The winner of the second duel was Monia. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

But the little mage couldn't be happier, and after receiving a brief treatment from the Arena Priest, she left the arena and went to the tavern again to order a fruit drink and take a sip in the corner.

Frankly speaking, the person who lost this game was actually her.

If it weren't for the Arena's limit on the number of arrows that Elven Ranger could carry, if it wasn't for the Hot Sands, it wouldn't be a suitable scene for Ranger to play. I'm afraid that in the duel just now, she will be crushed from beginning to end, and there will be no chance to turn over at all.

Even under so many restrictions, she almost died under the Ranger's bow.

Could it be that the ranger's restraint on the mage is really incomprehensible...... No, it won't be like this, Hormone is not looking for monsters, it is difficult enough to pick three games in a row, and an ordinary mage's rest time in one day may not be enough to recover half of his mental power, not to mention the mental energy lost in layout calculation.

There must be a solution to the arrangement of the legendary mage.

Monia thought so, and she struggled to remember her battle with the Elven Ranger and the mistakes she had made in the battle. Aside from the last subconscious relaxation, she didn't feel anything wrong with her coping, but in fact she had been suppressed from the beginning of the duel.

It's like an opponent who is a level better than her.

A level of power?

The little mage seemed to think of something, but he couldn't grasp the context at once.

After hesitating for a while, a thought suddenly popped into her head: Could it be me...... Too weak?

The idea came out of Monia herself to feel unbelievable, even if she didn't have a system in her previous life to the end of mortals, she didn't take the path she was best at, and her understanding of spells was not flexible and vivid, but it was absolutely impossible to be a weak person.

With a laugh, she shook her head.

She is not weak, she has this self-confidence.

The self-confidence that has been at the top.

Since you can't think of the answer, don't think about it again. Monia is not a person who can't take it up, her skills are not as good as others, she has the courage to lose, and she also has the courage to face reality.

Gulping down the red juice, she leaned back slightly, leaning back in her chair. Only one person's virtual world is good for this, no one else disturbs, you can relax yourself regardless of your image and appearance, and you can be free and unrestrained.

Pity...... There is only one dawn hour.

Whispering and complaining, the little mage enjoyed a rare leisure time.

Time passes in bits and pieces.

―――――――――――― forced to be helpless to divide the line――――――――――――

The daytime break that Hormone Hormonx left for the trialists was really just a break, and after a short rest, the little mage was teleported into the arena. Of course, one day is not enough time for the wound on the shoulder blade of the left arm to heal completely, and even if it has been healed by a first-class priest, it still has a dull pain.

However, for the mage, this injury is insignificant and does not affect the performance of strength.

This time, unlike the previous two, the audience on the arena stage did not cheer for the incoming gladiators, but maintained an eerie silence. Monia, who is familiar with the rules of the virtual world, can guess that her opponent this time must be the kind of guy who has an unpleasant fighting style.

Is it a mage?

In the Second Age, mages have always been portrayed as wicked and cunning, even evildoers, with a reputation for stopping babies. If it was a mage, it would really explain why the audience didn't cheer at all.

But Monia didn't guess correctly, the person who came was not a mage, but a warrior.

His specific position can be seen from his dress and weapons - his short stature is all hidden under a black cloak, revealing only a pair of eyes that shine like black pearls, and holding two daggers in both hands that can almost melt into the night, and the strange reflection makes it almost certain that it must be smeared with venom that seals the throat with blood.

It's a stalker.

A conclusion that can be drawn almost at a glance.

This can also be said to be a balancing act of hormones, at least as far as the little mages know, almost all stalkers will hide their identities, and the unknown is their best weapon compared to force. A stalker in front of him, the threat is almost minimized.

However, don't take it lightly!

The moment the gladiatorial fight began, she prepared for battle, staring intently at the black-clad Stalker as she began chanting the incantation of the Ice Shield. Slightly unexpected, the Stalker didn't choose to attack at this time, but threw a small bead on the spot.

The little mage who noticed this subconsciously took a few steps back, keeping a certain distance from the objects thrown by the opponent. Unexpectedly, the bead exploded, and clouds of smoke spread from it, and in a few moments it spread in front of the little mage.

Forced to abandon the chant of the shield and add a purifying air to herself, Monia did not venture, retreating to the edge of the smoke, staring carefully at the smoke - it was certain that the black-clad stalker had disappeared from her vision.

Now where will he be.

Monia hadn't started preparing the Ice Shield again, she wasn't sure if the assassin was as familiar with the mage's chanting as the Elven Ranger, and if he came out at the critical juncture of the chant, she really didn't know whether to stop casting or continue casting.

But such a passive wait is not the way to go.

In the fight against Stalkers, the Stalker who has the initiative is terrifying, because you never know from which direction he will attack you, and there is always a limit to how long you can stay alert.

