Embassy of the Iron Nation.
After enjoying Her Majesty's banquet, Aitek was a little drunk.
Now that the banquet is at the end of the stage, the invited nobles are still gathering at the embassy of the Iron Country.
It can be said that today is a day worthy of all of them raising the flag high, and the cast irons who have won this honor have naturally become the focus of everyone.
The older casters dealt with the surrounding nobles, and Aitek was surrounded by the heirs of nobles of his age.
These noble descendants are basically studying in Nolan, and many of them have played the game of the Holy Spirit.
"I already said that I can play a balance with Foya!"
Aitek let go of his psychological humility after drinking, revealing what a young man should be like and began to brag about his performance on the battlefield.
"In the words of the caster forum, it seems to be a split between Lord Atech and Master Fuya."
"But in the finals, Master Aitek was single-killed twice by Master Fuya."
A younger son of a nobleman instantly pierced through the group's praise for Aitek, and Aitek didn't know how to respond for a while.
"I'm sorry Lord Atek, he's still young and ignorant."
His parents immediately ran over and dragged the bear child away, and Aitek's head, which was originally drunk, was half awake as he watched this scene.
"Lord Aitek don't pay attention to the children's nonsense, come... Congrats again to our champion."
A nobleman raised the wine glass in his hand again to clink with Aitek, but Aitek shook his head and put the wine glass back on the dining table.
It's true that he won the Holy Spirit Open Championship this time, but it doesn't mean that he is stronger than Foya. No matter which one of the five finals, Foya pressed him to play.
Without the support of his teammates, he would definitely lose badly.
Of course Aitek is well aware of this. He won the first championship and his career in the Holy Spirit ended here
The answer is impossible, even if he wants to retire, Queen Yekana will not allow it.
It is certain that Aitek will face Foya again on the court because he is in charge of the mid lane.
The next time Foya's teammates can't be as weak as they are now.
"Lord Aitek, Master Fuya seems to have started a live broadcast."
A nobleman said suddenly, although this sentence sounded a bit harsh to the ears of the surrounding people.
Aitek immediately opened his magic net, and the most conspicuous place in the magic net's vision was the entrance to the live broadcast room of Foya.
Not only Faya's live broadcast room, after the Holy Spirit Open, Faya's previous game videos have also attracted a new group of fans.
What embarrassed Aitek the most was that he learned a lot of the way his heroes played from Fya.
Aitek is actually a fan of Foya too.
"It's already 30,000 people, and the audience is three times larger than the audience in the arena managed by my family."
"It should be 40,000, the number is still rising, what is Master Fuya doing?"
When Aitek came back to his senses, there were already many people around Foya's live broadcast, and the thing called the barrage on the live broadcast screen also floated past like a wall.
The content of the live broadcast on the screen does not look like the Holy Spirit. It should be said that Foya is not playing the game, but looks like she is in the wild.
"Isn't that the Almighty Master Fuya? It turned out to be a live performance?"
The figure standing beside Fuya was recognized by the audience at the first time. The strange color matching of the Almighty was too distinctive, especially the rubber duck on the head.
"Has Master Fuya been inspired by the Holy Spirit God to come to the real Holy Spirit battlefield?"
There are many gamers on the caster forum, and they all believe that the game they are playing must have existed in another world.
Aitek didn't have time to pay attention to some of the discussions on the barrage. In the picture, the magic power had been gathered in the hands of the Almighty, and the enemy he faced, Aitek, had never been seen before.
But this kind of reality-like viewing experience made Atek unable to look away, it was like watching a movie.
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"Your resistance is pointless, the army of pilgrims will eventually crush you."
The old man recovered after being burned to charcoal by the spell of the Almighty for the fourth time, and the Knights of the Dead beside him recovered again.
"The power that God has given us to keep us in our roots will never die."
"Won't you die?" Joshua stared at the glass ball in his hand, and a second crack had appeared on the surface. "Can I sum up your immortality as having many chances of resurrection? But it must not be infinite. Bar?"
The old man did not answer Qiao Xiu. The Knights of the Dead had already walked out of the highland gate of the Holy Spirit Legion. The old man released more souls. The number of the Knights increased from a hundred to a thousand. They charged in the direction of Qiao Xiu. Come.
At this moment, Joshua could hear the sound of horses' hooves stamping on the ground.
"Rest in peace under the hooves of God."
The leader of the dead knight raised the spear in his hand to penetrate Qiao Xiu, but a tall figure suddenly fell from the sky. When he fell to the ground, the ground cracked like a fragile plank!
The next second, he raised his arms and slammed down against the ground, and the ground shattered... The charge of the Knights of the Dead was blocked by the shattered ground, and the horses fell into the gaps in the ground. A wailing neigh came out.
"Summoner! The war... has begun." He clenched his arms and spit out a cold air from his mouth.
The Trembling Laurasius Karshilov!
"I think you can stop your middle two lines."
Qiao Xiu looked at the old man from a distance across the gully on the ground. The gully and the broken earth were gradually recovering, and a green arrow passed through Qiao Xiu and shot at the old man.
He wanted to use the gray fog to block this arrow, but he blocked it before!
But now what he is facing is not a stunted elf leader, but a elf leader with a full-level six-god outfit.
The arrow pierced through the shield formed by the gray fog and went straight through his chest. The hole in his chest was immediately filled by the energy in the glass ball.
But the next moment, another arrow shot through his shoulder.
"This is the seventh time I've taken your life. Let me guess how many times it takes to kill you before your resurrection counts to the bottom... A hundred times? A thousand times? It doesn't matter, I have time!"
Joshua's provocation finally made the old man feel angry, and the knight of the dead raised his shield high to resist the arrows of the elf pioneer.
But the scorching black flames fell from the sky, and a banner symbolizing the honor of Farosi was raised high beside Joshua.
The hand of the Virgin of Farosi is burning with the flame of revenge.