Game of Thrones: Battle Royale Game

"The truth? Oh! Sir Lucien, please take pity on me, an old man. Can you speak more clearly?" Sir Wilder's mentality collapsed.

"Now, I only have one last question left." Ian did not answer, but asked an old question, "Are you sure you saw three black dragons when you were fighting the ghosts of White Wall City?"

"Why did you mention this issue?" Wilder seemed to have been questioned on this issue too many times, and he directly made an oath gesture.

"I swear on my honor, what I saw was a black dragon on a red background. They also asked me, but I have said it many times! Black dragon! Black dragon! I am sure it is a black dragon!" Wilder did not hold back at the end. The tone sounded like a roar.

"I remember it was at night when you fought the robber knight of White Wall City?"

"Did the Black Falcon mercenary you recruited tell you this?"

"It's not important. The important thing is, was the light bright at the time? Your battle took place in a room, was the light bright at the time?"

"The light at that time? The whole village was burning at that time." Wilder fell into the memory, "But the house where we fought was backlit, and it was pitch black. But my eyesight is very good, and I can see things in the dark." He added his defense.

"You can see things clearly in the dark, but it is impossible to see colors clearly. It is difficult for human eyes to really see colors clearly in the dark." Ian smiled and shook his head. In the dark, human eyes are mainly driven by vision. Rod cells move, and these cells can only distinguish between light and dark, not color!

"Can't you?" Wilder heard this statement for the first time.

"Yes, I am very sure, Sir Wilder, if the room is really dark as you said, it is impossible for you to distinguish the colors, so why are you so sure that what you saw must be a black dragon?" ? Instead of other colors?”

"This, this, I." Wilder himself became uncertain now, "I don't know, I don't know," he said twice, and then defended firmly, "But I remember it very well. Profound! Black dragon on red background! I remember it very deeply!"

"Red bottom? So you also saw red bottom?" Ian discovered a new question.

"Yes!" Sir Wilder became excited all of a sudden, "Red bottom! That's what I saw before I chased into the earthen house. The light was very bright at that time. I will never see it wrong at that time!"

Wilder shouted, as if he had finally found perfect evidence to defend his honor, "Black dragon on red background, red dragon on black background, anyone who has studied heraldry knows this! Black dragon on red background is the emblem of Black Fire!"

"But, you cut off the other person's burqa after entering the earthen house, didn't you see the coat of arms on his breastplate? What did you see before entering the house?" Ian took his time. He asked back, and things turned out to be just as he expected.

"This" Wilder suddenly opened his mouth wide and stood there stunned, "I saw it."

"The red color you see comes from the other person's burqa. That person was wearing a red burqa that day, right?"

"No, he was wearing a white burqa, but his chest was completely stained red with blood."

"Due to your familiarity with heraldry, the impressions of black dragon on red background and red dragon on black background have long been deeply engraved in your mind. So when you saw the three-headed dragon logo on the opponent's breastplate in the dark, , you subconsciously mistook the red color on the opponent's burqa as the base, and your first reaction was to see the black dragon." Ian explained for him.

"Oh! Seven levels of hell! This is so ridiculous. Heavenly Father forgive me." Wilder gasped, and he finally realized what the problem was.

"And if your judgment from the beginning when you saw the black dragon was an illusion, how did you start talking about the treasure of Black Fire?" Ian patted Wilder on the shoulder, "Okay, now everything is revealed. Baymax, it's time for us to make the guy pay the price for fooling you into thinking you were a fool."

Time has come to the sixth day that Ian has traveled to the world of ice and fire, and it is also the third day that he has stayed at Sir Willy Ward's manor.

In the past two days, Ian, who finally had a separate courtyard without being disturbed, started his own special training under the guidance of Rohr. Although Ian's initial performance was a mess, with excellent page data , the speed of his progress astonished even Rohr.

In addition, last night, the net cast by Ian at the Crossroads Inn brought him another head.

[My subordinates successfully kill a player, gain 2 points, and gain an additional 1 point of mental strength]

Because it was a kill by a subordinate, the basic points and additional attributes were halved, and probably because the player had already used up his initial points, this time even the points captured were gone, and the entire harvest could only be That's better than nothing.

After the update, Ian’s profile page changed to:

[Ian: Strength 26, Agility 24, Mental Strength 3

Skills: Basic etiquette, basic reading and writing of common language, advanced swordsmanship, advanced equestrian skills, intermediate lance skills

Attribute points: 0

Skill points: 0

Points: 19]

At this point, Ian has eliminated four players in just five days.

Of course, those players who didn't meet Ian were not so lucky.

As the players gradually completed the initial map running process and began to come into contact with each other, the trap set by Gou finally began to exert its due power.

The fourth day was a turning point. The system settlement report on the third night clearly showed that 96 players survived. By the fourth day, this number had become 92. And last night, this number was updated again. For 86.

Ian predicts that this first meat grinder game will end only after the number of players has been reduced to at least 70 or even less than half.

At that time, those who have obtained points by hunting players can get a short period of development time. Those players who still have not obtained points can only live in panic under the assassination mechanism of the standings at the end of each month.

After breakfast, Ian followed Rohr to the courtyard, preparing to start today's training.

However, before the training officially started, Bronn, who had been watching for two days, made a discordant voice: "How about you start training with more basic things first? There is nothing wrong with your posture, but the performance is very... Rough, like being a good swordsman once but not having touched a sword for many years.

Um, damn, what nonsense am I talking about? You look like you haven't been weaned yet. How could you be rusty? "He then shook his head again, rejecting the idea.

"I think you should be more respectful to your employer." Ian said speechlessly.