Chapter 192

The night fog outside is thick and has entered a peaceful sleep.?? But the underground market in the eternal day is still 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 tomorrow. Some of these people are low-level apprentices and some are mortals. Mortals are just running errands for middle and high-level apprentices, recording meaningful competitions and players concerned by these middle and high-level apprentices.

"I don't know if the fox herder will have a game tomorrow. I like his fighting style, handsome and low-key!"

"Still low-key? Pretending to be blind and handsome is useless and meaningless. It can only be fooled at the bottom of the third level of death."

"It's like you can win the fox Herder. You have the ability to go."

"Anyway, I won't go to the competition of fox herders who don't appear on the list. If only there were three lists tomorrow, I haven't seen the list competition for a long time."

"The competition of the list began to be publicized three days in advance. How can it be played suddenly."

"Think about it. You talk a lot."

With the bell tower ringing through the market, the bell was sounded eight times. At 8:00 p.m., the data on the big screen at the bottom of the tower was replaced.

"Come out, tomorrow's watch!"

The new table, the match at the top, is recommended by the organizers: "the Ripper vs eternal rest, game 5 on the 15th floor."

"Today's recommended competition is still not very good. The ripper is just the player behind the 15th floor qualifying table. Who is eternal rest? I haven't even heard of his name."

"It's boring. The Ripper tore his opponent to pieces in less than a minute. This game is not worth watching."

The organizers can hardly watch the recommended games. They can only look under the screen to see if there are any games worth watching.

"The king of sighs can pay attention to the game, but his opponent is Mrs. owl. It looks like a one-sided game."

"You can have a look at the war between the stone ghost and the blood sucking girl. The strength of the blood sucking girl is almost up to the level of a third-class apprentice, which is several grades higher than that of a second-class apprentice like the stone ghost, but the blood sucking girl's fangs are difficult to pierce the stone skin of the stone ghost. There are checks and balances and highlights, which are worth paying attention to."

The strength of the onlookers is not necessarily strong, but when it comes to the length of seed players, everyone is like a treasure, as if they can win as long as they know their weaknesses.

"There is no explosive point in the competition between the 14th and 15th floors. Look at the 13th floor."

"On the 13th floor, I look forward to the fox Herder. He is the most handsome and has no refutation!"

"However, the fox shepherd will not have a game tomorrow! Alas, there are few games worth looking forward to on the 13th floor, and there is no end to the top ten in the ranking table."

"If the seed player doesn't play, you can pay attention to the newcomers. You see, the newcomer named milk Baron still has O points. He dares to face the Waste Land Warrior and the dark twilight at the same time!"

The talking woman pointed to the two games on the screen and said to the man beside her.

"Fight the wasteland warrior in the morning and the dark twilight in the afternoon? The newcomer can be a little brave, but it's too much. It's estimated that the wasteland warrior alone can kill him. The dark Twilight makes three points in vain."

"Maybe Oh, I have an intuition that he may win."

"You're not a prophecy system or a astrological system. What intuition are you talking about? I tell you, it's an illusion!"

"Women's intuition is very accurate. You men know shit!"

"If the milk Baron can win, I'll strip off and run naked to shulingting square!"

The two people who spoke were obviously lovers. Even if they were quarrelling, they still held their arms.

At this time, a gentle voice with a smile came in.

"The lady's intuition is right. The milk Baron is sure to win."

The little couple turned and looked at the speaker. The man frowned: "who are you? Why do you think the milk Baron will win? Are you the milk Baron himself?"

"I'm not." The speaker's voice was still smiling and took out the information card: "my nickname is the earth bear. You can call me white bear."

The man in the white bear doll costume said with a smile.

"As for why I said the milk Baron would win." The white bear's expression was thoughtful: "because fate told me that he would not lose."

"Destiny?" The man in the little couple scoffed, "he's a divine stick again. Well, since you are so determined about fate and intuition, buy a ticket and have a look."

The little couple went to buy tickets for "milk Baron vs Waste Land Warrior", and the white bear also bought one. He clenched the ticket in his hand and a firm expression flashed in his eyes.

"Fate tells me that my life has been full of setbacks. Only by taking the road to the world can I escape from the sea of suffering."

"Fate tells me how difficult the road is, only to meet..."

The white bear's voice faded away, but he was vaguely heard talking about someone who could change his life.

"The white bear feels God nagging. Isn't it really a prophecy?" The little couple watched the white bear go away and whispered.

"A woman's intuition tells me that maybe he is really a prophet."

……

The month of continuous rain has passed, and the month of flowing fire has come.

