The night outside is thick with fog, and it has already entered a peaceful slumber. However, the underground market in Yongzhi 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 tomorrow's battle list for the third level of death. Some of these people are low-level apprentices, and some are mortals. The mortals are purely for the mid-to-high level.
An errand boy for high-level apprentices, recording meaningful matches and players that these middle- and high-level apprentices follow.
"I don't know if Fox Shepherd will compete tomorrow. I really like his fighting style. He's handsome and low-key!"
"Still keeping a low profile? Pretending to be blind and trying to be cool is useless and meaningless. You can only hang out at the bottom of the third level of death."
"It sounds like you can defeat the fox herder. If you have the ability, go ahead."
"Anyway, I won't watch the matches of players like Fox Shepherd who are not on the list. It would be great if the top three players would compete tomorrow. I haven't seen the top players compete for a long time."
"The top matches are promoted three days in advance. How could they suddenly appear?"
"It's hard to think about it. You are the only one who talks a lot."
As the bell tower bell rang eight times throughout the market, at 8 o'clock in the evening, the data on the big screen at the bottom of the tower changed to new ones.
"It's out, tomorrow's battle list!"
The new battle list, the battle match at the top, is the match recommended by the organizer to watch: "Tearer VS Eternal Rest, the fifth match of the fifteenth floor."
"Today's recommended match is still not that good. The Ripper is only a player at the bottom of the fifteenth floor ranking list. Who is Eternal Rest? I have never even heard of his name."
"It's boring. The Ripper will probably tear his opponent into pieces in less than a minute. This game is not worth watching."
It was almost impossible to watch the games recommended by the organizer. They could only look at the bottom of the screen to see if there were any games worth watching.
"You can pay attention to the King of Sighs' match, but his opponent is Mrs. Night Owl. It seems to be another one-sided match."
"You can watch the Gargoyle fight against the Vampire Queen. The Vampire Queen's strength is almost at the level of a third-level apprentice, several levels higher than a second-level apprentice like Gargoyle, but the Vampire Queen's fangs are difficult to pierce through the stone statue.
The ghost's stone skin technique has checks and balances as well as highlights, and is worthy of attention."
The onlookers may not necessarily be very powerful, but when it comes to the strengths and weaknesses of the seeded players, everyone knows them very well, as if they can win as long as they know their weaknesses.
"The competitions on the 14th and 15th floors are no longer exciting. Let's take a look at the 13th floor."
"I am looking forward to the Fox Shepherd on the thirteenth floor. He is the most handsome. There is no way to refute him!"
"However, the Fox Shepherd will not have a game tomorrow! Alas, there are not many games worth looking forward to on the 13th floor. They are not even in the top ten on the ranking list."
"The seeded players are not on the field, but you can pay attention to the newcomers. Look, this newcomer named Milk Baron still has 0 points, so he dares to face the Wasteland Warriors and Night Twilight at the same time!"
The woman who spoke pointed to the two games on the screen and said to the male companion beside her.
"Fight against the Wasteland Warrior in the morning, and the Night Twilight in the afternoon? This newcomer can do it, he has some courage, but unfortunately he overestimates his abilities. I think the Wasteland Warrior alone can kill him. Night Twilight just earned 3 points in vain.
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"Maybe, I have a gut feeling that he might win."
"You are not from the prophecy or astrology system, so what kind of intuition are you talking about? I tell you, it is just an illusion!"
"Women's intuition is very accurate, but you men know nothing!"
"If this Milk Baron wins, I will strip naked and run naked in Shulingting Square!"
The two people talking were obviously a couple, even though they were quarreling, they were still holding arms.
At this time, a gentle voice with a smile came in.
"The lady's intuition is right, the Milk Baron will definitely win."
The young couple turned to look at the speaker. The man frowned: "Who are you? Why do you say that the Milk Baron will win? Could it be that... 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 the Bear of the Earth, you can call me White Bear."
The man wearing a white bear doll costume said with a smile.
"As for why I said Milk Baron will win." White Bear said with a thoughtful expression, "Because, fate tells me that he will not lose."
"Destiny?" the man in the young couple sneered, "Another bastard. Well, since you are so sure of fate and intuition, let's buy a ticket and see."
The young couple went to buy tickets for "Milk Baron VS Wasteland Warriors", and White Bear also bought one. He clenched the tickets in his hands, with a determined expression flashing in his eyes.
"Destiny told me that my life has been miserable, and I can only escape from the sea of suffering by walking on the extraordinary path."
"Destiny tells me that the road to transcendence is difficult, but only when I encounter..."
Bai Xiong's voice gradually faded away, but he could faintly be heard talking about someone, someone who could change his life.
"This white bear seems to be nagging. Could it really be a prophecy?" The young couple said in a low voice as they watched the white bear go away.
