Oaks Academy of Magic, in the central square, a large number of students gathered here to watch the final battle of the freshman competition. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

On the arena, the two students constantly released their respective attack magic, and both had magic shields floating around them, protecting them from harm. There were a lot of magic props on the bodies of the two students, which made the battle stalemate, and it was impossible to end quickly.

The battle has been going on for quite some time, and some of the senior cadets have chosen to leave, and watching the new cadets fight is a complete torture. With the eyesight and strength of senior students, watching the battle on the arena, they can easily think of many ways to defeat their opponents. However, these new students don't understand anything, and can only cast spells stupidly.

From the battle of the new trainees, these high-level trainees could not see any bright spots, so they chose to leave.

The battle on the arena did not stop because of the departure of the senior students, the battle continued, and after half an hour, there was finally a result, and the students with better magic items were victorious.

"No. 333, No. 729!"

The instructor's voice rang out, and through amplification magic, it was enough for every student present to hear it.

A physically strong cadet stepped up to the arena, he was already ready, holding a magic wand with a red core embedded in it.

"Hey, where's my opponent?" the student didn't see his opponent, which made him stunned. The big thick hand scratched his head, very puzzled, could it be that his opponent had given up the fight?

The student looked at the instructor on the arena to know if the mentor's decision would declare him victorious.

"Wait three minutes, after three minutes, No. 333 does not arrive, then No. 729 will win!" the mentor frowned and announced, he did not expect that there would be a student who would be absent from the battle, which made him somewhat unhappy.

The students watching the battle below looked stunned, looked at the No. 729 students on the arena, and discussed a lot.

"It's good luck to win like this!"

"Yes, if I had such luck, I might be able to stand on the arena of the decisive battle!"

"Maybe 333 will come again!"

"Come on, do you think 3 minutes is enough for No. 333 to walk on the arena?"

“……”

Student No. 729 on the arena heard these discussions, his face turned dark, he didn't like such discussions, and said as if he was completely relying on luck.

Not far away, Gray and Taylor frowned and looked at the arena, they didn't expect Solo to be absent from the battle, could it be said that they were afraid? Gray and Taylor didn't know why, but they didn't have a good impression of Solo, this was a loss of face for the undead!

A minute passed, Solo did not appear on the arena, and the discussion in the audience still existed, and there was a tendency to increase.

Two minutes passed, and the students were talking loudly, and they all determined that Student No. 729 could easily win. Even the No. 729 student on the arena breathed a sigh of relief, although such a simple victory was not what he wanted, but it was good to be able to win easily.

On the arena, the mentor watched all this calmly, ready to declare victory on 729.

"Bang" "Bang" "Bang" "Bang" "......"

Suddenly, there was a huge roar in the distance, and there seemed to be a slight vibration in the central square, which made the students present couldn't help but be surprised, could it be said that there was a large group of cavalry charging in the academy? Otherwise, how could there be such a big movement?

The students looked in the direction where the voice came from, and the instructor on the arena also exuded his strong spiritual power and probed in the direction where the voice came from, wanting to know what was going on.

After three breaths, the tutor showed a hint of understanding, closed his eyes and stopped paying attention to the direction of the voice, he should not be able to catch up.

Soon, under the gaze of many students, a hill was rushing wildly, and the huge roar from the hill running made the students' faces full of surprise. As the hill approached, the students realized that it was not a hill that had been rushing wildly, but a huge ogre.

Some sharp-eyed students could see that on the shoulder of the ogre, there was a student wearing a black ** robe, and these students understood that this student was already student No. 333. However, looking at the distance between the ogre and the arena, these students smiled casually, it was too late.

Of course, if these students choose to leave their positions and make way for the ogre, then the ogre may also be able to send Solo to the arena. However, none of the students present chose to do so.

"Let's go, he's a student of the competition! Please let go!" shouted a little fat man as he stood up.

The little fat man looked at the students around him and wanted to let them go, but these students didn't make any movement, as if they didn't hear the little fat man's voice at all.

"Everyone, thank you!" the little fat man shouted again, his face flushed, and his voice a little hoarse.

The ogre was still running wildly, and the little fat man was constantly shouting, shouting that the students could get out of the way, and no one would stand up, and no one would get out of the way. The students all sat in place, occasionally looking at the little fat man playfully, looking at the little fat man's embarrassed appearance.

Not far away, Gray and Taylor saw the scene and heard the little fat man's voice, and Taylor wanted to stand up. But at this time, Gray didn't know when he had grabbed Taylor, making Taylor unable to stand up.

"Gray, Solo is also from our undead department, we should help him!" Taylor looked at Gray who was pulling himself, and couldn't believe that Gray would hold him.

Gray's face was calm, without the slightest change, but he said softly: "We are opponents!"

Taylor was speechless, lowered his head and sat down, quietly distancing himself from Taylor.

On the shoulder of the ogre Andrew, Solo could hear Uncle Andrew's heavy gasp, and the rapid rush was a huge burden for the ogre.

"Uncle Andrew, stop, it's too late!" Solo whispered in Uncle Andrew's ear.

Andrew shook his head violently, gritted his teeth, and didn't stop his steps, he was going to send Solo to the ring.

Ahead, a large number of students sat together, leaving Andrew with nowhere to put his feet and unable to continue running. The students below the arena were fearless, they knew that the hideous ogre would not dare to harm them, for the simple reason that they were students in the Oaks Academy of Magic.

However, some of the students who turned their heads to look at Andrew found that Andrew did not stop his wild running, and seemed to be starting to speed up.