The fifth king of the elves

Chapter 1031 1031. Create a record, then refresh it

Arden was not the only one who discovered the anomaly. Someone from Galar's publicity department discovered a jaw-dropping thing while counting the interesting data that appeared in the competition.

Dandi played nineteen big games in one day, winning all the small games.

Qibana, Kawu, and Nie Zi played the [-]th, [-]th, and [-]th big games respectively, and won all the small games.

Galar's well-known trainers did not take advantage of the convenience of the home court to negotiate a compromise with the trainers of the match, and their identities did not allow it, so they were always rushing to the field.

Under such running and rushing to the field, Dandi still managed to finish [-] games, and the elf was not tired, which is very rare.

It also proved Dandi's powerful strength. He could kill any opponent in one shot, without wasting any extra time, and won cleanly.

I thought Dandi was the trainer who played the most games since the start of the competition today, but after the system data was screened, the members of the publicity department on the night shift looked at the name on the top of the big screen that stabilized Dandi's head, and opened their mouths.

Luther, who played 37 consecutive big games and lost a total of 110 small games, stands out from the crowd.

He created a record of losing streak in a big game and a record of losing a small game in one day under the championship system.

After detailing Luther's game data, the coffee in the hands of all night watchmen suddenly tasted stale, and the sweet and greasy cakes also lost their taste.

"Just kidding..." Seeing the data arranged by the system, some people even stuffed their fingers into their mouths.

The fastest defeat record was set by Luther's Shuttlecock Cotton.

Two seconds after entering the battle, he was hit by the freezing light of the opponent's armored shell, and instantly lost his combat ability.

The record for the longest engagement time is held by Luther's Tibrim.

In the battle with Ma Huanla, Tibrim had a 15-minute tug of war with Ma Huanla, which was the most intense match so far.

This game is also the game with the most skill releases since the start of the game.

Fastest time to lose a big game.

Luther lost his three elves within 20 seconds.

"This... what is this situation, repeated defeats and repeated battles?"

The people in the propaganda department were stunned. They couldn't understand why Luther's data was so strange.

Luther's footprints were all over the well-known towns of Galar, and his battle speed was extremely fast. He often rushed to the next venue shortly after losing a game, and started to lose another game.

The people from the propaganda department took out a map and drew Luther's trajectory on it, and found that he had traveled more than half of Galar in one day!

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, not knowing how to digest the information for a while.

"Report it?" someone hesitated to ask.

All kinds of data show that this trainer named Luther has a strange smell, and they can even smell the ominous breath emanating from this person.

"Let's suppress it for the time being, and wait for a day or two before we talk about it."

A middle-level person who was obviously capable of speaking spoke up.

"Let's not rule out the possibility that other people are addicted to cooking. Some trainers will specialize in some elves. Luther's ability to rush to the field so quickly may have something to do with the speed of his specialization in elves."

"None of these can explain anything, and we need to continue to observe."

"Tomorrow, a person will be assigned a little bit to observe this person's data, and report back if there is any abnormality."

"The championship has just been held, so we can't make a big fuss over some trivial matters. This will be detrimental to the overall situation. Everyone needs to act more prudently."

When these announcements were made, Arden had already come to the cafeteria full of doubts, enjoying his supper.

If he walked 10 minutes late, he would definitely be able to participate in the discussion about Luther, a strange trainer, and he would be able to convey the news he knew.

However, both he and the middle-level manager in the propaganda department had similar fantasies, thinking that Luther was addicted to food, and he was being overwhelmed.

For the first time, the low-level trainers had a stage to show themselves. After losing the game, they became red-eyed and frantically wanted to prove themselves. As a result, the more they lost, the more they lost.

Propaganda soon discovered the folly of their rosy fantasies.

Late at night on the second day, after changing shifts again, the night shift staff who sorted out the data had already slumped on a chair when they looked at Luther's atlas for the next day.

"Damn it."

"I'm...sorry, I didn't mean to be swearing, but it's really..."

"How did he do it, who will explain to me?"

On the data map, Luther lost 53 big games in a row on the second day, a total of 150 nine small games.

If the "results" of the first day are included, Luther lost a total of 270 big games and [-] small games in two days.

Luther, did not win a game.

In the list of the number of matches, Luther leads the pack with 43 matches, which is exactly double that of Dandi with [-] matches.

Luther broke two more records, which he also set on the first day.

He refreshed the number of games in a single day to 53 games.

The fastest defeat speed was also updated to [-] seconds.

