"Card: The Garden of the Goddess of Dawn." This card is the healing card in his set, and its effect is comparable to a second-level trick! It's just that he can only instill one every two days, which is extremely precious.
After using "Garden of the Goddess of Dawn", almost in the blink of an eye, the wound on Black Jack's arm healed, and at the same time, a small golden arrow bounced from the muscle fibers under the treatment of the card. come out.
When Black Jack saw the small golden arrow, his eyes narrowed slightly.
"Long-range alchemy weapons? No wonder it can be done instantly!" A glint of greed flashed in Black Jack's eyes. In the savage caves where alchemists were scarce, alchemy weapons were completely rare, let alone long-range alchemy weapons that could be used by first-level apprentices.
"This alchemy weapon will definitely be mine! As long as my injury is healed, I will use the card as punishment for the hanged person; the chick will let me break its wings! Huuuuuuuu—" Black Jack chuckled in a low voice: "The chick is the Young bird, so good opportunity does not attack me, it seems that he has never seen the dark newcomer in the wizarding world, and this newcomer still retains the ridiculous sympathy of mortals. I just need to pretend to be weak at this time, and he will be sympathetic because of sympathy. Hesitantly, then when I recover, I can stomp him under my feet..."
Thinking of this, Black Jack decided to put on an expression of "toughness with a little weakness, pride with a hint of stubbornness", and eradicated the mortal operas he had watched. This expression was the easiest to impress the audience. Hahaha, the chicks will definitely be moved by my performance!
When Black Jack raised his head, he wanted to move the Milk Baron with this expression, even if he hesitated for five seconds!
But when Black Jack saw Baron Milk's movements clearly, he only felt a tightness in his chest, as if his blood was surging!
"This is not a chick at all, it's shameless!" Black Jack felt fire in his chest and blood in his mouth!
It took at most six seconds since he was wounded by the alchemy weapon! Just six seconds!
There are at least 4 defensive spells in front of Baron Milk!
Moreover, it is still increasing!
"How afraid of death are you! Are the tricks you learned all defensive?"
When Black Jack's injury was healed by the Goddess of Dawn, Baron Milk actually had 7 spells, 4 defensive spells, and 3 control spells to block approaching. There is also a composite fire wall composed of "Grease" and "Flame"!
"Shameless, shameless, shameless! You are a shameless rookie!" Under such a defense, even a second-level wizard apprentice would have to attack for five or six seconds! He is a first-level apprentice, and it takes at least half a minute to break the defense.
Angel was scolded as a shameless person without a trace of shame. He originally planned to use this rogue method to climb to the top of the Sky Tower, so if he was scolded, he would be scolded. He still has more shameless things to do! No one knows me anyway, I'm not Angel, I'm a milk baron with a high profile!
Angel immediately raised his hand, and a golden light shot out from his cuff.
Black Jack's injury has just recovered, how can he escape. The small golden arrow pierced Black Jack's right arm.
It's not over yet. The little golden arrow in Angel's hand seemed to want no money. It was shot by Angel like a flower in the sky, and the target was aimed at Black Jack's vital points.
Black Jack was taken aback by the rain of arrows, and from the remaining two cards, he took out a card with a cross shield painted on it.
"Card, knight's shield!" Black Jack put out the knight's shield, slightly blocking a few golden arrows, but under the threat of arrow rain, the knight's shield showed signs of cracking.
"Don't fight, I admit defeat, stop it!" Black Jack shouted and conceded defeat, then threw his information card into the air.
The defense can't be broken, and he is always aimed at the key by the long-range alchemy weapon. If he doesn't admit defeat, he will really die!
The Sky Tower arena is not afraid of life and death, but you can admit defeat. As long as you admit defeat and throw out the information card, the ring administrator will activate the magic energy array to separate the two sides of the battle.
As the information card was thrown into the air, a magic energy array appeared immediately, and a faint glass cover appeared in the center of the two of them. Angel's weapon could no longer hit Black Jack.
"The game is over, the Milk Baron wins!"
This row of subtitles appeared on the transparent glass screen in mid-air. As the subtitles fell, the Black Jack information card floating in mid-air suddenly burst into light and got into his own information card in Angel's pocket.
Angel took out the Sky Tower information card and saw that there was an additional piece of information about defeating Blackjack in the card, and the points increased by 3 points. At the same time, according to the number of battles and winning percentage of Blackjack, he received 15o contribution points.
"Not bad, 15o contribution points are worth the price of the arrow." Angel put away the information card and strode off the ring.
Black Jack collapsed to the ground, his whole body was shot through many holes by golden arrows, and he looked like he was dying. In the end, it was carried by the staff of the Sky Tower.
