Brela led the entire team of the Croshes formed by her to sit in the silent hall on the side of the stadium.
She found a position to sit down and directly pulled her gloves and sleeves up, ready to adjust her mind and greet the most important Holy Spirit game in her life.
"Are everyone ready?"
Bu Lei ** recorded the interface of the Holy Spirit, and successfully entered the game-specific server under the guidance of the pop-up options.
Her other teammates also gave Brela a response, except for the teammate named White who was sitting next to her.
"Will, even sitting here, you will be in the market?"
Brela looked at White, who was sitting on the side. He had taken off the glasses on his nose and rubbed his eyes with his hands. His hands were still shaking.
This gesture is like an ostrich that buryes its head in the sand.
Brela put his hand on his shoulder and wanted to cheer him up.
This move caused White to immediately release his eyes and his hands were full of sweat when her eyes looked at Brela again.
"Breila!" He said to him with some sobbing voice "We... still surrender."
"You have to surrender before the game is started? White, are you really scared by the old woman?"
When Brera had just met with Queen Akkana, she was worried about her ignoring her handshake.
It was a contempt for her and her teammates, which gave Brela a sigh of relief.
"old…"
White was amazed at the so bad name of Brela. He just wanted to scream for the exit and he was quickly handcuffed by him.
"That is the great Queen Akakana, Brela, you are a native of the sea, so I don't understand... My father is a nobleman of the country of steel, and I am now... standing on the opposite side of the queen!" White's voice It sounds a bit out of control. "She will kill me, no! It is my father who knows that I dare to provoke your lord, and my father will not be merciful to me."
Brela didn't expect him to be afraid of this level. Brela didn't know why the Queen Ekana would make White afraid to be like this.
But at this moment, the most important member of the Krothy team has lost confidence!
"I have to leave here, before the game has started."
White muttered to himself, and after making this decision, he immediately ran outside the silent hall.
"White!"
It was too late for Brela to reach out and stop him. He directly pushed the door of the silent hall and ran to the outside platform.
"You are waiting here."
Brela immediately chased it out, but at this moment the sky fell and the green leaves fell.
She looked at the distant field, and the ground she stood on was covered by altars piled up by stones. The scenery on the field also changed dramatically.
Brela looked at this moment, and White, who was originally prepared to escape, stood in front of the scene in a dull, as if a **** was creating a new picture on the ground.
When Brela and White came back, she was already standing in a familiar place.
That is the birth altar of the Holy Spirit Corps in the battlefield of the Holy Spirit.
"The cast iron man finally banned the hero of the illusionist Melols. The hero's ultimate skill is to completely reverse a battle. Now the eligibility for the ban is handed over to Croshere... these young fighters will Will the hero be banned from playing?"
Banned?
Brela raised her head and looked at the screen in the distance. She found that on the screen was her horrified expression and the side of White was horrified to the point of collapse.
Before the hero selection in the ladder of the Holy Spirit, both teams had the opportunity to ban a hero from playing.
Brela instantly understood that the battle had begun. She opened her own magic net, and it turned out that the interface chosen by the hero had been displayed.
"You intend to ban that hero to play?" Brela asked White.
"Export there?"
White saw his face appear on the screen and immediately covered his cheek to escape.
If he was remembered by Queen Akkana or was known by his father, it would be very miserable for the game to win or lose his final game.
Brela watched him take a weak look, and some angry pulled the corner of his robe, and then he directly sat down on the ground.
At this moment, Brela can hear the voices from the surrounding audience...
"The Croshey team seems to have ushered in an inner bar on the first day of the game. It seems that these young players have not adjusted the contradictions within the team."
As the brass dragon explained, the audience’s eyes were gathered on the body of Brela and White outside the silent hall.
"You are already standing here! The old woman will definitely regard you as a contestant!"
Brela’s current anger is nowhere to vent. She was entered into this team by Waita. In order to participate in this game, she not only failed her parents’ expectations, but was beaten by her father before leaving. The assessment opportunities for the five inscriptions are missed!
Now White tells Brela that he doesn't want to fight?
"This is not the same..."
White, who fell to the ground, kept retreating. At the same time, looking around and looking around, he seemed to want to find a place to hide.
Brela looked at him so weakly, clenched his fists... Suddenly a female voice resounded throughout the game.
‘Please ask the Holy Spirit to choose a hero. ’
This is the sound of the Holy Spirit game system!
Brela has just banned the master craftsman Bazuli, and now has entered the stage of hero selection!
She glanced at White, who fell to the ground, and glanced at the interface chosen by the hero. She chose the sorcerer Lola Hughes directly!
This hero comes from the country of frost, can be said to be the enemy of the country of steel!
But this man who is like a giant bear is White's favorite hero, and he is also a hero he is best at. In the past, he also boasted to Brela that ‘I am the shudder of the majesty is definitely the best in the world! ’
"I helped you get the hunter you like the most!" Brela hoped to use this way to get him back.
"No, I can't use Rolla Hughes in front of the emperor of our country... this will be treated as a rebellion."
When his words were not finished, he felt vaguely that the ground began to vibrate.
Not just him... Brela also felt the vibration of the ground.
Brela and White both turned their heads, and a tall figure was slowly coming towards them.
When they saw the true look of the figure, whether White or Brela had forgotten what he wanted to say, what he could do was to let his surprised expression settle there.
The sorcerer, Lola Hughes, once defeated thousands of terrorist soldiers of the Frostland soldiers by one person.
This warrior, which only exists in the legend, slowly came out from the interface of the magic net at this moment, and came to the front of White and Brela in a realistic posture.
His height is more than two meters, and his cheeks are branded with the marks of the Silver Frost fox family. His body is so burly that perhaps a frost bear can easily shoot in front of him.
The sorcerer, Lola Hughes, stared at White, who fell to the ground, and extended his palm to White...
"It's time to crush all the enemies! Summoner."
The sorcerer Lola Hughes used a heavy voice to say that White was equally familiar with the lines.
White has used the hero for more than two hundred games, and his line, White, can almost be backed up.
At the same time, White also used the shudders to win countless four kills and five kills. Even several times, the entire team of the enemy was directly destroyed by one person.
This hero is his confidence to stand here, and his confidence in playing the Holy Spirit!
If he uses the hero of the sorcerer, he has absolute confidence that no one in the field can win him.
As long as he fights side by side with this hero, it is... the world's first!
Confidence and a feeling of blood rushing in his body, he reached out and wanted to hold this...have been with him to fight for the comrades who did not know how long on the battlefield of the Holy Spirit.
But when he touched the sorcerer Lola Hughes, his hand crossed the scarred arm of the shudder.
Illusion, the real shudder has died as early as a thousand years ago, and... even if he is alive, he can't fight alongside his nameless generation.
When these thoughts came to the mind of White, the next Brela took his extended hand and pulled him up from the ground.
"Your comrades have us," said Brela.