In the opening [-]:[-] seconds, the wind goblin was defeated by the strong chicken.

"It's not right, it's absolutely not right, no matter how good a person is, I can lose so much... I can't believe that I lost so much in a one-day appointment!"

"Isn't his elf not weary?"

"The battle cities are far apart, and he is on the road, how many elves are rotated to ensure this speed of movement?"

The uproar of the data group caused other people who were on the night shift to get up to watch the excitement.

Arden gnawed on a croissant and drank iced juice, leisurely strolling over, jokingly asked his colleagues, "What are they talking about?"

"You can tell by looking at the big screen. There was a trainer named Luther who lost ninety games in two days and didn't win a game."

Arden squirted the juice onto the floor with a puff.

The members of the Propaganda Department nearby turned their heads to look over, but Arden ignored those strange eyes. He pushed away the colleagues in front of him, walked closer to the big screen, and pushed the glasses that were a bit difficult to use due to the deepening of the prescription, and saw the names and photos on them clearly.

The corner of Luther's mouth in the photo on the homepage curled up slightly, a half-smile.

At this time Arden looked at the data on the big screen, and then looked at Luther's expression, a feeling of being ridiculed spontaneously.

Someone recognized Arden and wondered what the newcomer was up to.

"Last night, I also saw this person when I was screening the exciting moments related to the game."

Luther lost ninety games, and it was normal for passers-by and spectators to find out about it. Everyone didn't take this matter to heart.

But Arden's next words made their scalps tingle.

"The moment he and his elf lost was very...very" Arden thought for a while, finding the right words.

"Colorful...very contagious. Among the materials I found today, I even encountered several specially hired photographers submitting materials about Luther."

Hearing this kind of thing, the employees of the publicity department who were on the night shift were all dizzy, and they followed Yaden to their team's office area.

The person who edited the video just cut out the part where Luther and the elf lost the game.

"Wait a minute, go back and play it again for me to see."

The person who was editing the video was shocked and followed the instructions.

The game against the elves is Luther's woolly sheep and the opponent's Rumbling Rock.

Long Longyan's rolling attack was very powerful. The woolly sheep stretched out its hands to resist, but was knocked away.

When Luther took the velvet back, he walked up to the velvet and stroked his body, feeling sad inwardly.

The match was held in the evening, and the afterglow of the setting sun shone behind Luther, and a long shadow spread forward, cutting open the battlefield.

The time on Luther's body tended to be gloomy, but the trainer who won the game faced the sunset and laughed heartily.

This capture is so wonderful, the blend of light and shadow is like a master oil painting.

Galer also hired many high-level photographers for the layout of the championship, and their standards were fully reflected in the well-conceived photos.

However, the people in the publicity department now only feel a headache when they see these superb photos.

Arden clicked on his computer desktop and pulled out a folder named Luther.

After discovering some abnormalities last night, Arden immediately searched all the video files of the game with Luther's trainer number, which is available in every camera position.

On his meticulously edited defeat album, Luther and his elves lose games in all sorts of ways.

While running, Nidona suddenly bumped into a protrusion on the ground, losing her balance. The opponent caught this short moment in time and sent her out of the game.

Meng Yao and Ghost Stone competed in spiritual power, but because of lack of ability, they were backlashed, trembling in the air in pain, and fell to the ground unconscious.

The wind speed dog's gnawing skill was weak, giving the opponent a chance to launch a destructive light, and was directly pushed into the air, causing heavy damage.

Wearing fancy costumes, the different-colored warrior eagle charged bravely against Raichu's thundering skills, and fell on the way of the charge, which can be called heroic.

The old Hei Lujia was played with speed by the young Aoguyan, and finally collapsed due to exhaustion, which can be regarded as losing to his age.

Because Tiburim was severely injured in the face, he suddenly burst into tears and did not resist, and was immediately sent out of the game.

Yaden felt something weird while watching the video yesterday, but after watching the whole process today, he didn't think there was anything wrong.

Losing every game is justifiable, either looking inferior or looking unlucky.

Either the elf's physical condition is not satisfactory, or the trainer's own instructions are out of date...

In short, in Luther's game, the loss was reasonable and normal.

but…

Just looking back at the big screen in the control room of the propaganda department, everyone knows how abnormal this normality is.

The middle management who felt the need to wait and see yesterday broke out in a cold sweat.

"We can't handle this matter. After dawn, report it immediately."

"Luther... is not a good person."

(End of this chapter)