When there was no one in the 7th arena, there were bursts of surprise in the audience.
"Mr. Black Jack, didn't you agree to break the wings of this chick, how could it be..."
"Chicken? Beating Black Jack so much that he can't fight back, how could it be a chick?"
"Perhaps the person in the black burqa is a third-level apprentice?"
The audience on the first floor was basically mortals, so they sighed and regretted, basically guessing. But on the other side, the wizard apprentices watching the battle were also whispering.
"Black Jack lost? He actually lost?"
"Did you not notice? That milk baron has an alchemy weapon, and it's a long-range alchemy weapon!"
"I see, damn, I really want it!"
"Why don't we do a vote when that kid gets the order?"
"I still don't know the identity of the milk baron. He was able to use alchemy weapons when he was a first-level apprentice. Maybe the power behind him is incredible. Let's not feel uncomfortable."
"Soft egg!"
When Angel returned from the player tunnel to the backstage, the people in the player area looked at him from contempt at the beginning, to jealousy, surprise, and more greed.
Angel came to the lottery area again. The middle-aged woman also seemed to have watched Angel's game. She glanced at Angel's wrist covered by the black robe, and then smiled imperceptibly.
"Lord Milk Baron, are you going to continue the game?"
Angel nodded. Although he was a little nervous because of the maiden match just now, he arranged seven spells in one breath, almost consuming most of his magic power. But after a little meditation, it should be fine to play a few more games, and it is impossible for him to encounter opponents like Black Jack every game.
"Okay, please draw lots." The middle-aged woman said.
Angel reached out his familiar hand to stir in the lottery box, and then took out a ball intuitively.
No. o35325.
The middle-aged woman took the ball, and soon a row of words appeared on the transparent screen in front of her: "Milk Baron vs Ash Samurai, Sky Tower 6th arena in half an hour."
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Amidst the chatter of the people around him, Angel walked to a remote corner, closed his eyes and meditated, putting on an expression that no one was near.
Before long in meditation, Angel heard the familiar footsteps again.
"Fate guided you, but not me." Angel closed his eyes and said coldly.
"Milk, I watched your game just now. I didn't expect you to be so good." He laughed.
Angel snorted: "Don't call me milk."
"Baron, did you use an alchemy weapon just now? It's amazing, was it made by Master Prome?"
"What's with you?" Angel opened his eyes and looked at the person standing in front of him through his hood.
He was still dressed as a white bear, still smiling, but he had a delicate black lacquer stub on his hand.
Angel sighed slightly in his heart, why did this man keep pestering him
"I'm just curious. Who can use alchemy weapons in the savage caves, which one is not famous, their weapons have been stripped to the bottom, and the weapon in your hand seems to appear for the first time, and it is the same as theirs. Different."
"So what?" Angel said impatiently: "What the hell are you doing with me?"
White Bear said with a smile: "Fate is intertwined, and I am destined to meet you again."
"It's obvious that you found it yourself, don't talk about fate." Angel waved his hand: "If you don't say it, I'm about to compete, don't disturb me to meditate and restore my magic power."
After listening to the white bear, he didn't bother Angel, and left with a cane with a smile.
When the figure of the white bear disappeared, Angel frowned, not knowing what this person meant.
After meditating for another ten minutes, Angel heard footsteps in his ears again. This time, the footsteps were heavier, not like the steps of a white bear.
Angel looked up impatiently, and found that it was Black Jack.
His body was bandaged, his hat was removed, and his spectacles were gone, revealing a short, handsome appearance in gray-green.
"You..." What are you doing? Angel was just about to ask, when he suddenly remembered his high coldness: "Humph."
With a snort, Angel stopped talking and waited for Black Jack to speak.
"In the game just now, I'll admit it. But I warn you, don't tell my secrets, or even if I risk my life, it will make you look good!"
Black Jack's words were loud and clear. But Angel still doesn't know what Black Jack is talking about, what is his secret? Is it simply an appearance copy of Sanders
Angel looked at Black Jack carefully, and now that he took off his hat, his gray-green short hair was almost exactly the same as Saunders, and his appearance seemed to be two or three points similar.
"Could it be that Black Jack is the illegitimate son of a cheap tutor?!" Angel silently made up a romantic drama with ups and downs in his heart. He is approaching his "father", but unfortunately, the heartless father doesn't care about his performance at all, which makes his psychology twist and pervert, and even takes pleasure in torturing newcomers...
Black Jack warned Angel, and then left on crutches.
"Oh, what a poor child." Angel looked at Black Jack's solitary back and drew a sad end to the theater in his mind.