"Can't you just find a way to deal with him?!"

"Don't talk so much nonsense, hurry up and think?Ahhh

Feige used spells to create a large area of terrain that could not be stabilized, resulting in an unexpected situation in the points melee match. Since no one could figure out a way to get close to Feige, he was nimble enough to dodge throwing from afar, and it was almost impossible to get on his feet when he got close, so he had to grab as many points as he could before being eliminated.

This is determined by the format. Everyone has to go through three rounds of points melee, and the top 50 in the total score of the three rounds will advance according to different methods such as knockout, defeat, etc., and the top 50 in the total score of the three rounds will advance. Although there is still a high chance of running into Feiqi after the promotion, at least he can get a chance to show his face in front of the lord. And, as everyone brainstorms, the longer they hold on, the more likely they are to come up with a way to deal with him. So, grabbing some points now to secure a place on the fifty-man roster suddenly becomes something more important than beating Feige.

Of course, this is only the idea of some people, and there are really those who are stubborn and brainless, and they have to stare at Feiqi. A handsome young man, taking off his golden helmet, held it high in the air, as if holding some kind of flag. It's likely that he was the youngest child of a family, or that he had learned tactics from the troubadour's misdeeds, thinking that his pretty face and high shouts would automatically produce some kind of leadership:

"He's alone, even if he's the strongest, he's just one person! As long as we join hands and step on the bodies of those who have been eliminated, we can kill them one after another! Everyone, follow me ......"

No one was with him, but one of them, taking advantage of the fact that he had taken off his helmet, knocked him down from behind with a stick. The stick was wrapped in a cloth, and it shouldn't have been fatal, at least the man's head didn't bleed after he fell. But this suddenness is not easy, and the concussion must be at least moderate.

After this trouble, no one will try to form a team to try and defeat Feige, and he can start the battlefield harvest. "Please go over there first!" was the case with almost all of them. Since being defeated will only give away points and will not lose points, smart people rush to say: "Give me time to earn a few more points, and after a while I will surrender to you directly, your points will be higher, higher than knocking me down, and it will save effort!

In the face of such enthusiasm, Feige blushed. To conceal this fact, he threw his mace into the sky, waited for it to fall to the ground, and then proceeded in the direction indicated by the hammer. There was a wail in the direction being pointed out, and laughter on the other side. The wailing reacted, and immediately slipped away and rushed in the direction of laughter, so there were wails everywhere.

"It's all about driving pigs!" Andrew said, clutching his forehead, a little sad. He had noticed that among the wailing chargers was the knight of the Lighthouse Collar. Originally, he was going to deal with the elves incognito, but he was dealt with by his younger brother in advance, what is this called? He said again and again: "It's too embarrassing, it's too embarrassing!"

Gresham looked at Andrew with a strange look. The man who is destroying the ground down the field is your brother, who are you talking about? My knight has already fallen and eliminated in the first wave, are you talking about this?

"He won, of course, but to knock down all the unsteady people with a flagpole is a violation of chivalry and a sign of courage – he is completely contrary to his father's teachings. Andrew sighed, and was about to think of a suitable reason to leave here, when he saw a team of elves, led by Didlet, come to the audience. He suddenly wondered what the Elven Lord would think of this victory.

Didrite made no secret of her surprise, almost leaning on the bottom row of the fence to watch the "show" in the venue. When she heard that Feige had defeated one of her elven guards, she became intrigued, and happened to be nearby, so she walked this way. After meeting with the elves who had come to find her, Didriet sped up to the tournament and saw the end of the round.

The ground was so slippery that no one would be able to leave the field even if they were eliminated. In other words, the ground was littered with "wriggling corpses", like a big burlesque that drew laughter from the spectators in the stands. Everyone knows that some knights have changed their faces and participated in the competition, which means that there are also knights among the loach-like people in the field.

If it weren't for the paladins who were afraid of annoying the knights, nobles, and cardinals, the Chamber of Commerce would have opened a new gamble at this time: who was the knight who was dismounted in the field. In the laughter, the people in the audience gradually came back to their senses and stopped struggling, so as not to continue to lose face. As a result, the "wriggling corpse field" becomes a "corpse field", and only Feige and Bennie wander through it.

