Chapter 191： First victory

Chapter 191, the first battle

The outside world is foggy and has entered sleep. But the underground market in Yongzhen is still very popular.

Especially under the sky tower, a bunch of people gathered in front of the big screen at the bottom of the tower, waiting for the death of the third-order tomorrow's battle table. Some of these people are low-level apprentices, and some are mortal. The mortal is purely for the middle and high-level apprentices to run errands, record meaningful matches, and record the players of these mid- to high-level apprentices.

"I don't know if the Muscats have a match tomorrow, so I like his fighting style, handsome and low-key!"

"It's also low-key. It's useless and meaningless. It can only be mixed at the bottom of the third-order death."

"It’s as if you can win the shepherd fox, you have the ability to go."

"I don't want to go to see the players of the Muscats who are not on the list anyway. If there are three tops in the list tomorrow, it will be fine. I haven't seen the top game for a long time."

"The top of the game, they started to promote three days in advance. How could it suddenly come out."

"Think about it, you can talk a lot."

As the bell tower of the bell tower was ringing eight times, at 8 o'clock in the evening, the data on the big screen at the bottom of the tower was completely renewed.

"Come out, tomorrow's battle table!"

The new match table, ranked to the top of the match, is recommended by the organizers to watch the game: "Ripper vs eternal rest, fifteenth floor fifth."

"Today's recommended game is still not very good. The ripper is only the player behind the fifteen-tier ranking table. Who is the eternal rest? I have not even heard of his name."

"It’s boring. The ripper is estimated to be torn into pieces after less than a minute. This game is not worth watching."

The sponsor's recommended game is almost impossible to see, they can only look down the screen to see if there is any game worth watching.

"The king of sighs can be watched, but his opponent is Mrs. Nightingale, and it looks like a one-sided game."

"The gargoyle is playing against the blood-sucking Ji, but you can see it. The strength of the blood-sucking Ji is almost up to the level of the third-level apprentice. It is several grades higher than the singer-like apprentice, but the fangs of the blood-sucking Ji are difficult to pierce the stone. Ghost stone skin surgery, there are checks and balances and highlights, it is worthy of attention."

The strength of the onlookers is not very powerful, but when it comes to the length of the seed players, each of them is like a family, as if they know the weaknesses, they can win.

"The 14th and 15th floor games have not exploded. Look at the 13th floor."

"I am looking forward to the shepherd fox on the thirteenth floor. He is the most handsome, no rebuttal!"

"But the Muscats have no matches tomorrow! Oh, there aren't a few games worth looking forward to on the 13th floor, and even the top ten on the rankings are not going to end."

"The seed player didn't play, but I can pay attention to the newcomer. You see, this new man named Milk Baron, the score is still 0 points, dare to face the wasteland warriors and the dark night!"

The woman who spoke pointed to the two games on the screen and talked to the man next to her.

"The morning battle against the warrior, the afternoon battle against the dark night? This newcomer can be a little courage, but unfortunately it is too self-sufficient. It is estimated that the warrior can only kill him. The night light is a white earned 3 points. ""

"Also, maybe I have an instinct, he may win."

"You are not a prophetic system, nor a horoscope, what intuition. I tell, it is an illusion!"

"The woman's intuition is very accurate, you guys know a fart!"

"If this milk baron can win, I will be stripped and streaked into the tree-lined square!"

The two men who spoke were obviously lovers, even if they were arguing, they still had arms around their arms.

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

"The lady's intuition is not wrong, the milk baron will definitely win."

The little couple turned their heads and looked at the speaker. The man frowned. "Who are you? Why do you say that the milk baron will win? Is it... you are the milk baron himself?"

"I am not." The voice of the speaker still smiles and takes out the information card from his body: "My nickname is the bear of the earth, you can call me a white bear."

The man wearing a white bear doll is smiling.

"As for why I said that the milk baron will win." The white bear expression with meditation: "Because, fate tells me that he will not lose."

"Destiny?" The man in the little couple snorted, "It’s a **** stick. Well, since you are so destined for fate and intuition, buy a ticket and see it."

The little couple went to buy tickets for the "milk baron VS wasteland warrior" and the white bear bought one. He clenched the tickets in his hand and flashed a firm expression in his eyes.

"Destiny tells me that my life is awkward, and only by taking the extraordinary road can I get rid of the bitter sea."

"Destiny tells me that the path of extraordinary is hard, only encountered..."

The voice of the white bear faded away, but he was faintly heard that he was talking about someone who could change his life.

"This white bear feels sacred, shouldn't it really be a prophecy?" The little couple looked at the white bear and went low.

"The woman's intuition tells me that maybe he is really prophetic."

......

