Chapter 534: Witness the legend
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Warhammer Wizard
- Emperor
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- 2021-01-30 01:37:46
In the Phoenix Arena, Ren was suspended in the air.
He exchanged the Titan Strength armor back to Mithril Light Armor, revealing his face, his expression is still calm and determined, the thunder hammer is held in his hand, the electric light on the hammer head is beating, the blood-red cloak is unfolded on his back, and the hunt is screaming.
The invincible demeanor made him seem to be shrouded in an indescribable light.
People are fascinated by it.
This epic heroic scene is imprinted in my mind, I am afraid I will never forget it for the rest of my life.
"Wow..."
"Speaker Ren, invincible under the holy soul!"
After a few seconds of silence, the entire arena was boiling. Tens of thousands of spectators were excited, and they couldn't help shouting loudly, cheering for the young imperial hero. The sound was like a tsunami, one after another, as if to overturn the arena.
On the high platforms of the ten towers, even the legends of the major floating cities and colleges were in awe of Rennes's strength.
Even though Rennes had been known as invincible under the Holy Soul before this, most legendary wizards sneered. Mark is indeed the pinnacle of the nineteenth level legend, but he is just a giant deer warrior. What qualifications does he have to compare with a wizard?
Defeating a Mark will dare to say that he is invincible under the Holy Soul, which is simply a joke.
Until now, Renn has successively defeated three powerful Nether Elders, proved his strength, and confirmed that title, no one doubted it anymore.
What happened today will be spread throughout the empire and recorded in history!
"Rene Augustus!"
"Rene Augustus!"
"Rene Augustus!"
Gradually, the audience shouted out Ren's full name neatly, resounding across the sky, spreading beyond the arena and academy, and even the city of Blueworth, a few miles away, could hear it. It surprised hundreds of thousands of citizens.
Ren stopped in mid-air and spread his hands, with a faint smile on his face, triggering a louder shout.
He enjoyed the highly anticipated moment of glory.
In the pit on the ground, Elder Halawa woke up with severe pain in his head. He heard countless people yelling Ren's name in his ear, and his vision was a little blurred.
When his vision recovered, he raised his head and saw Wren in the sky.
It was noon at this time, and the early autumn sun was still very strong. Ryan in mid-air happened to block the sun, and the light behind him made him extremely tall. The shadows formed filled Halawa’s vision, and the ears echoed. The sound made him a little surprised.
"I'm not dead..."
Halawa's headache eased a bit, and he said in his heart: "He has been merciful."
After the fight just now, he knew very well how terrifying Renn's power was. Even if he had a body of steel, earth pulsation, and various protective methods, his head would not be able to withstand Renn's legendary power.
If Renn made a full shot, his head would have been blasted.
Even if he was prepared to make sacrifices in advance, Halawa felt fortunate in his heart that no one wanted to die, and the longer he lived, the more he cherished his life.
He has lived for more than 700 years. He knows how precious life is. Who doesn't want to live longer?
life……
Halawa whispered to himself, with a flash of inspiration in his mind, and his eyes seemed a little bit stunned, as if everything could be explained.
"That's it."
His mind moved slightly to allow the demon souls of the Goronn Beast King and the Deer Head Spirit to be possessed, and the aortic movement took effect, and the power of the earth on the back continuously flowed into the body, stimulating the Deer Head Spirit's eight-level self-healing. The trauma quickly recovered, and the heavy injury recovered in a few seconds.
Halawa slowly stood up from the pit, put away the black giant sword that had fallen not far away, and flew to Renn.
The shouts of the audience lowered.
"Thank you." Harawa raised his hand to pretend to wipe off the blood on his head while the sound was not completely subdued, and covered his mouth with a wide cuff, and quickly whispered: "I will go back to Nether to investigate secretly and wait for my news. , You don’t have to make provocations anymore."
After speaking, he directly teleported back to the western tower, calmed down the depressed but grateful Nether Wizard, and sat down into silence.
The audience couldn't understand why Elder Halawa didn't even have a sentence?
Everyone looked at Renne eagerly, expecting him to continue to challenge, but there is still an Elder Nether on the western tower.
Elder Ksnyder suddenly became the focus of the audience.
Although he has lived for hundreds of years, his strength is strong, his fame and status are high in Floating City, he has seen too many storms in his life, but he was stared at by tens of thousands of people, and Ren also cast his eyes and made his scalp numb. , I shuddered in my heart.