"It's funny, but the winner always looks handsome. What do you think?" said Carol Garcia, the future Carol Hall, holding Princela's hand. The two of them laughed together just now, and they also exchanged ears to comment on whose wriggling posture was good-looking in the venue. However, the only thing worth discussing now is the winner, which is Fitch Icepeak.

Princela was a little embarrassed, she didn't want to get involved in a conversation about Feige, especially with someone she'd only met once. Carol was good in conversation and politeness, and in a down-to-earth manner, and she was a relative of the present Grand Duke, so Princela must have been close to her. This opportunity is rare, and she doesn't want to cause a cold scene, so she can only reluctantly say a few words about Feiqi.

"He just took advantage of the fact that everyone was unprepared to get the victory. Prisla thought for a moment and added, "I'm a little worried, isn't it too proud for him to write spells and counterspells on the flag for nothing?"

That's what it means. However, when I see the victorious knights showing off their weapons in the field, or is it the same type of pride? Think about it, have you ever seen a spell cast so fast?"

The lady's words were heard by many people, and some of them immediately chuckled in their hearts. As the three paladins present, Andrew, Gresham, and Didrite were all able to perform magical spells. Paladin's magic focuses on battlefield application, and compared to the priest's magic, they use some special techniques to reduce the difficulty of casting spells and increase the speed of spell casting. A few people began to think about the magic that had almost twenty-seven runes, and then tried to make a move.

Didriet didn't see Feige's casting speed, so she could only listen to the retelling of the live spectator elves. However, all three of them found that their casting speed was at least thirty percent slower than Feiqi's. The speed gap in the first line can determine life and death, and the difference of 30% is equivalent to death and death. It's just that you don't know if all the "magic" is so fast, or if it's just the greasy technique.

Feige stabbed the last opponent out and won the victory. He wanted to play the sign of magic, so he asked Bennie to follow him around the arena with the flag. When he arrived at the front of the auditorium, he pretended to have just seen the three model lords and came over to greet him, and he was so enthusiastic that he seemed to have endless words to say - but in fact he was making the flag fly in front of the auditorium for a little longer.

"Feiqi, you cast a Holy Spirit Blessing Spell on me. Didrite didn't have so much scheming, so when she was curious, she naturally asked: "Divine magic or magic with the same number of runes, which one is faster?"

"If you are proficient, you can be fast. Feige immediately understood what she wanted to know, so she raised her voice and said to everyone, "If I bring a new spell, my casting speed will be no different from others." The reason the magic is faster is that I've found a way to prepare it in advance, like a crossbow that has been wound and can be fired. Of course, it's faster than starting from scratch!"

"Crossbow, does this have anything to do with your Eagle School in Ice Peak Fortress?"

Feige nodded, and said to Didlet, "I was inspired by the French seal to come up with this idea. Belch...... I can't say the exact process, and I have to keep it secret according to the rules of the French seal. But those who know should be able to see where I learned how to tap runes on the magic matrix. Praise the great wisdom of the Goddess of Truth and Thunder!"

Under the guidance of the "priests", the paladins praised the goddess in unison, which has become a habit. Anyway, he had already spoken out in praise, and Gresham simply stepped forward. He first congratulated Feige on winning this melee battle, and then asked directly, "Is this magic of yours ready to be applied in Minas Ithil?"

"I'm planning to start a school of the Word and then add magic classes to my daily studies. I checked, and although it wasn't quite my job, the Atonement and Confession Priest could also conduct the School of the Word. Feige looked at Didrite and said with a smile, "Minas Ihir doesn't have a School of Sacred Words yet. In the past, everyone sent talented children who wanted to learn directly to the Holy Three Castle, which was large in scale and in good conditions, making it easier to listen to the teachings of the goddess. But after the establishment of the Model Leader, if there is no Sacred Word School in the territory, it will be difficult to call it a model, right?"

"The School of the Word is certainly a good idea. Dedewit agreed, but pointed to the banner above Feige's head and asked, "But can your magic be taught in the School of the Word?"

