The night outside was thick and foggy, and it had already entered a peaceful sleep. However, the underground market in Everday is still very popular.
Especially under the sky tower, a group of people gathered in front of the big screen at the bottom of the tower, waiting for the battle table of the third order of death tomorrow. Some of these people are low-level apprentices, and some are mortals. The mortals are purely running errands for the middle and high-level apprentices, recording meaningful competitions, and recording the players that these middle- and high-level apprentices care about.
"I don't know if Fox Shepherd will have a game tomorrow. I really like his fighting style, handsome and low-key!"
"Still low-key? Pretending to be blind and handsome is useless and meaningless. You can only be a jerk at the bottom of the third tier of death."
"It's like you can beat the fox herdsman, if you have the ability, go ahead."
"Anyway, I won't go to the competition of a player who is not on the list like Fox Shepherd. It would be great if there are three players on the list tomorrow. I haven't seen a game on the list for a long time."
"The competitions on the list are all promoted three days in advance. How could it be possible to suddenly play."
"You can't think about it, you talk too much."
As the bell of the bell tower rang through the market eight times, at 8:00 p.m., the data on the big screen at the bottom of the tower was changed.
"Come out, tomorrow's battle table!"
The new battle table, the battle game at the top, is recommended by the organizer to watch the game: "Tearer vs Eternal Rest, the fifth game on the fifteenth floor."
"Today's recommended game is still not very good. Ripper is only a player at the bottom of the fifteenth floor qualifying table. Who is Eternal Rest? I haven't even heard of his name."
"It's boring. It is estimated that the tearer will tear the opponent to pieces in less than a minute. This game is not worth watching."
The sponsor's recommended games are almost impossible to watch. They can only look down the screen to see if there are any games worth watching.
"You can pay attention to the match of the King of Sighs, but his opponent is Mrs. Ye Xiao, which seems to be a one-sided match."
"Gargoyle vs. Vampire Girl, you can watch it. Vampire Girl's strength is almost at the level of a third-level apprentice, which is several grades higher than that of a first-time second-level apprentice like a gargoyle, but Vampire Girl's fangs are difficult to pierce the stone statue. The ghost's stone skin technique has checks and balances as well as bright spots, and it is worthy of attention."
The strength of the onlookers is not necessarily great, but when it comes to the length of the seeded players, they are all familiar, as if they can win even if they know their weaknesses.
"The game on the fourteenth and fifteenth floors has not exploded. Let's take a look at the thirteenth floor."
"I'm looking forward to the fox shepherd on the thirteenth floor. He is the most handsome and can't refute!"
"However, the Fox Shepherd will not have a game tomorrow! Alas, there are not many games worth looking forward to on the thirteenth floor, not even the top ten in the qualifying table."
"The seed players haven't played, but you can pay attention to the newcomers. Look, this newcomer named Milk Baron has 0 points, so he dares to face the Wasteland Warriors and Dark Night Twilight at the same time!"
The talking woman pointed to the two games on the screen and said to the male partner beside her.
"Playing against the Wasteland Warriors in the morning, and against Twilight in the afternoon? This newcomer can be a bit brave, but unfortunately he is too self-sufficient. It is estimated that the Wasteland Warriors alone can kill him. Twilight is a waste of 3 points. ."
"Maybe, I have a gut feeling that he might win."
"You're not a prophecy or astrology, so what kind of intuition are you talking about. I tell you, it's just an illusion!"
"Women's intuition is very accurate, you men know shit!"
"If this milk baron can win, I will strip naked and run streaking to the tree spirit garden square!"
The two people who were talking were obviously a couple, and even if they were arguing, they were still arm-in-arm.
At this moment, a gentle voice with a smile came in.
"The lady's intuition is right, the Milk Baron will definitely win."
The young couple turned their heads to look at the speaker, and the man frowned: "Who are you? Why do you say that the Milk Baron will win? Could it be... You are the Milk Baron himself?"
"I'm not." The voice of the speaker was still smiling, and he took out the information card from his body: "My nickname is Earth Bear, you can call me White Bear."
The man in the white bear costume said with a smile.
"As for why I said that the Milk Baron would win." White Bear's expression was thoughtful: "Because, fate told me, he would not lose."
"Fate?" The man in the young couple scoffed, "It's another magician. Well, since you are all so sure of your destiny and intuition, let's buy a ticket and see."
The young couple went to buy tickets for "Milk Baron vs Wasteland Warrior", and White Bear also bought one. He clenched the ticket in his hand, and a firm expression flashed in his eyes.
"Fate told me that my life was full of misfortunes. Only by taking the mortal road can I escape the sea of misery."
"Fate told me that the road is difficult, only encounter..."
Bai Xiong's voice gradually faded away, but he could faintly hear him talking about someone, someone who could change his life.
"This white bear seems to be babbling, isn't it really from the prophecy department?" The young couple looked at the white bear and whispered.
"The woman's intuition tells me that maybe he is really a prophecy."
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The moon of rain has passed, and the moon of flaming fire has come.
