237 Ism Lodging a Complaint! (1/2)

As the days passed, the lives of the Winterfell inhabitants returned to normal.

The crisis caused by the Ancient Gods army less than a month ago was like a dream. As the new Dungeon Core was about to arrive in Winterfell, the first Dark Rider Tournament was officially commenced.

The 3,000 participants of the tournament came from Winterfell or the surrounding Dungeons. Two thousand of the participants were from Eternal Kingdom.

The tournament only catered for hundreds of participants, at most a thousand participants. Due to the overwhelming response, the tournament proceedings came to a halt. However, Onionhead was very enterprising, and he came up with a pre-tournament mass battle selection to choose 300 participants.

It took place at a huge Training Ground, and the mass battle wasn't open to the public.

Andrew arranged for his elite warriors to participate in the Dark Rider Tournament. He was unhappy with the sudden change by the Merchant Alliance to have a mass battle for the pre-selection.

To Andrew, his warriors couldn't fail. Even if they were placed in a mass battle, they would obtain the first prize.

His warriors were able to defeat all opponents, so he thought it was unnecessary to have semifinals and finals. The Dark Rider would be determined just by a selection contest!

Two thousand participants from Eternal Kingdom? That was a joke. Even if they had the numbers, they were like dispersed sand and fought among themselves for selfish gains. Perhaps they would have defeated themselves even before his warriors had the chance to fight them!

Though Andrew was jealous of Sherlock, he was condescending towards Sherlock's servants.

How could a bunch of Goblins, Gnomes, and Houndhead Men be compared to the high standards of a superior Devil?

During the selection contest, Sherlock was in front of Andrew. Sherlock was in an Airship with 1,000 warriors. He brought them to the contest location.

Two hundred of Eternal Kingdom's warriors were disqualified because they were late.

Andrew was laughing merrily once he heard the news. They were that ill-disciplined before the contest, which meant they would have no hopes during the contest. What could a bunch of Goblins, Gnomes, and Houndhead Men do in a battle?

Unless they were all Great Magicians, they were just sheep waiting to be slaughtered.

The contest commenced. As the third successor of Eternal Fire and a sponsor of a billion Magic Stones to Winterfell, Andrew had the qualifications to oversee the grand competition.

The contest rules stated that all participants were to use blunt weapons to prevent casualties. They only needed to knock out their opponents. This was a measure to deal with the Underworld Unions. If there were thousands of deaths in a tournament, it would alarm the Unions.

It might even cause widespread strikes, which would make the tournament not worthwhile.

If the Merchant Alliance were to lose these inhabitants, they would lose a huge fortune!

Onionhead's plan was perfect. Everyone cherished their lives. Even the rules stated the use of blunt weapons, so there would be few deaths. Even if there were deaths, they would be exceptions.

It was a common occurrence to have one or two casualties in a violent competition.

Once the contest started, the Eternal Kingdom gamers formed a Shield Wall Formation and swept across the battlefield like a vicious tornado. For those difficult opponents, like the towering Giants or the Werewolves, the gamers simply tossed their Bladder Bombs or used Mana.

Hundreds of instances of Mana were cast freely at the contest. After various explosions, there were tens of casualties and hundreds of participants who gave up.

It wasn't a competition, it was a war zone. The participants were vying for the alias of Dark Rider and the Magic Stones, they weren't there to throw away their lives.