The night fog outside was thick, and it had already fallen asleep. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info but the underground market of eternal day is still very popular.

Especially under the Sky Tower, a group of people gathered in front of the big screen at the bottom of the tower, waiting for the battle table of the third order of death tomorrow. Some of these people were low-level apprentices, and some were mortals. Mortals are purely running errands for middle and high-level apprentices, recording meaningful competitions, and recording the players that these middle- and high-level apprentices are concerned about.

"I don't know if the fox herder will have a game tomorrow, I really like his fighting style, handsome and low-key!"

"Still low-key? Pretending to be blind and handsome is useless and meaningless. He can only be a gangster at the bottom of the third order of death. ”

"It's like you can win against the fox herder, you have the ability. ”

"Anyway, I won't go to watch a player like the Fox Shepherd who is not on the list, it would be nice if there were three top players tomorrow, I haven't seen the top game for a long time. ”

"The top competitions are all promoted three days in advance. How could it be possible to suddenly fight. ”

"If you think about it, you talk a lot. ”

As the bell tower bell ringing through the bazaar was struck eight times, at 8 p.m., the data on the large screen at the bottom of the tower was renewed.

"It's out, tomorrow's battle table!"

The new battle table, the battle match at the top, is recommended by the organizers to watch the match: "Ripper vs. Eternal Rest, Game 5 on the fifteenth floor. 」

"Today's recommended contest is still not very good, the Ripper is only a player at the bottom of the fifteenth level of the ranking table, who is Eternal Rest? I haven't even heard of his name. ”

"It's not interesting, the ripper estimates that it takes less than a minute to tear the opponent to shreds, this game is not worth watching. ”

The organizer's recommended contests are almost impossible to watch, they can only look at the bottom of the screen to see if there are any matches worth watching.

"The King of Sighs' match can be watched, but his opponent is the Night Stalker, and it seems to be another one-sided match. ”

"Gargoyles vs. Vampire Ji, you can take a look. Vampire Ji's strength is almost at the level of a third-level apprentice, several grades higher than a second-level apprentice like a gargoyle, but Vampire Ji's fangs are difficult to pierce the gargoyle's stone skin technique, there are checks and balances and highlights, which is worth paying attention to. ”

The onlookers are not necessarily strong, but when it comes to the strengths and weaknesses of the seeded players, they are all like treasures, as if they can win as long as they know their weaknesses.

"The fourteenth and fifteenth floors of the game are gone, look at the thirteenth floor. ”

"On the thirteenth floor, I was looking forward to the fox herder, he was the most handsome, and there was no rebuttal!"

"However, the Fox Shepherds don't have a game tomorrow! Alas, there are not many games worth looking forward to on the thirteenth floor, and they haven't even played in the top ten on the qualifying table. ”

"The seeded players are not playing, but you can pay attention to the newcomers. You see, this newcomer called Milk Baron, with 0 points, dares to face both the Wasteland Warriors and the Night Twilight at the same time!"

The woman who spoke pointed to the two games on the screen and said to the male companion next to her.

"Fighting the Wasteland Warriors in the morning, and Twilight in the afternoon? It is estimated that the Wasteland Warriors alone can kill him. Midnight Twilight earns 3 points for nothing. ”

"Well, I have a gut feeling that he might win. ”

"You're not a prophecy system, you're not a star system, what kind of intuition are you talking about. I tell it, it's just an illusion!"

"A woman's intuition is very accurate, you men know a fart!"

"If this milk baron can win, I'll strip naked and run naked in the Tree Spirit Court Square!"

The two people who spoke were obviously a couple, even if they were arguing, they still held their arms together.

At this moment, a gentle voice with a smile interjected.

"The lady's instincts were not wrong, and the milk baron would definitely win. ”

The young couple turned their heads to look at the person who spoke, and the man frowned: "Who are you? Why do you say that Baron Milk will win......? You're the milk baron himself?"

"I'm not. The speaker's voice was still smiling, and he took out the information card from his body: "My nickname is the Earth Bear, you can call me the White Bear." ”

The man in the white bear doll costume said with a smile.

"As for why I said Baron Milk would win. The white bear's expression was contemplative: "Because, fate tells me that he will not lose." ”

"Fate?" scoffed the man in the young couple, "another magic stick." Well, since you're all so sure of fate and intuition, buy a ticket and check it out. ”

The young couple went to buy tickets for "Milk Baron VS Wasteland Warriors", and White Bear also bought one. He clenched the ticket in his hand, a determined expression flashing in his eyes.

"Fate tells me that my life is full of troubles, and that only by embarking on the transcendent path can I get out of the sea of suffering. ”

"Fate tells me how difficult the road to transcendence is, only when I meet ......"

The white bear's voice faded away, but he could faintly hear him talking about someone, someone who could change his personality.

"This white bear feels like a god is chattering, could it really be a prophecy?" the little couple watched the white bear go away and said in a low voice.

"A woman's instinct tells me that maybe he's really prophetic. ”

......

