Moran took a deep breath and used the "Healing Guard". After a while, Ron's injury recovered rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Ron's scars recovered, but to Moran's surprise, he hadn't woken up yet.
"what happened?"
Moran reached out and grabbed Ron's arm, checked it carefully, but found nothing unusual, she couldn't help frowning.
"His injury is obviously completely healed, but why hasn't he woke up yet?"
"Brother Ron!" At this moment, a crisp voice sounded, and a petite figure rushed in quickly. Seeing Ron like this, he was terrified.
"Brother Ron, brother Ron, what's wrong with you?" Xiao Yudian desperately shook Ron's arm, but Ron seemed completely unconscious, with his eyes closed tightly, unconscious.
Basara, Tieshan and others also walked in, and they all frowned when they saw Ron.
Basara walked quickly to Ron, and when she saw him like this, she immediately became anxious, "Miss Moran, are you a wizard? Please save him..."
Xiao Yudian also said, "Sister Moran, please save Brother Ron!"
Moran sighed, "Why don't I want to save him? But I have already used the 'Healing Guard', but he still hasn't woken up..."
"Ah—" Basara exclaimed, "Then... when will he wake up?"
"I don't know!" Moran spread his hands, "If you really can't participate in the competition, you can only abstain! But fortunately, I finally kept the eighth place... In this way, I can also explain to my grandfather! "
Basara sighed, she glanced at Ron, and said nothing.
Moran was also looking at Ron, with his eyes closed tightly, his body was fine, his face was calm and serene, as if he was in a deep sleep.
"What should we do now?" Basara asked, she was asking Moran, and she was also asking herself.
Moran pondered for a while, "Let's take him back to the hotel first, maybe he was exhausted and passed out for a while..."
"Come on, Tieshan, carry him back!" Moran said.
"Yes, miss!" Tieshan nodded, and he reached out to support Ron.
…
A girl of seventeen or eighteen was limping along the cold aisle of the Grand Colosseum. The aisle was very dark, just like her state of mind at this time.
At this time, she slowly raised her head, because she saw a familiar figure.
"Unexpectedly, you actually lost!" A boy of the same age came out of the shadows and said with a smile on his face, "It's really surprising, Palesha..."
"It's you?"
The woman named Palesha is the Medusa who once turned into a giant snake. She withheld her name when she participated in the competition.
Even though she failed, the arrogance on her face remained undiminished.
The comer is also one of the top eight. He belongs to the Warcraft family like Palesha, but his race is different. He is a powerful scorpion lion, from the scorpion lion family. Apart from Beamon Omega, he is the biggest favorite to win the championship.
The monster manticore, his name is Napo, his strength is even better than that of Palesha, and he has reached the eleventh level.
The ranks of monsters are roughly the same as human occupations. Ranks 4 to 6 are equivalent to the strength level of a soldier, ranks 7 to 9 are equivalent to the level of a strong master, and ranks 10 to 12 are equivalent to the strength of a strong master. Level.
With an evil smile on Napo's face, he said teasingly, "Palesa, a genius and strong man of the Medusa family, who can use the second-stage transformation, was actually defeated by a human. The Warcraft family will laugh their teeth out..."
Palesha slowly withdrew her gaze, and said with a cold snort, "What's the surprise? He's powerful, and I'm not as skilled as others, so I have nothing to say..."
"Hehe, I don't agree with that..." Napo said with a smile, "It's not that monsters cannot be defeated, but what I can't accept is losing to a human..."
"Cut...human beings, such an inferior race deserves to be compared with us?" Napo's eyes were full of disdain.
"Is there any point in what you say now?" Palesha laughed, "Tell me if you have the ability to defeat him!"
Na Po smiled, "Of course, I will definitely defeat him, as long as he touches my hand..."
"Then you go and fight... Is there anything else? Nothing? Well, goodbye..." Palesha felt that this guy was too boring, and she came all the way just to talk nonsense, she disdainfully Smiled, turned and left.
"Humph!"
Looking at the back of Palesha going away, Napo snorted coldly, his eyes glistened, and his fists gradually clenched, "Ron, I will let you taste the taste of death..."
…
In the largest and most luxurious hotel in Zuma City, on a bed full of decorations, Ron's body lay there quietly. From the end of the battle to late at night, he still did not wake up.
Basara and Xiao Yudian stayed by his side and took care of him.
"Yiya—" With a sound, the door opened, and Moran pushed it open and walked in.
Xiao Yudian had already gone to sleep in the next room, and only Basara was here, Moran asked with concern.
"He hasn't woken up yet?"
Basara shook her head, "The two of us took turns looking at him, but he didn't wake up..."