So...... Is all you can do is use yourself as bait?

Although the little mage used himself as bait to lure the Wolf King to attack many times before entering the ruins, this is not the same thing as luring a stalker that even a legendary mage can look up to. No matter how smart the demon wolf is, he is only a wolf, but the black-clothed stalker is an experienced warrior, and if he is not careful, he will turn the fake into reality and put himself in a very dangerous situation.

Monia didn't hesitate, hesitation didn't solve anything, and after a short period of thought, she made a decision.

Use yourself as bait!

Without the consciousness of sacrificing one's life, how can one hope that victory will fall from the sky?

What's more, the death here is most likely not a real death.

The mage's aetheric perspective can see through stealth to a certain extent, which the stalker should also know, which means that the location of his raid is likely to be the blind spot of the field of vision behind him. Carefully guarding the stalker's approach, the little mage whispered an awkward incantation.

It is a spell of fireball.

This is a flaw in selling, and it is also a kind of persecution.

Among the lower ranks, there is no class other than the shield warrior who can completely eat a single fireball of the mage. Monia believes that a stalker who doesn't know where to hide doesn't want to face a mage with a life-threatening fireball in his hand.

So, he'll definitely take advantage of the chanting to raid!

Especially when the chant is crucial!

Listening intently to the movement behind him, the little mage quietly pressed his hand on the short sword hanging in the air at his waist, Kohler's escape dagger is still an alchemy weapon even if it is still in the charging period, at least in terms of material.

The seventh syllable...... The eighth syllable.

Time passed, and the little mage still found no trace of the stalker, and the shadow of her alone was the vast hot sand, and the only whisper of her own chanting incantation came to her ears.

Where the hell is he?

The little mage was a little anxious, and there was no wind or grass around her, which was completely different from the result she expected. Was her judgment wrong, or was it ...... The stalker was around and she didn't notice it?

Thinking of this possibility, Monia couldn't help but shake her head, this possibility is not impossible, but is it just that there may be a master-level stalker among the lower fighters? Wait a minute! Her expression froze, and she realized that she had overlooked a very important issue.

The reason why her enemy is a lower-ranking warrior is entirely because she is only a low-level mage, but is it really just an ordinary high-ranking warrior who can be favored by a legendary mage? At least, the ranger who can crush her from beginning to end is definitely not an ordinary character. Well, the stalker she's fighting now probably isn't either!

From the beginning, these three competitions were unfair to her. Although their rank was suppressed to the same low level as her, the experience and consciousness of each of them were retained, and regardless of the restraint relationship between the staff, each of them exerted the strength of the strongest of this level.

In other words, it's really possible that the black-clad stalker is hiding in the shadows behind her!

Until the last incantation was spat out, a ball of crimson flames condensed and formed in his hand, and the stalker did not make a move. Is it through it? The little mage gritted his teeth and made a sharp turn to the right, the fireball in his hand ready to be thrown at any moment......

But, nothing!

There is nothing in the mage's aetheric view!

Oops!

Monia had already realized the problem after seeing the empty air, since she could predict that the black-clothed stalker was hiding in the shadows behind her, then the black-clothed stalker had guessed her plan nine times out of ten if she hadn't done anything for so long!

What would I do if I were a stalker?

There is a blind spot in the field of vision behind you at the moment of turning back, and if you take advantage of this blind spot, you will bow down and turn sharply and shoot from behind!

Thinking of this, Monia quickly pulled out her short sword with her left hand and swung it!

Where can a hasty swing parry an invisible opponent's attack, but the little mage is not hoping to block her opponent with a short sword, what she really uses to block the Stalker's fatal blow is nothing else, but her arm!

Ordinary fighters will leave a little force to change direction before wielding their weapons, but Stalkers will not, they are originally a one-hit killing profession, and they will never leave a little effort if they can do it! This also succeeded in allowing the little mage to block this fatal blow at the cost of his left arm.

Then, push the fireball with the palm of your hand and hit it directly into the stalker's lower abdomen, rolling backwards on the spot.

"Bang!"

The flames exploded, and the black-clad stalker burst into flames, turning to ashes in the silence.

"It's not easy to win." The little mage sighed, it was only a few sand time from the black-clothed stalker's attack to the time of life and death, but it was she who fell down if there was a mistake in these few sand times, "The injury on the left hand looks like it will take a few days to recuperate." However, the venom that was lethal to elves and humans didn't seem to be of much use to me, and I didn't feel much other than numbness in my arms. ”

Carefully observing the black blood flowing from the wound, Monia did not have any worries, this world is just a virtual world created by a legendary mage, and the injuries inside should not affect the body of the outside world, otherwise the enemy of the legendary mage will be experienced later...... It was not a test, it was a massacre!

Next, all you have to do is wait.

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