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

Ingres' first match in the Third Order of Death happened to be on the first day of the first month of the Flowing Fire Moon. If you don't count the daily cycle, and only correspond to the earth's civilization according to the month, this day is considered the Earth's Children's Day. But in the wizarding world, this day is no different, but for Ingres, it has another meaning, today is Leon's birthday.

Since the death of his parents, he has been dependent on Leon for his life, and it can be said that the person closest to Ingres in his life is Leon. Now that it's Leon's birthday, why don't let him miss it.

It's been a year and a half since I've been away from home, and I think Leon has inherited the title and started to show his strength in Gru Town, right?

I don't know when I'll be able to return to my homeland.

With this nostalgia and a faint sense of longing, Angel came to the Sky Tower.

Maybe it was because he was playing too many games, or maybe his brother's birthday was distracting him, but Ingres didn't feel nervous about today's fight.

It wasn't until he stood in the ring and heard the enthusiastic cheers from the audience that he slowly came back to his senses.

A large glass screen overhead shows the names of the two men and a countdown.

Next to the name is the player's avatar. Ingres's portrait is also engraved, but he is still wearing a hood, and his true face is not clear.

As for the avatar of the opponent "Wasteland Warrior", Ingres didn't pay attention either. Because everyone is standing opposite him, it is better to look at the avatar than to see the real person.

"Baron Milk, no one else knows you, I happen to know you. The Wasteland Warrior is a strong man in khaki armor: "You should know the 'War Horn'. ”

"Uh-huh. "Ingres didn't really know who the "war horn" the wasteland warriors were talking about, but he was a cold milk baron, so he didn't need to say much.

"He's my teammate, you've beaten him before. So I know all your tricks. Wasteland Warrior: Your alchemy weapon is great, but that's about it. You can't break through my defenses. ”

Speaking of this, Angel also remembered the person "War Horn", who seemed to be an apprentice of the prayer department on the eleventh level, a person who relied on adding various states to himself to fight in close combat.

"I'm grateful that you didn't kill my teammates, so today I'm going to make an exception and not kill you. When the Wasteland Warriors said this, it was as if they were bestowing Ingres with some sort of supreme honor.

"However, I will still make you deeply remember the tragic end of the battle with me!"

The arrogant and glamorous Milk Baron still didn't speak, but the little Angel in his heart was silently complaining: "Why are there so many words about this thing, instead of calling it a wasteland warrior, it's better to call it a nonsense warrior." ”

The warriors said a few more words, and the countdown to the start of the game finally went to zero.

Ingres came up without saying a word, an ice wall to protect himself, and then retreated sharply, adding all kinds of defensive tricks.

The warrior on the opposite side didn't move, and patted his chest armor at Angel with a sense of superiority: "Come on, shoot at me!"

Ingre's eyes lit up as he looked at the warriors!

I didn't expect that Earth Novels would not deceive me, there really is such cannon fodder with brains and missing strings!

"Hehe, I hope you talk and count. Ingres' smiling eyes were bent into crescents, he was going to use a secret weapon, and it seemed that he didn't need to.

Angel stretched out his hand, the black robe was blown by the wind, and the wasteland warriors faintly saw the golden reflection in Ingres's sleeve.

"Is this your crossbow, but unfortunately it can't break through my defenses!" the wasteland warrior stirred, and the blood of the earth fire salamander in his body was revealed. The originally strong figure is even stronger, and the skin is faintly covered with red bloodshots.

"One may not work, but what about ten?" Ingres didn't explain, he didn't release ten ordinary arrows, but ten demonic arrows!

Angel had been aiming at the wasteland warriors for a long time, and since the other party was a brain-dead target, he had enough time to allocate the landing points of the various demonic arrows.

Three Frost Patterns landed on his left side, in a triangular pattern, and even if he dodged, he would be frozen by the Frost and slid out of the field. 3 flame patterns landed on his right side, lined up, and if he dodged to the right side, he would hit three times in a row. The two armor-piercing and the two sharps scattered and attacked his body.

Angel smiled and mentally calculated the direction and angle.

After confirming that it was correct, Angel kindly reminded: "I'm ***!"

Wasteland Warrior: "Come on, shoot me!"

The audience outside the arena was in a lively atmosphere, but at this time it suddenly fell silent: why did it feel that something was wrong with this conversation?

The innocent Angel didn't think about the dirt in his words at all. After the Wasteland Warrior answered him, he nodded to the Wasteland Warrior very politely, and then his eyes froze, and ten small demonic arrows fired a volley!

The Wasteland Warriors had originally planned to use the Earthfire Salamander's incredible defenses to intimidate the Milk Baron. But when dealing with the hidden weapon shooting, he suddenly felt a great sense of crisis!

Wrong!

Beasts are born with extraordinary signs of crisis, and wizards who have integrated into the bloodline of beasts have naturally inherited this natural ability. At this time, the Wasteland Warrior only felt a cloud full of thunder and lightning, enveloping him!

No matter which way he fled, he couldn't dodge the lightning strike that was about to fall in the clouds!