He is a nineteenth-level wizard. He has not reached the peak, and his strength is far inferior to Elder Halawa, similar to Kuitu and Inora.
Moreover, he was also an ice elementalist, who was good at the powerful spells and control of the high circle, completely restrained by Renn.
If you play, there will be a dead end.
But if you don't respond to Ren's challenge, your wise life will be ruined.
The other three elders have all played, and he is the only one who retreats and fights timidly. What will the Nether Wizard and the people of the Empire think of themselves in the future?
While Ksnyder was struggling, Renn suddenly flew out of the infield and returned to the Eastern Tower.
He did not provoke again!
"what?"
"Why don't you continue? Nether has an elder!"
Tens of thousands of spectators were full of disappointment, whispering to each other, talking with friends around them from their seats, and everyone didn't want the end of this century-old show. Some people even yelled loudly, hoping that Rennes would challenge him again.
Only Ksnyder was ecstatic in his heart and breathed a sigh of relief, but did not dare to show it.
"Nether, it's all waste!"
Suddenly, a harsh shout came from the auditorium below, making the faces of Ksnyder and the Nether wizards froze.
"Nether, it's all waste..."
I don’t know who took the lead. Some brave audiences also clamored. At first, they were only sporadicly mixed in the noise. Gradually, more and more people shouted, and they became more and more orderly. The effect finally suppressed all the sounds.
In the end it developed to tens of thousands of viewers shouting in unison: "Nether, it's all rubbish!"
The Nether wizards blushed and couldn't even lift their heads.
"Damn it! These people think they are Ren Augustus?" Ksnyder's face was sullen, and he immediately wanted to take action. He found out the few leading guys and killed them directly, but found that tens of thousands of people were screaming. , I don't know who is making trouble.
He looked at the other two elders.
Innova has just been resurrected, and has not yet escaped from the shadow of experiencing death, a little absent-minded.
Elder Halawa was silent again, as if he hadn't heard these insults.
"What to do?" asked a legendary junior wizard who was leading the team, anxious and angry, already scolded.
Nether wizards all looked at Elder Ksnyder. Obviously, everyone had the idea of letting him fight, but they were afraid to say it, because it was tantamount to asking the elder to die.
Ksnyder hesitated to speak, but in the end he didn't have the courage to say it.
"Ah..." Some Nether wizards sighed in a low voice.
"quiet!"
A gentle yet majestic voice rang in everyone's ears, echoing in the arena, overwhelming the neat screams.
The image of the sky also switched to the northern tower, showing the teachers and students of Blueworth College.
Standing at the front is Dean Sabra.
His expression was very serious, and he continued: "Everyone, please give the due respect to Nether City and Master Ogulevi. The magic duel has ended, and no one should disturb the flow of this exchange. Now I declare... …"
Sabra was still speaking on stage, and an extraordinary person below shouted: "Your Excellency, respect is won by your own strength, not by others..."
"That's it!"
"Let Speaker Rennes and Elder Nether come on the court, we're going to watch the magic duel, it's much better than the game!"
"We want to watch a duel!"
Some spectators in Xingtou protested loudly, and some even incited the audience around them to shout together.
"To shut up!"
Sabra yelled, and a burst of magical aura swept across the arena. Tens of thousands of spectators discovered that they had been silenced, and they were desperately opening their mouths without making any sound.
Those extraordinary people who protested were swept by white light and disappeared instantly.
They were all forced out of the arena.
The restless audience was immediately quiet, and no one dared to offend Dean Sabra again. His slowly gaze swept across the audience, and many of the spectators who had acted a while ago suddenly felt like a man with their backs, bowed their heads and did not dare to look back, they were trembling with fright.
"This breath..."
Some perceptive legends were puzzled, and realized that Dean Sabra was different, and seemed to be more than the pinnacle of legend.
On the tower to the southwest, Herstaff suddenly opened his eyes, his dark eyes filled with surprise.
His wife, Laila, is also watching the high platform where the Blue Academy is located.
"Sabra got promoted?"
Hastaf conveyed a magical message to his wife in his heart, his tone not quite sure.
As one of the few legendary peaks in the empire most likely to be promoted to the Holy Soul, he is no stranger to Sabra, and it can even be said to be relatively familiar. Both of them are the deans of the three major colleges of the empire, and they are both legendary pinnacles, and they have been secretly competing for hundreds of years.