"Magic is not something that happens overnight, it has to be done slowly. You're right, it's true that very few people can understand spells, but I'm sure that magic can eventually be learned by many people and grow over time. ”

"Hmm...... Let me think about it. Didriet furrowed her eyebrows. Isn't it a very dangerous change that first there is a model leader, and then there is a "magic" that is not in the canon of the goddess? Her teacher, Bishop Nathaniel, has always been opposed to selfish things in the name of the goddess, especially to the church becoming an organization like a state power apparatus. Now that the Model Leader has taken the first steps to control the land and the regime, is it possible that magic is going to hatch something new?

The thought of this gave Didrite a bit of a headache. All of these new things mean danger, and the elves have finally become a lord on the mainland, how much risk can she bear? The elders of the elven island have begun to send people, indicating that they are not optimistic about their abilities, and are afraid that Minas Ihir will have problems. What will they think of magic? Will they interfere?

Elves with a long lifespan respect tradition, and they only like those things that have been accumulated over a long period of time. When Feiqi saw the elven lord's expression, he understood the hesitation in her heart. In addition to being elves, Didlet's teacher, Bishop Nathaniel, was also a conservative in the Church, otherwise he would not have taken a clear stand against the model leader.

"My lord, the School of the Holy Word is the backbone, and magic is just an embellishment. This kind of thing must not be rushed, it must be done slowly. It's just that after having magic, it will definitely improve the combat effectiveness of the territory, so I want to show it at this tournament. The competition itself is about discovering new talents, and magic is only at this level. ”

This statement was decent, and Didriet finally nodded, agreeing in principle to Feige's plan.

Didlet's reaction was expected by Gresham, and Feige's ability to convince her only showed that Feige had a lot of influence in her heart, which was a factor that had to be considered later. There are no new tricks in the elven territory managed by elves, and it is difficult to change for hundreds or thousands of years. But Feige is too nimble, like a cunning fox, to be wary of. He thought for a moment, and after glancing at Andrew, he asked, "Is the school opened in Minas Ihir only accepting people from Minas Ihir?" Lord Didlet, there were a lot of things going on in the early days of the Model Leader, do you want us to do it together? Are you interested, Andrew?"

Andrew nodded, then looked at Dedlet. The female elf opened her mouth slightly, and quickly glanced at Feiqi. It is to the effect: this is your question, you answer it!

"The teachings of the Goddess are for all. I only have a little research result, but I don't dare to hide it. My original intention was to let more people learn and evaluate, and show their magic openly. Feiqi's expression was serious and holy, like that of a true saint - although the three lords present knew that Feige was definitely not a saint, they couldn't help but be moved.

"Did you really decide to teach all magic spells altruistically?"

"Since I opened the School of the Word in Minas Ihir, I have limited energy alone, and I can only recruit students from exemplary leaders. The exact situation must be decided by the lord, and peace and friendship must be the most important considerations. ”

"What do you want from your students?" Andrew crossed his arms and faced his younger brother, who he was increasingly unable to understand, "Does the paladin want it?

"In addition to piety, literacy is fundamental, and then the younger and smarter the better. Feige scratched his head: "If you still need any qualities, you have to talk about it after the first batch of students come out." It's too early. ”

All three lords nodded. Just three heads-up battles and one point melee are not enough to determine the power of magic, only that it is promising on the battlefield, a new weapon, and has miraculous effects in certain scenarios. However, it remains to be seen whether it can become a force that changes the shape of warfare.

"Your greasy spell is interesting, but is there any other magic?" Gresham suddenly asked, "How about I give you a problem?" If you can solve it, then I will support your plan for the School of Words. ”

"Your support, you're not the lord of Minas Ihir, and you're not the superior priest of Fitch, what's the use of your support?" Andrew said with a smile.

"In the whole model territory, the cavalry of Saddle Forest is the fastest force to support, and peace and friendship need the protection of cavalry. "Gresham didn't talk about the School of the Word, but about territorial relations. He looked at Feige and said, "They wrapped you in the middle as soon as they came up, can you win?"

"I think that even if it is a heavily armed paladin, no matter how strong his martial arts and divine skills are, he will not be able to win if he is tightly squeezed in the middle by a hundred people at the beginning. Feige shook his head, "You better stop bullying me with this kind of joke." ”