Angel's game in the third stage of death happened to be on the first day of Liuhuo month. If we don't count the day cycle and only correspond to the earth civilization according to the month, this day is 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 Lyon's birthday.

Since his parents died, he and Lyon have depended on each other. It can be said that the closest person Angel relies on in his life is Lyon. Now it's Lyon's birthday. Why don't you let him miss it.

It's been a year and a half since I left home. I think Lyon has inherited the title and started to fight in Gru town? Should the war with Hailan state be over?

I don't know when I can return to my hometown.

With this nostalgia and a touch of missing, angel came to the sky tower.

Maybe he played more games, or his brother's birthday distracted him. Angel didn't feel nervous about today's battle.

It was not until he stood on the challenge arena and heard the warm cheers of the audience that he slowly regained his consciousness.

A large glass screen overhead shows their names and countdown.

Next to the name is the contestant's head. Angel's head was also engraved, but he was still wearing a hood and couldn't see the real face.

As for the avatar of his opponent "Waste Land Warrior", angel didn't pay attention. Because people are standing opposite him, it's better to look at real people than avatars.

"Milk Baron, others don't know you. I happen to know you." The wasteland warrior is a strong man wearing yellow armor: "you should know the 'War horn'."

"HMM." Angel actually doesn't know who the "war horn" said by the Waste Land Warrior is, but he is a cold milk Baron and doesn't need to say much at all.

"He's my teammate. You've beaten him. So I know all your tricks." Wasteland Warrior: "your alchemy weapon is really good, but that's all. You can't break my defense."

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 fought close by adding various states to himself.

"I appreciate that you didn't kill my teammates, so today I will make an exception and won't kill you." When the wasteland warrior said this, it was like giving Angel some kind of supreme honor.

"However, I will still make you deeply remember the painful end of fighting with me!"

The barbaric milk Baron still did not speak, but the little Angell in his heart was silently tucking out: "how much is this commodity, so it's better to make complaints about the warrior than to call it a waste warrior."

Nonsense, the warrior said a few words, and the countdown to the beginning of the game finally returned to zero.

Angel came up without saying a word, protected himself with an ice wall, then retreated quickly, and added various defense tricks.

The opposite nonsense warrior didn't move. He patted his chest armor at angel with a full sense of superiority: "come on, shoot at me! I hide, I lose!"

Angel looked at the nonsense warrior and his eyes lit up! I'm wrong about you. You're a real warrior!

I didn't expect that the earth would not deceive me. There is really such cannon fodder without a string!

"Hehe, I hope you keep your word." Angel's smiling eyes turned into crescent moon. He planned to use secret weapons. It seems that he doesn't need them.

Angel stretched out his hand, his black robe was blown by the wind, and the Waste Land Warrior saw the golden reflection in angel's sleeve.

"Is this your crossbow? Unfortunately, it can't break my defense!" The wasteland warrior is agitated, and the blood of the ground fire salamander in his body is revealed. The original strong figure is stronger, and the skin is also vaguely covered with red blood.

"One may not work, but what about ten?" Angel didn't explain. What he released was not ten ordinary arrows, but ten magic arrows!

Angel takes time to aim at the wasteland warrior. Since the other party is a brain crippled target, he has enough time to allocate the landing points of each magic pattern arrow.

Three cold frost magic patterns fall on his left, showing a triangular landing point. Even if he avoids, he will be frozen by the cold frost, and then slide out of the field. Three flame magic patterns fell on his right side in a line. If you hide on the right side, you will hit the third company. Two armor breakers and two sharps attack him separately.

Angel smiled and calculated the direction and angle in his heart.

After confirming the correctness, angel kindly reminded: "I * * * Oh!"

Wasteland Warrior: "come on, shoot me!"

There was a warm atmosphere outside the audience. At this time, there was a sudden silence: why do you feel that there is something wrong with the dialogue?

The pure angel didn't think about the dirty force in the words at all. After the wasteland warrior answered him, he nodded politely to the wasteland warrior, then his eyes coagulated, and ten magic arrows shot together!

The wasteland warrior was going to use the amazing defense of the ground fire salamander to frighten the milk baron who didn't know the height of the earth. But when dealing with the hidden weapon shooting, he suddenly felt a great sense of crisis!

incorrect!

Animals are born with a constant omen of crisis. Wizards who integrate into animal blood naturally inherit this talent. At this time, the wasteland warrior only felt that there was a cloud full of thunder and lightning enveloping him!

No matter which direction he ran away, he could not escape the lightning strike that was about to fall in the cloud! eight