Moran sighed, "Tomorrow... Tomorrow is the quarterfinals. If he doesn't wake up, he will really have to abstain..."
Moran's tone was full of regret. Although he could keep the eighth place if he abstained, the treatment for the eighth place was completely different from that of the top three. With the strength Ron showed today, he might be able to advance to the top three. .
"Miss... may I ask you one thing?" Basara lowered her head and said softly.
Moran nodded, "Say it!"
Basara's long eyelashes were filled with tears, "Miss, Ron has now qualified and won the ranking, but the next game will be more dangerous and the opponent will be stronger. I... I don't want anything to happen to Ron..."
She bit her lip and raised her head, "Miss, please don't let him compete again, please?"
Looking at Basara's tearful face, Moran sighed, her eyes fell on Ron's face, and saw his face was calm, sleeping like a child.
At this moment, how does he look like a warrior fighting to the death with Warcraft? Almost died today.
Moran couldn't bear it for a while, she gritted her teeth and nodded slightly.
Basara's eyes lit up, "Really? Miss? You really made him give up the game..."
"Of course it's true!" Moran said with a smile, "I have a deal with him. He won the ranking and he has fulfilled his promise to me. I should also fulfill my promise... In the next game, he It doesn't matter if you participate or not!"
"Great!" Bashara exclaimed.
Moran smiled wryly. The reason why she agreed to Basara was because she didn't want Ron to take any more risks in her heart. At some point, she began to worry about Ron.
After a brief chat, Moran said goodbye and left.
The room gradually became silent. Basara crossed her face with her hands and looked at Ron quietly. Before she knew it, a long time had passed, and Ron's appearance in her eyes gradually became blurred...
The reason why Ron was unconscious was that what he was injured was not his body, but his soul. He used the soul to burn, and his soul was severely injured.
In Ron's sea of consciousness, Ron's soul became very small, as if he had lost a lot of power, and his whole person seemed a little sluggish.
"Is this my soul?"
Ron entered the sea of consciousness and controlled his own soul. He raised his hand slightly, only to see that his hand became weak, as if it would disappear at any time.
"Sure enough, he was seriously injured..." Ron couldn't help but smiled wryly, "Sure enough, Soul Burn shouldn't be used lightly..."
Using Soul Burn would traumatize the soul, but this time, the trauma to the soul was too severe, and the cyan power overflowing from the soul ring could not heal the wounded soul in a short while.
Seeing the vortex that split in the sky, Ron was moved and decided to go there to have a look.
His soul rose and gradually floated higher, and his whole body was sucked into that vortex.
A pile of bones piled up into a mountain, and Ron walked in the mountain with his whole body.
Arriving at the familiar White Bone Castle, in front of the castle gate, two skeletons holding giant axes saw Ron, their eyes flashed, the two giant axes were released, and Ron was let in.
Ron walked slowly to the center of the hall, where a crystal coffin was quietly placed on the ground.
At this time, a familiar figure caught his eyes.
"Grandpa Homelin!"
Ron rushed over immediately.
Sure enough, Grandpa Homelin was lying in the crystal coffin, and he was lying there quietly with a peaceful expression.
Ron noticed that his soul power had recovered a lot, but he was weak and hadn't woken up yet. How much he wanted to see Grandpa Homelin standing beside him, looking at him with a smile.
"Grandpa Homelin..."
A trace of joy occupied Ron's heart, and his face was full of excitement at the moment.
Grandpa Homelin's soul power has recovered, although it is very slow, but it is indeed recovering.
He believed that one day, Grandpa Homelin would wake up again.
Taking a deep breath, Ron stood up and was about to leave when a ray of light caught his gaze...
The light came from behind the stele. On the stele was the practice method of undead magic left to him by Grandpa Homelin, but he never noticed anything behind the stele.
"There... seems to be something...?"
Ron's heart moved, and he walked quickly to the position of the light.
This is a long corridor, and at the end of the corridor is a dark green light.
Ron walked down the corridor, and at the end, a beam of strong light shone, blinding him.
Covering it with his hands slightly, Ron's eyes narrowed for a while, and when he opened them, he was taken aback.
"what is this?"
As far as the eye can see, it is a super huge tower. At this moment, Ron is at the bottom, unable to see the top at a glance, exuding powerful soul power.
This force made Ron feel suffocated.
The powerful soul power exuding from this tower was attracting him, causing Ron to involuntarily move towards the tower.
At this time, on the top of the tall tower, a green light lit up, illuminating the entire gloomy sky.
"Ka Ka Ka..."
The tower began to rotate, making an extremely sharp "click" sound, and then it started to run crazily.
A large amount of soul power overflowed from it, filling the entire sky.
Ron was dumbfounded, "This... this is..."