competition, the members of the Miners' Earth Spirit Tribe had never seen Su Bai.
Because Uncle Li gave a death order, before the Ten Thousand Races Competition, no one was allowed to disturb the Blue Star players who had registered for the Competition in any form.
The focus of attention is Su Bai.
Now that Su Bai is the face of Blue Star, his importance is self-evident.
Just like that, under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the second Ten Thousand Races Competition after Blue Star settled in the Endless Continent officially began.
January 1, 10347 of the Pantheon Calendar, the Holy Land of the Blood Clan -
Mela Castle.
This is the ancient city of the vampires and is also the main city of the vampire territory today.
Just like the last Ten Thousand Races Competition, it was the turn of the vampires to host this opening ceremony, and the speaker on stage was the king of the vampires—
Dela Cain Modima.
He was wearing a blood-red suit with a high stand-up collar that obscured his features. When he delivered his opening speech, only his deep voice could be heard but his face could not be seen.
This was completely different from Azriel's opening speech style.
Compared to the latter's magnanimity, the former is like a child with autism. Not only is his tone extremely cold, but his speech is also dragging and prolonged.
However, what was said at the opening ceremony was basically the same, so it doesn’t matter whether you listen to it or not.
The kings who came to attend the opening ceremony were almost falling asleep while waiting.
If there weren't a king in the alliance who needed to attend the opening ceremony of the Ten Thousand Races Competition, they might not have been willing to come.
"MD, Modima is so slow! Who wrote this speech for him? Doesn't he know he has a stutter?"
The Red Dragon Queen Aphra slumped in her seat, cursing, her expression full of impatience.
Eve of the Forest Spirit chuckled, "The Queen is joking. Modima doesn't stutter. He just stays in the blood coffin for many years and is not good at talking."
Aphra pursed her lips: "What's the difference between that and stuttering? If you just stay in the coffin all day, you will get moldy."
The other kings smiled knowingly, and the waiter next to them heard people talking about their king behind his back, but he didn't dare to say anything.
Everyone knows the character of the Red Dragon Queen. She is irritable and quick-tempered, and when she gets angry she can fight anyone.
It would be fine if it was the king of a high-ranking race, but if these servants dared to say a word more, they would be torn to pieces on the spot. Moreover, their own king would never cause trouble for the Red Dragon Queen for small characters like them.
Even if there is a verbal argument, it will end up in nothing.
After hesitating for more than an hour on Gaotai Mountain, the vampire king Modima finally finished reading the manuscript in his hand.
As the players who were invited to watch the ceremony finished their salute, he moved his steps and slowly returned to his seat.
Although he has a slender figure, he looks like a fat pig with the body of a worm wriggling.
"Hurry up, you didn't say you were tired, but I'm tired of hearing it."
Aphra said to Modima impatiently, "Okay, I'm leaving now. Come back in a few days."
After saying that, she prepared to get up and leave.
Suddenly Azriel said, "Queen, wait a moment!"
Aphra turned her head and continued, "There's no need for the Red Dragon Queen to be so anxious. Aren't you going to watch today's opening game?"
Aphra frowned, "What's so interesting about this low-level battle?"
"Recently, because of the Scourge, the little guys in the tribe have been getting more and more aggressive. I've been busy suppressing them every day and don't have time to play house with you guys."
Azriel smiled and said, "You are joking, Queen. The Ten Thousand Races Competition is the highest level of competition in the Endless Continent. How can it be considered a game of house?"
Aphra snorted coldly and said, "Don't pretend. Everyone knows that the Ten Thousand Races Competition is only for geniuses who need fame to participate. Will you let the real core descendants of the major races participate?"
"These players are at best first-rate geniuses, and are still far from being true monster-level players."
Suddenly, Modima next to him slowly said: "That may not be the case. There are many real 'evil spirits' in this year's list of participants."
As the organizer of this year's competition, Modima is well aware of the contestants.
"oh?"
Aphra raised her brow.
She has been busy suppressing the five-colored dragons that challenged her throne recently, and has indeed not paid much attention to this year's Ten Thousand Races Competition.
I only heard Modima say:
"For example, Bolton of the Behemoths, the Demon Hunter Gale of the Night Elves, Jingfeng of the Demons, and Dupont Janet of the Flügel..."
"as well as--"
"Blue Star player, Su Bai."
"All of the above are the monster-level players who have attracted much attention this year."
Even Aphra couldn't help but snort after hearing this, and then looked at the kings present with surprise.
"Are you really willing to let them out?"
You have to know that these contestants are either descendants of the current kings, or they are highly expected by their clans and have a great chance of inheriting the throne in the future.
But without exception, these players are all monstrous geniuses who are the best among their peers.
It can even be said that if time moves forward one or two hundred years, the kings sitting here will not be them, but the players whose names have been read out.
Not every high-ranking race has such a monstrous player.
There are dozens of high-ranking races and top races, but together there are less than a dozen people, which is almost half of the participants.
Modima included Su Bai in their ranks, which was definitely not because he looked down on Su Bai, but rather it was the greatest recognition of Su Bai's potential.
The kings looked at each other, but no one answered Aphra's question.
However, they all knew in their hearts that the reason why these geniuses, who could be regarded as the "treasure-level" of the clan, were released to compete was all because of the secret trial not long ago.
Su Bai's performance in it really shocked all the kings, and also aroused their fighting spirit.
They wanted to see whether Su Bai, who had the title of "Brave Man," was stronger, or the successor who was carefully trained by their clan?
There are geniuses in every era!
Even if Su Bai defeated those ancient monsters in the secret realm, it does not mean that the kings have admitted defeat.
Whether it is a mule or a horse, you have to take it out for a walk to know its strength.
Seeing that the kings acquiesced to Modima 's words, Aphra laughed and said:
"You are really willing to do this! Haha, these players are all participating in the Intermediate Division, right? Aren't you afraid that Su Bai will beat them to death?"
When many kings heard this, their faces suddenly turned dark.
What are you talking about? What are you talking about!
If you can't lie, just say less!
The Behemoth King was the first to speak in a low voice, "The strong men of our tribe are not like the weaklings of some royal courts, who are just small monkeys. Wherever the Behemoths pass, not even dregs will be left!"
As soon as these words were spoken, Qiao Xuer, the king of the cat-eared tribe who was also one of the five royal courts, also looked gloomy.
