Merklin was not reconciled to failure, and he fought back again, using the combat skills with divine power one after another. At this time, Merklin seemed crazy.
"Holy light!"
"Holy fire!"
"Holy strike!"
"Boom... Boom... Boom..."
Fierce battles broke out again, the battlefield was filled with bursts of explosions, white light and black mist entangled with each other, the two sides were coming and going, and they had already fought dozens of moves.
Kadina leaned gently against Char, "Sister Xia, do you think Merklin will win?"
Shaar shook his head, "I can't win, Ron's undead creatures are too terrifying, Merklin can't win!"
There was another burst of smoke on the battlefield, and bursts of cheers came from the auditorium. They didn't expect Ron to save a hand. The strength of the summoned skeleton knight was too strong, and Merklin was defeated steadily.
"Hehe! Let me show you how it is?" "Ron" smiled, holding his bone stick high, and muttering something.
At this time, a flash of sharpness flashed in his eyes, "Frost Nova!"
The frozen aura continued to condense towards Merklin, and quickly froze Merklin. At this moment, he was beyond horrified, because he couldn't move.
"Damn it, my body! I can't move my body!"
In an instant, Merklin's body was covered with solid ice, and his whole body froze in an instant.
"Ron" smiled slightly, raised one hand lightly, and spit out a word lightly from his mouth.
"burst!"
With a sound of "Boom -", a huge explosion resounded throughout the audience, and a burst of icy cold air permeated the air instantly, and along with the sound of the explosion, it continued to spread outward.
"Quick! Get out of the way!" Xia Ya and everyone in the 787 dormitory panicked. At this moment, she felt a burst of cold air invade her body, which did not have much fighting spirit protection, and her movements became slow.
At this time, the duel field has been completely covered by frost, and everyone's speed has been slowed down.
Merklin let out a "clack" sound, and his teeth kept chattering. At this moment, he realized that his strength was far from Ron's. A feeling of invincibility instantly occupied his heart. At this moment, he regretted Incomparable.
In the auditorium, as the frost nova exploded, their emotions rose to the highest point, and they cheered and cheered for Ron endlessly.
At the same time, some people's focus changed from talking about Ron to talking about undead magic.
"Tsk tsk tsk, the ancient undead magic is so powerful, and the undead magic we know now, it is one in the sky and the other in the ground!" A student in the audience said in admiration.
"Hey! Why did I choose the profession of magician? I would have known how to become a necromancer!" Another female student spoke with envy, and she was deeply impressed by the charm of undead magic.
A boy next to him questioned, "Even if the ancient undead magic is so powerful, this Ron is only sixteen years old, how could he have such powerful strength?"
"Woo!"
Merklin struggled to get up, he shook his head, looked at Ron's body, his vision blurred for a while, at this moment, he felt a sweetness in his throat, and spit out a mouthful of blood.
He moved his body and found that his injury was more serious than he thought.
A trace of fear flashed in Merklin's eyes. He couldn't fight anymore, otherwise he would surely die. He yelled, "I won't fight, I won't fight, I surrender! I surrender..."
"Surrender?" Huomelin couldn't help being startled. At this time, Merkel had already taken the opportunity to flee back to the people in the 787 dormitory, for fear that Ron would continue to attack.
"Dormitory 787 surrendered, and Dormitory 302 won. I declare that Dormitory 302 is the final champion of the college ranking competition! Dormitory 787 is the runner-up..."
The instructor lost no time in announcing the winners and losers of the qualifying finals and the winners and runners-up.
The people in the 302 dormitory could hardly believe their ears, the champion, we finally won the championship and stood at the pinnacle of the academy. Is this a dream? If this is a dream, don't wake up so soon!
"Victory, we finally won, champion, we are the champion!" A burst of joy went to the head, and the 302 dormitory embraced, jumped, and shouted to celebrate the final victory.
In fact, the outcome of this game is very controversial. For example, if Ron fell first, should he lose at that time? Secondly, if Aurora and others voluntarily quit the battle and then rushed to the field, is it a violation? Rules of the game
However, these are not important. The important thing is that Ron's powerful undead magic has convinced everyone, and everyone thinks that the 302 dormitory should win the championship.
Merklin stood up silently. At this time, he was a little lost. Not only did he lose the final, but he also couldn't kill Ron, and he couldn't complete the task assigned to him by the Holy See. His eyes were full of hatred for Ron.
He glanced at the people in the 787 dormitory, turned and left without saying a word.
"Ron, that's great, we won!" Aurora ran to Ron quickly, cheering, screaming and jumping. The joy of victory made Aurora, who had always been rigorous, become like a crazy girl.