Angel's game in the third order of death happened to be on the first day of the first half of the month of fire. If the day cycle is not counted, and the earth civilization is only corresponding to the month, this day is considered the earth's Children's Day. But in the wizarding world, this day is no different, but for Angel, it has another meaning. Today is Leon's birthday.
Since his parents passed away, he and Leon have depended on each other for life. It can be said that the person Angel relies most on and is closest to in his life is Leon. Now that it's Leon's birthday, why not let him miss him.
It's been a year and a half since I left home, and I think Lyon has already inherited the title and started to show off his skills in Gru Town? Is it time to end the war with Hailan Kingdom
I don't know when I will be able to return to my homeland.
With this nostalgia and a touch of nostalgia, Angel came to the Sky Tower.
Perhaps it was because he had played too many games, or perhaps his brother's birthday had distracted him. Angel didn't feel nervous about today's battle.
It wasn't until he stood on the ring and heard the enthusiastic cheers from the audience that he slowly recovered.
The large glass screen overhead displayed the names of the two and the countdown.
Next to the name is the player's avatar. Angel's head was also engraved, but he was still wearing a hood, so he couldn't see his real face.
As for the avatar of the opponent "Wasteland Warrior", Angel didn't pay attention either. Because everyone is standing opposite him, it is better to look at the real person when looking at the avatar.
"Baron Milk, others don't know you, but I happen to know you." The wasteland warrior is a strong man in khaki armor: "You should know the 'war horn'."
"Hmm." In fact, Angel didn't know who the "war horn" the wasteland warrior was talking about, but he was a cold milk baron, and he didn't need to say much at all.
"He's my teammate, and you beat him before. So I know all your tricks." Wasteland Warrior: "Your alchemy weapon is really good, but that's it. You can't break me. defensive."
When the wasteland warrior said this, Angel also thought of the "War Horn", who seemed to be an apprentice of the Prayer Department on the eleventh floor, who relied on adding various states to himself to fight in close quarters.
"I'm very grateful that you didn't kill my teammates, so I'll make an exception today and won't kill you." When the wasteland warrior said this, it was as if he was bestowing some kind of supreme honor on Angel.
"However, I will still make you deeply remember the tragic end of fighting with me!"
The arrogant and glamorous Milk Baron still didn't speak, but the little Angel in his heart was silently complaining: "Why is this guy talking so much? It's better to be called a nonsense warrior than a wasteland warrior."
The nonsense warrior said a few more words, and the countdown to the start of the game finally reached zero.
Angel came up without saying a word, protected himself with an ice wall, and then retreated sharply, adding various defensive tricks.
The bullshit warrior on the opposite side did not move, and patted Angel's breastplate with a sense of superiority: "Come on, shoot at me! I hide and count me as a loser!"
Angel looked at the nonsense warrior, his eyes lit up! I blame you wrong, you are a true warrior!
I didn't expect the earth to be honest with me, there really is such a brainless cannon fodder!
"Hehe, I hope you count." Angel's smiling eyes were crescent moons. He was planning to use a secret weapon, and it seemed that he no longer needed it.
Angel stretched out his hand, and the black robe was squeaked by the wind, and the warriors of the wasteland could faintly see the golden reflection in Angel's sleeves.
"Is this your hand crossbow? It's a pity that it can't break my defense!" The wasteland warrior was agitated, and the blood of the fire salamander in his body was exposed by it. The originally sturdy figure became stronger, and the skin was faintly covered with red blood.
"One might not work, but what about ten?" Angel did not explain. What he released was not ten ordinary arrows, but ten magic-patterned arrows!
Angel took his time to aim at the wasteland warriors. Since the other party was a brainless target, he had enough time to allocate the landing spots of the various small magic-patterned arrows.
The 3 frost magic marks landed on his left side in a triangular shape. Even if he avoided it, he would be frozen by the frost and slide out of the field. The 3 flame magic marks landed on his right side and were lined up in a row. Two piercing armor and two sharp points scattered and attacked his body.
Angel smiled and calculated the direction and angle in his heart.
After confirming that it was correct, Angel kindly reminded: "I *** oh!"
Wasteland Warrior: "Come on, shoot me!"
The audience outside the venue was originally in a lively atmosphere, but this time it was suddenly silent: Why do you feel that this dialogue is a bit wrong
The innocent Angel never thought about the filth in his words. After the wasteland warrior answered him, he also nodded to the wasteland warrior very politely, and then his eyes narrowed, and the ten magic-patterned arrows shot in a salvo!
The wasteland warriors originally planned to use the amazing defensive power of the fire salamander to shock the milk baron who knew nothing about the sky and the earth. But when dealing with the hidden weapon, he suddenly felt a great sense of crisis!
wrong!
Beasts are born with frequent omens of crisis, and wizards who are integrated into the blood of beasts naturally inherit this talent. At this time, the wasteland warrior only felt that there was a cloud full of thunder and lightning, covering him!
No matter which direction he ran in, he couldn't dodge the lightning strike that was about to land in the cloud!