The moon of the rain has passed, and the month of the fire has arrived.

Anger’s first game of the third-order death was just in the early days of the first month of the fire. If you don't count the day cycle and only correspond to the earth's civilization according to the month, this day is the Children's Day of the Earth. But in the wizarding world, this day is no different, but for Angel, there is another meaning, today is Lyon's birthday.

Since his parents passed away, he and Lyon have lived together. It can be said that Angel is the most dependent person in his life, and he is Lyon. Now, when I arrive at Lyon's birthday, why not let him miss.

I have been away from home for a year and a half. I want to come to Lyon and have already inherited the title. Have you started to show your strength in the town of Gru? The war with the Haishu country, should it be over?

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

With this homesickness and faint thoughts, Angel came to the Sky Tower.

Perhaps it was more than playing the game, or the birthday of his brother distracted him. Angel did not feel nervous about the battle today.

Until he stood on the platform and heard the warm cheers from the audience, he slowly returned.

The large glass screen on the top of the head shows the names and countdowns of the two.

Next to the name is the player's avatar. Anger’s head was also imprinted, but he still wore a hood and could not see the true face.

As for the head of the opponent "Wasteland Warrior", Angel did not pay attention. Because people are standing opposite him, it is better to look at the real person than to look at the avatar.

"Milk Baron, others don't know you, I just know you." The Waste Warrior is a strong man wearing a terracotta armor: "You should know the War Horn."

"Uh huh." Anger actually didn't know who the "war horn" said by the Warriors, but he was a cold-blooded baron, and he didn't need to say too much.

"He is my teammate, you have beaten him. So I understand all your tricks." Waste Warrior: "Your alchemy weapon is really good, but it only ends here. You can't break my Defensive."

When the Warriors of the Wasteland said that this time, Angel also remembered the "War of the War", which seemed to be the apprentice of the 11th floor of the Prayer, relying on a person who added various states to fight in close combat.

"I am very grateful that you have not killed my teammates, so today I will make an exception and will not kill you." When the Waste Warrior said this, it was like giving a gift to Angel.

"However, I will still let you deeply remember, the painful battle with me!"

The lonely and arrogant milk baron still did not speak, but the little Angel in his heart was silently vomiting: "How much is this cargo, it is better to call the shrapper warrior than to call it a waste warrior."

The nonsense warrior said a few more mouthpieces, and the countdown to the start of the game was finally zero.

Anger came up with nothing to say, an ice wall to protect himself, and then rushed back, all kinds of defensive tricks to add.

The opposite nonsense warrior did not move, and the superior sense of slap against Anger: "Come on, shoot me! I am hiding, I lose!"

Anger looked at the nonsense warrior and his eyes lit up! I am blaming you, you are a real warrior!

I did not expect that the earth novels would not deceive me. I really have such cannons that lack brains!

"Oh, I hope you can talk about it." Angel's eyes narrowed into crescents. He intended to use secret weapons. It seems that he is not using it.

Anger reached out and the black robe was slammed by the wind. The waste warrior faintly saw the golden reflection in the sleeves of Angel.

"Is this your handcuffs? Unfortunately, I can't break my defense!" The waste warrior is agitated, and the blood of the body is exposed. The original strong body is stronger, and the skin is also covered with red blood.

"One may not work, but ten?" Anger did not explain, he released not ten ordinary small arrows, but ten magic grain arrows!

Anger is aiming at the waste warrior with a sly look. Since the opponent is a target of brain damage, he has enough time to allocate the points of the magic arrows.

Three frosty magic patterns fell on his left side, which was a triangle-shaped drop point. Even if he avoided it, he would be frozen by the frost and then slipped out of the field. Three flames of the magic pattern fell on his right side, lined up in a row, if you hide to the right, three consecutive hairs must be in the middle. Two pieces of Sundering and two sharp edges are scattered to attack his body.

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

After confirming that it was correct, Angel also kindly reminded: "I am ***!"

Wasteland Warrior: "Come on, shoot me!"

The audience outside the audience was warm and the time suddenly silenced: Why do you feel that this conversation is a bit wrong?

Innocent Anger can never think about the pollution in the words. After the Wasteland Warrior answered him, he also politely nodded to the Wasteland Warrior, and then his eyes condensed, and the ten magical arrows volleyed!

The Wasteland Warrior was originally prepared to use the amazing defensive power of the earth, and shocked the baron of milk that was not so tall. But when dealing with the hidden weapon, he suddenly felt a great sense of crisis!

wrong!

The beasts are born with extraordinary signs of crisis, and the wizards who integrate into the blood of the 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 fled, he couldn't escape the lightning strike that was about to land in the cloud!

(End of this chapter)