Swapping places with the magical space mark that I made when I heard the reminder from my ancestors, the tall and slender figure that stood there long before the building collapsed...
The remaining traces of the box of arcane dissipated around her, and the pure white royal gown with flawless golden patterns had traces of dust, but under the brilliant sunshine-like blond hair, the pair of blue eyes remained unwavering. Looking up at Fangran standing on the ruins!
There are ruined buildings on one side and bustling urban areas on the other. The contrast between the dusty platinum dress and the messy black suit is sharp and sharp.
Holding the wound on the side of the shoulder that was scratched by the broken stones when the space-swapping magic echo was launched just now, the power of the elf slowly healed his wound.
He just raised his eyes and looked at the black-haired young man standing on the top of the ruins not far away, with the entire collapsed Landholt Building as the background. Osfia stared at him sullenly with his chin raised and his blue eyes flashing. .
"You pretender, using false disguises to deceive others, is this your plan?"
"Compared to the playful appearance before, is this your real side now?"
Derived from the blood of the former nobles, the spirit and character inherited from the teacher and elders, he is full of yearning for the awe-inspiring and righteous beauty of his ancestors. For Fangran, who initially blinded them with weakness and evasion, and then tore through the disguise Osphia couldn't accept the practice of using a trap to launch a fatal blow.
This is a national war, where the participants on both sides represent the positions of their respective countries. In her view, it is an arena for duels, not a night battle stage for victory by any means.
Thinking that if there is no reminder from the ancestors, if there is no magic space mark set in advance, I will be like Neil, even if I try my best to escape, I will be defeated by the opponent because I have no resistance. This time is extremely important. Osphia, who originally planned to show herself in front of the reawakened ancestors, bit her lip unwillingly and humiliated in her heart.
But looking down at him standing on the top of the ruins, the young man with black hair in a suit and holding a Tang knife, the education he has received all the time still prevents Osfia from saying any ugly words, and can only look at him with contempt in a cold voice Opening:
"You are a coward who only runs away from beginning to end, a liar who only uses this kind of trap!"
And listening to the beautiful opposite sex on the opposite side of the crossroads, raised her snow-white chin and spit out beautiful syllables, although she couldn't understand her language, but looked at her expression like that, the sullen and angry expression of finding herself in a trap, Fangran, who had seen a lot before, could probably guess what she was talking to herself.
Stepping on the top of the ruins with only three or four floors intact at the bottom of the Lanterhall Building, Fangran exhaled softly and relieved the insufficiency of blood supply that had stopped his heart just now, and then explained something to her that was not an explanation, knowing The other party must understand, looked down at her calmly and said:
"I can't beat the three of you at the same time. If I want to win, I can only use this method."
But in Osfiya's ears, he only heard him emphasizing the reason of 'there are three of you, so it is reasonable for me to do this', the wound healed, her blue eyes were fixed on Fangran, and her voice had returned to calm , proudly straightened his spine and slowly lowered his voice and said:
"You think you've won this way?"
With a flick of the arm holding the prayer staff, Aoxie's staff disappeared!
Brilliant golden long hair raised up, making those eyes look as blue and beautiful as the sky, Osphia stretched her right hand towards the space beside her, and slowly pulled out the second Arcane Box, the outline flickered faintly!
She even has a second Arcane Box!
Seeing this scene, all the people watching the battle were astonished. The national war is quite strict on what is allowed to be put into the box of arcane magic. There cannot be a large number of repetitions of a certain type of item, and it is not allowed to carry multiple technological side armors to rely on external forces that do not belong to itself to disrupt the balance. Similarly, it is also not allowed to carry multiple mysterious side, non-self special items.
Based on the fact that the participants generally do not have so many conventional strengths due to external forces, they did not choose this reason if they wanted to bring more hole cards. Therefore, the participants in the national war basically only have an arcane box with the usual technological armor. Those who are used to bringing these don't even have any of them.
But what surprised everyone in the night game was that Osphia on the screen at this moment actually had a second box of arcane magic!
And what surprised them even more was that it was not the technological armor like the previous two!
The golden and beautiful hilt circle is surrounded by dreamy and hazy forest light spots, which is ethereal and mysterious, but at the same time has a brilliant brilliance like her long hair. The silver-white sword body is larger and wider than ordinary Western swords. Inscribed with mysterious patterns,
This splendid and beautiful sword was swept by Osphia's hand, and all the smoke and dust that had collapsed in front of her cleared away!
The two-handed sword that did not match her figure gave her an irreplaceable prayer staff, not a weak priesthood nun, but the awe-inspiring heroism of a Vatican arbitration knight!
"Are you surprised, or am I still surprised why I can put two mysterious side items into the box of arcane magic?"
Holding a brilliant sword that was completely incompatible with her temperament, Osphia looked at Fangran who was holding a Tang knife, with cold eyes and a cold voice:
"I originally only provided support and assistance for others in this national war, so I, who chose the Arcane Prayer Staff, put this sword in the Arcane Box..."
Standing on a bustling cross street in London, the figure in the platinum dress raised a brilliant sword, pointing the tip of the sword at the straight young man in the black suit holding a Tang knife on the ruins like a sworn duel,
The twists and turns, the ups and downs of the ranking battle, the unforgettable picture of this moment makes people freeze in their hearts.
"It's my exclusive weapon - the Spirit Forest!"
What's more, everyone didn't expect that even Fangran opened his eyes slightly this time unexpectedly,
In the next second, Osphia tossed high and let go of the hilt, letting it be engulfed and submerged by countless elf air currents while closing his eyes and chanting silently in his heart.
/Dream forest that does not exist in the world/Elf elements that echo and laugh/Walk through the corridor path surrounded by mist in the stream/Fly over the water surface of the waterfall and flowers/
Seeing the air currents of dazzling purple, bright red, emerald green, red gold, etc. reverberating and flying in front of Osfiya, dancing for her as if some kind of life is alive, blowing the hair and kissing her beautiful face, Then welcome the elf forest above that is submerged in magnificent colors, as if opening the door to come!
"Is this..."
In the spectator room, even the same party didn't know that she had such an ability. Thinking of something, they couldn't help but glance at the platinum-haired woman beside him. The handsome young man with blond hair pointed at the screen in disbelief and froze.
"Almost like an urban legend, it is said that it is also the rarest type among the various forms of weapons exclusive to participants..."
In the viewing room of the night game, even though there was no sound coming from the virtual screen, his own ability seemed to hear the sound of some kind of creature waking up. Recalling the information on the night network intelligence interface, there was no evidence, and the recovery of almost rumor-like information was unbearable. He murmured in surprise.
/Lord of the ancient forest guarding this dreamland/Answer my call/
"Exclusive armament in biological form!?"
/ Come on! /
As if to confirm the speculation that everyone exclaimed, Osphia opened her blue and beautiful eyes again, and the moment she looked at Fangran coldly,
The splendid and gorgeous long sword was gone, and instead appeared behind her, the phantom beast giant wolf with the fantasy of not existing in the world, awe-inspiring beauty and undoubted power! ! !
"Woo...."
The silver-white soft mane has the same golden pattern as the hilt, guarding behind the slender figure, moving oppressively as if looking at prey, lowering his head slightly, brewing a whimper of breathing, and then...
"Roar!"
The burst of roaring air rushed towards Fangran, forcing him to raise his arms to cover his eyes. At the same time, the flying sand and rocks on the ruins frantically lifted his suit and tie,
The lord of the forest, the phantom silver wolf, guards a certain elf forest that does not exist in the world,
At this moment, it came before his eyes!