After landing outside the ring, the Lancer held his spear in a daze for about 1.5 seconds.
The moment he came to his senses from the dizziness, he found that he had fallen out of the ring and landed on the grass next to the ring.
"Damn it!" He used his spear to support his body and wanted to rush forward again, but Solar, who had been standing next to the ring, put his hand on his shoulder and forced him down.
"Kelmo, you've already lost," said Solar.
"I..." The Lancer wanted to say something in rebuttal, but the internal injuries caused by the mental energy invading his body made his whole body ache, and his face was covered with charred marks because he was hit by a mental energy cannon.
The tower spirit summoned a ray of holy light to replenish the Lancer's lost vitality, and the wound on his face slowly healed.
"how do you feel?"
Solar turned his head and looked at the arena. The spiritual energy surrounding Zhao Mingwei and the phantoms of the dragon and tiger behind him gradually dissipated with the wind. Zhao Mingwei also politely made a half-palm gesture to Solar, and then walked silently to the players behind him who were in a state of carnival.
"I don't know. His power is very strange. It's like thunder magic but not like it. When I was concentrated by the energy aggregate formed by that power, I felt like I was hit by thunder. And the last roar was like mental magic." The Lancer was thinking about what kind of power Zhao Mingwei possessed.
"That's not what I'm asking. Each of the fifteen holy spirits fighting with you has special powers. Fire magic, frost magic, and thunder magic are all reasonable. There is also the magic of controlling blood, forming sword blades, summoning giant alchemical guns, hardening your own body, and even the power of the undead... They each possess completely different powers, but..."
Solar watched the whole circle from the side. The moves and powers used by the fourteen holy spirits were completely different, with only a few being similar.
"I know what you want to say." The Lancer watched Zhao Mingwei's departing back and said, "He is a real warrior, unlike those who looked like babies just out of their mother's arms. That guy has experienced as many battles as any of us. Even if I play another round with him, I can't be sure that I can beat him."
"There may be other powerful warriors like him among those Holy Spirits. Even if they don't have as strong combat awareness and intuition as him, the other Holy Spirits you call babies also have great potential for growth." Solar said.
"You mean..." The Lancer vaguely guessed what the knight in charge of training troops in the Kingdom of Flowing Water was thinking.
"According to the prophecy, they are the saviors summoned by God, but they also have their own ideas and... desires. Having desires means they can be hired. From their conversation, I can tell that what they need now is magic stones."
When the Lancer was fighting with the Holy Spirits, Solar had been observing the reactions of the Holy Spirits. Solar could not understand some of the Holy Spirits' behaviors, but when the Lancer killed a Holy Spirit, he would enter a state of autism because of the loss of magic stones.
"Magic Stone? What do they want this thing for?" In the eyes of the Lancer, Magic Stone is a very useless material. Only that group of mages can use it for some use.
"I don't know. I've sent people to investigate." Solar said as he drew his sword and walked onto the ring. "But our mission now is to fight them until the end of time."
"It's a good opportunity to find some kids to educate them."
The Lancer walked onto the ring without any grace. Zhao Mingwei had already walked off the ring, but the next person to walk onto the Lancer ring was a shield warrior named Mo Shigui.
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Happy game winning!
When this line of inscriptions appeared on the stage, the players below burst into cheers, and exclaimed, "This is someone else's game," "Such fast fists," and "What kind of moves are these?"
Jiang Qiao could also see expression bubbles floating out from the foreheads of some players. Some were little yellow faces throwing flowers, some were surprised, and some were seals patting their bellies.
These are the two emoticon series that can be displayed temporarily in Holy Spirit, the default little yellow face, and the seal series emoticons specially added by Jiang Qiao.
Zhao Mingwei listened to the applause behind him and the large number of expression bubbles. Some players even used small props for celebration, such as fireworks and fireworks. The whole scene looked like a carnival.
In response, Zhao Mingwei raised his hand, clenched his fist, waved it lightly, and walked off the stage. The moment he stepped off the stage, he was surrounded by the watching players.
"Master, what profession do you use?"
"How did he do those combos and the kick? I couldn't see the NPC's movements clearly when I attacked him earlier."
Zhao Mingwei couldn't answer their questions one by one, so he could only choose the most critical question to answer.
"My profession is a Breath Master, a change from a Fighter to a Breath Refiner. The conditions for the job change are an intelligence of over 250 and charisma of 15 points. The job change task is a bit difficult, and this profession is a cloth armor melee profession. I don't recommend it for novices to try. The Breath Refiner is actually very strong." Zhao Mingwei did not hide his profession as something unique.
He has also been studying the Holy Spirit's career system during this period, and found that this system of job change actually has certain rules to follow. For example, the Qi Master and the Qi Refiner are magic melee professions that give up the strength bonus and instead focus all their efforts on intelligence.
The disadvantage of replacing it is that it is anemic and has low defense, making it easy to be killed instantly.
After Zhao Mingwei finished speaking, he saw a lot of friend requests appearing in front of him. He thought about it and agreed one by one and dragged them all into the "Receive messages but no notifications" column.
"I have something to do in real life." Zhao Mingwei said, looking across the crowd at Jiang Qiao who was standing outside.
Jiang Qiao was standing outside the crowd, gently clapping at Zhao Mingwei. A smile appeared on Zhao Mingwei's face. He raised his hand and made an OK gesture, then his figure turned into light and disappeared.
The current time is six o'clock in the evening. Zhao Mingwei is taking time out from his training to help Jiang Qiao... or all the Holy Spirit players get back their advantage.
Zhao Mingwei left a message to Jiang Qiao saying "Remember to go online to finish the book this morning", and then his figure turned into light and went offline.
"This mission can be carried out smoothly."
Jiang Qiao looked at the knights of the Kingdom of Flowing Water who appeared on the fifteen stages in the distance. The lance knights and sword knights were still regarded as dogs by the players, machines created by planners to devour the magic stones of the players, but they were not invincible... What was needed was the skills of an expert or a professional level one, while the difficulty of the other knights was a little lower.
In short, the players have realized that... this time the provocation mission of the alien knight is not a task that a newbie can complete, and whoever wins any knight can brag about it to his friends, forums, Tieba, and even Weibo for several days.
This is the glory that belongs to the players. Defeating a BOSS or elite monster that can torture other players to the point of autism, and doing it under the watchful eyes of everyone, that sense of accomplishment and pretense can make countless people addicted.
When Jiang Qiao was planning what to do next, a lavender figure suddenly appeared in his sight.
"Hello, can I interview you?" An assassin player with the ID of 'Frontline Reporter' ran up to Jiang Qiao and asked.
(End of this chapter)