"A woman's intuition tells me that maybe he really is a prophecy."
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The month of continuous rain has passed, and the month of flowing fire has arrived.
Angel's first game in the third level of death happened to be on the first day of the month of Flowing Fire. If you don't count the daily cycle and just correspond to the earth's civilization according to the month, this day is regarded as the children's day of the earth. But in the wizarding world, this day
There is no difference, but for Angel, it has another meaning. Today is Leon's birthday.
Since his parents passed away, he and Leon have been dependent on each other. It can be said that the person Angel relies on and is closest to in his life is Leon. Now that it's Leon's birthday, why not let him miss him.
It has been a year and a half since I left home. I think Leon has inherited the title and started to show his talents in Gru Town, right? Is the war with Hailan Kingdom over?
I don’t know when I will be able to return to my hometown.
With this nostalgia and a touch of longing, Angel came to the Sky Tower.
Maybe it was because he played too many games, or maybe his brother's birthday distracted him, but Angel didn't feel nervous about today's battle.
It wasn't until he stood on the ring and heard the warm cheers from the audience that he slowly came back to his senses.
The large glass screen above the head displayed the names of the two people and a countdown.
Next to the name is the player's profile picture. Angel's profile picture is also engraved on it, but he is still wearing a hood, so his real face cannot be seen clearly.
As for the avatar of his opponent "Wasteland Warrior", Angel didn't pay attention. Because everyone was standing opposite him, it was better to see the real person than to see the avatar.
"Milk Baron, others don't know you, but I happen to know you." The Wasteland Warrior is a strong man wearing khaki armor: "You should know the 'War Horn'."
"Uh-huh." Angel actually didn't know who the "war horn" the Wasteland Warriors was talking about was, but he was the aloof Milk Baron, so he didn't need to say too many words at all.
"He is my teammate, and you have defeated him before. So I know all your tricks." Wasteland Warrior: "Your alchemical weapons are indeed very good, but that's all. You can't break me."
Defensive."
When the wasteland warrior said this, Angel also thought of the person named "War Horn", who seemed to be an eleventh-level prayer-based apprentice, a person 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 will make an exception today and not 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 outcome of fighting with me!"
The aloof and cold Milk Baron still didn't speak, but little Angel in his heart was silently complaining: "Why does this guy talk so much? Instead of calling him the Wasteland Warrior, he should be called the Bullshit 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, using an ice wall to protect himself, and then retreated quickly, adding various defensive tricks.
The bullshit warrior on the opposite side did not move. He patted his chest armor at Angel with a sense of superiority: "Come on, fire at me! If I dodge, I will lose!"
Angel looked at the nonsense warrior and his eyes lit up! I wrongly blamed you, you are a real warrior!
I didn’t expect that the earth novels would not deceive me. There really is such a cannon fodder with no brains!
"Haha, I hope you keep your word." Angel's smiling eyes turned into crescent moons. He was planning to use a secret weapon, but it seems that he won't have to.
Angel stretched out his hand, and the black robe was blown violently by the wind. The wasteland warrior faintly saw 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 stirred, and the blood of the fire salamander in his body was revealed. The originally strong body became stronger, and the skin was also faintly covered with red spots.
Red bloodshot.
"One may not work, but what about ten?" Angel didn't explain. What he released was not ten ordinary small arrows, but ten magic patterned small arrows!
Angel had enough time to aim at the Wasteland Warrior. Since the opponent was a brainless target, he had enough time to allocate the impact points of each small arrow with magic patterns.
Three frost magic patterns landed on his left side, forming a triangle. Even if he dodged, he would be frozen by the frost and then slide out of the field. Three flame magic patterns landed on his right side, in a row.
Open, if you hide to the right, three consecutive shots will hit him. Two armor-breaking and two sharp ones will attack his body separately.
Angel smiled and calculated the direction and angle in his mind.
After confirming that it was correct, Angel kindly reminded: "Oh my God!"
Wasteland Warrior: "Come on, shoot it for me!"
The audience outside the venue was originally in a lively atmosphere, but suddenly fell silent at this time: Why does it feel like there is something wrong with this conversation?
The innocent Angel never thought about the dirty power in his words. After the Wasteland Warrior answered him, he nodded to the Wasteland Warrior very politely, then focused his eyes and fired ten small arrows with magic patterns.
shoot!
The Wasteland Warrior originally planned to use the amazing defensive power of the Fire Salamander to frighten the ignorant Milk Baron. But when dealing with the hidden weapon, he suddenly felt a great sense of crisis!
wrong!
Beasts are born with extraordinary forebodings of crises, and wizards who have merged with the blood of beasts naturally inherit this talent. At this time, the wasteland warrior only felt that a cloud full of thunder and lightning enveloped him!
No matter which direction he ran, he could not avoid the lightning strike that was about to land in the clouds!