Ron stood blankly, at this moment, his body suddenly went limp, and fell into Aurora's arms.
Aurora was shocked, and supported him, "Ron... Ron... what's wrong with you?"
…
After the game, in Dean Platts' office. "Dong dong dong—" knocked on the door.
"come in!"
"Master Dean!" Dabs opened the door and walked in.
Platz was wearing glasses, and was concentrating on an ancient document about undead magic. When he was reading it with great interest, he saw him coming in and said without raising his head, "Is there something wrong?"
Dabs nodded, "There is indeed something!"
Platz reluctantly put down the book in his hand, took off his glasses, reached out and rubbed his eyes, "Say it!"
Dabs took a deep breath, "The thing about Merkelling in the qualifying finals has caused some impact. I wonder if he was given..."
"You mean fired?" Platz asked, looking up.
Dabs hesitated, "Yes!"
"Did he drop out himself? Or finish?" Platts asked.
"Not really!" Dabs replied honestly.
You must know that the graduation certificate of the college cannot be issued casually. According to the regulations of the Balovaks College, only those who have reached the level of teachers can be allowed to graduate. In other words, those who can't even reach a high level have nothing, and leave with their own bags.
The graduation certificate of Balovaks College is recognized all over the continent. Of course, it is only recognized, and it needs its own strength to prove it.
Merklin's strength is not yet at the level of graduation, so Platz asked this question.
Platz thought for a while, but still shook his head, "This is inappropriate!" He paused and said, "Based on the college's regulations and the laws of the Roland Empire, students who kill each other due to fighting will be expelled from school and sent to the hospital. The city guards dealt with it, except for the miss in the ranking battle... "
"Merkeling accepted the order of the Holy See, and there is no doubt that he had the motive to kill Ron, the ancient necromancer. However, this is only a motive, not a fact. Although his behavior is inappropriate, I cannot follow the rules. Deal with him!"
Dabs nodded and said with a smile, "I thought the same way before, I was just worried that he would be bad for Ron! Wouldn't it be better to eliminate this hidden danger..."
Platz smiled and said, "Don't worry, I don't think Merklin is capable of killing Ron. Today's battle is a good illustration of everything..."
Dabs nodded, "Master Dean, the Holy See will not let it go, I think they will definitely come up with new ways to deal with Ron! Do we need to make some preparations?"
Platts pondered for a while, "It's okay, the Holy See will not conflict with us for a Ron, and this is our territory, they can't do anything, they can only do some small tricks behind the scenes, such as assassination or something , Of course, as long as it doesn't blatantly anger me, I don't bother to take care of him!"
Dabs nodded, hesitated and asked, "Dean Platts, I've always had a question, and I don't know if I should ask it."
"Just ask!"
"Is there any purpose for you to protect Ron so much that you even offended the Holy See?" Dabs asked cautiously.
"Of course!" Platz nodded, and admitted generously, "My purpose is to let Ron coach the Undead Department and make the Necromancer a profession. Judging from today's finals, my determination has been strengthened. Judging from today's game, it shouldn't be long before Ron breaks through to the division level, and by then, he will be the instructor of our Barovac College's Undead Department!"
Dabs was dumbfounded when he heard that, "Dean... Dean, what you said is true? But what good will this do for us?"
"Some things don't need to talk about benefits, such as undead magic!" Platz smiled and raised the book in his hand, "I took the time to read books about undead magic, and found that undead magic not only has a glorious history, but also Splendid civilization, their way of cultivation is beyond our comprehension, but the powerhouses of the same level are by no means inferior to the powerhouses of any of our professions. I think such a great profession should not be annihilated in the long river of history... "
Dabs murmured, "That seems to be a matter of that continent in ancient times!"
"That's right!" Platz nodded, "The name of that continent is Omrose!"
Platts sighed, "But it's very strange, starting from the New World, that is, Noah's Continent, there seems to be a fault in history, and all things related to the necromancer disappeared directly, as if the magic of the undead never appeared Generally, this makes me very puzzled, and it feels like the powerful undead dynasty disappeared overnight... "
Dabs stopped talking, and he sighed softly.
Platts smiled, "So, I decided to help Ron revive the undead system, if he has the ability!"
Dabs nodded, "In that case, I'll take a good look at him!"
"That's not necessary!" Platts waved his hand. "I believe he is capable of dealing with some troubles. If he doesn't have this ability, it will be a waste of my thoughts."
"That's it!" Platz waved his hand, "Go and see if he is awake. If he is awake, let him come here. I want to see him..."
"Yes! Master Dean!" Dabs bowed and retreated.