Sabra is a transformation wizard, and the transformation wizard has never produced a holy soul. This is a path that no one has explored before.
Therefore, Herstaff always thinks that he has a better chance of promotion, at least earlier than Sabra.
But now the situation seems to have changed.
"It should be a promotion. Even if it hasn't, it's definitely not far away." Laila observed for a few seconds and couldn't help feeling a little envious, and responded in her heart: "The empire will soon have the thirteenth holy soul wizard!"
She is also one of the most promising legends in the empire to be promoted to the Holy Soul. She has gone further than her husband, and is a voter of the goddess. She did not expect Sabra to be ahead.
Hastaf let out a sigh, full of mixed emotions.
The legendary wizards on the stands of other towers, and a very small number of people have noticed the abnormality of Sabra, and their looks have become a little strange.
On the eastern tower, Speaker Ronnie withdrew his gaze from Dean Sabra, turned to Ren, and cast a questioning look.
Renn nodded slightly to confirm.
Speaker Ronnie shook his whole body slightly, admiring and admiring him, and soon recovered his calm and confidence.
Dean Sabra showed his strength a little bit, and immediately shook everyone. Then he nodded in satisfaction and said loudly: "Now, the exchange competition has officially started. On the first day of the schedule, the preliminary group was drawn to the first place. A group of signed wizards, please prepare to play. You have five minutes of preparation time. If the timeout is not reached, it is deemed to have given up."
As soon as the voice fell, the name of the wizard who was about to appear was listed in the sky video screen.
The rules of each exchange competition are roughly the same.
According to the strength of participating wizards, they are divided into elementary, intermediate and advanced groups. The beginner group has the most people, followed by the middle-level group, and the high-level group the least.
Lots are drawn for each group, and the wizards and warlocks are randomly divided into eight groups.
Then the participants in the group will take turns to play against each other. The winner gets three points, the loser gets zero points, and each draws one point. After ten rounds of fighting, the eight with the highest points advance and enter the knockout round.
The knockout round is no longer divided into groups, and the opponents are randomly assigned again by drawing lots.
There will be three matches between the two opponents. The person who wins the first two will be promoted to the next round, and the loser will be eliminated until the top four and the champion of the group are decided.
Three champions will be born in one exchange contest.
Today is the first-level competition. Because the first-level group has the largest number of people, more than 1,000 people signed up, so the first three days are the first-level competitions, interspersed with some intermediate and high-level competitions. In the group, it takes about ten days before entering the knockout round, and the game will look good.
Following Dean Sabra’s order, criss-crossed light curtains fell on the arena, dividing the arena into nine pieces as a battle arena.
For the wizards and warlocks of the beginner group, they don't need a lot of space. A ring of 780 square meters is more than enough.
At the foot of the infield shield, four entrances were opened.
Thousands of junior wizards and warlocks came to the field, gathered under the ring where they were, and looked at their opponents.
In each arena, a legendary wizard sits and serves as a referee while ensuring safety.
With the maintenance of the teachers and students of Blueworth College and the holy swordsmen, the entire arena is in order, and the young spellcasters quickly played against each other.
On the ring, you come and go with magic spells, playing happily.
The scene also looked very lively.
Some of the more exciting battles were projected into the image of the sky ~EbookFREE.me~ so that the audience could see more clearly.
However, having just watched the magic duel between the three legendary pinnacles, these spellcasters with the highest level of only three played against each other, which felt like a child's play. Novice spellcasters can only master the first and second ring spells. After casting the spells for a long time, they only throw out an ice gun or a hypnotism, which is disappointing.
There is no gap without comparison.
Thinking of the previous three battles, that scene, that momentum, that magical bombardment, and that power collision, the audience suddenly felt dull.
Many viewers were absent-minded, yawning constantly, and some even left early.
The time of the legends is precious. The battles of these novice casters are not eye-catching at all. On the tower, except for the legend who led the team, everyone left early after watching them for a while.
The four elders of Nether teleported and disappeared one after another, leaving behind two legendary elders.
Seeing this, Ren got up and greeted Speaker Ronnie, opened an arbitrary door and walked in. As soon as he left, more spectators could not sit still, and soon a large number of people left the stage. They rushed back to show off the legendary stories they witnessed today to their family and friends.