Although he was won five games in a row by the Wyvern, Gulagas firmly believed that the opponent won him with skill and calculation, and lost convincingly, but Tina was different, she completely relied on legendary cards to complete the HP suppression, so from a psychological point of view, he still preferred the Wyvern to win some - even if it was an alien race.

But...... Even if he was reluctant, seeing the situation on the table now, Gulagas still sighed in his heart: "I'm about to lose." ”

At the critical juncture, the warlock controlled by the flying dragon even faced a desperate situation with only a drop of blood left, and could only rely on a [Old-fashioned Healing Robot] to restore his HP and survive this round with difficulty.

However, at this time, the opponent has already stood on the scene with two legendary cards of [Targaryen, King of Black Wings] and [Garon Nephadisius], as well as two other high-cost followers.

"It's going to be over."

Looking at the situation on the scene, Caesar thought for a moment, paused, and said in a voice that everyone could hear: "Elegy has never been a game with more legends and stronger single cards, it was not created at the beginning, and it will not be in the future. ”

As he spoke, he looked at his wounded entourage on the field, dropped a gluttonous ooze monster and a horror slave owner, and then played the spell card "Blasphemy".

He slowly lay back and motioned to the referee, "Please make a decision." ”

Warlock Spell [Blasphemy]: Deals 1 damage to all followers, and casts the spell again if any follower dies.

Follower card [Horror Slave Master]: Five Fees, Three Blood, Three Attacks, Efficacy: When the follower takes damage but does not die, summon another [Horror Slave Master].

The referee kept his face upright, and began to calculate as he exercised his duty, but soon his eyes widened and his lips opened, and he found that the scene had been caught in an unstoppable cycle, with the appearance of the terrifying slave owner again and again.

"Do you want to fight? Count me in. "Everyone, come here!"

Sweat slid down his forehead, and under the gaze of everyone, the referee fell into a stiff silence, and he found that he had his own brain...... Can't count it!

As a last resort, he had to call in two other referees to assist, and even if the three of them worked together, it still took them more than ten minutes to announce the results after repeated confirmations.

The result caused an uproar in the tavern - Miss Tina's two legends and two expensive minions were wiped out, leaving only five horrible slave owners.

Gulagas's eyeballs almost burst into his sockets: "How is this calculated??? ”

"The Black Dragon Emperor is above! This blasphemy is not even written in the official book of elegy......"

"This Wyvern is definitely not epic, and I don't think the legendary players in the latest competitive tournament can do it." From the rear came the exclamation of onlookers.

"How?" Psionic links, Caesar asked. As a forerunner in another world, he knew that it was impossible for Luna to carry a field-solving spell in her deck.

"I ......"

Luna began to scratch at her hair, and if it weren't for her disguised form, her little face would have been crumpled by now.

In fact, in private games, Caesar is not without similar high-end operations, but Luna can't understand it, and Caesar always says some strange things like "details, algorithms, and card defense", which makes her always think that Caesar is just messing around and messing with the rules and cards.

But this time it was different, and the current scene was completely deduced by the referee himself.

In an instant, the image of the big stupid dragon in her heart became infinitely taller, could it be that it was not Caesar who was stupid, but her own stupidity?

No, no, no. Luna shook her head vigorously and puffed out her cheeks angrily, "I haven't lost yet." ”

"Bless the god of elegiac cards! My turn, draw cards! Spell - Spread the Plague! ”

Druid Six-Tip Spell Spreading Plague: Summons a 1/5 beetle with a taunt. If your opponent has more followers, cast the spell again.

From the onlooker's point of view, the situation is at a stalemate once again, and Miss Tina's table is set up with the same number of stone beetles as the horror slave owner, and the two sides face off from afar.

Of course, this is just a dying throes.

"It's useless."

Caesar used a wounded slave owner to launch a suicidal attack on the stone beetle, and when it entered the tomb, he dropped a [blasphemy] again, turned his head to face the judge: "Please decide." ”

The referee's face darkened.

There is no doubt that Wyvern won the final victory, and his exquisite technique and meticulous attention to detail also won the applause of everyone, and the whole game was preserved intact.

Caesar was much more relaxed when he left the Elegy Tavern, and rest and entertainment were indeed an essential part of life, but after that, he would eventually have to devote himself to the busy things of the Empire.

"It must not be any wyvern." Gulagas looked at the empty table and chairs with a cloudy expression: "It's the master of the elegy, I have to find it." ”

……

"The farther away from Eladia, the more uneasy they become." Looking at the whispering seafarers on board, Clondo thought.

The ocean-going fleet has been at sea for nearly half a year, at first, they have to face pirate peeping, sea monster attacks, but as time goes by, these things gradually disappear, and finally even the occasional flying birds overhead have disappeared, as if everything living is far away from them, looking around, only the vast sea and the boundless sky surround them.

The crew once half-jokingly said that they were heading to the end of the world. Hearing this now, I'm afraid no one can laugh.

The unchanging scenery and incalculable end points can drive anyone crazy, Rao is the fleet is full of trained and selected crews, but mortals can't bear such torture after all, and the crew's emotions gradually become unstable: some people become timid and cowardly, and from time to time tearfully whisper prayers and pray for the protection of the Black Dragon Emperor; Others become irritable and irritable, always arguing with their peers with angry faces, and it takes painstaking reassurance to calm them down.

Seeing such a scene, Crondo did not interfere too much on the premise of calming their emotions, and on such a long voyage, pain was a must for every seafarer, and when he sailed to Veloster on a merchant ship himself, he was even more unbearable than these fellows.

The bad news comes one after another, the consumption of food and fresh water, and the small problems that appear on the ironclad ship from time to time, can always tug at people's heartstrings and make them more panicked.

Recently, it was suddenly discovered that even the Black Dragon Princess was no longer soaring in the sky, she seemed to be tired and sickly, hiding under the cold and dark hull of the Imperial Grip, and never showed her face again.

According to the news from the frigate, most of the spellcasters who accompanied the ship to the ocean also appeared to be unwell, and their spell abilities repeatedly fell, and even became not much different from ordinary people in the end.

This caused a greater panic, and people feared being swallowed up by the ocean, but Clendo was clear: Vloster, they were coming.

Three days later, a group of never-before-seen birds suddenly flew over the ocean-going fleet, and the signs of vital activity excited the crew, and soon they found many green weeds floating from the water in front of them, most of which grew in the crevices of the rocks, and everyone was spreading the news that they were about to arrive on land, and the lookouts cheered loudly when they mistook the clouds for land, and when they saw that it was a cloud pile, they felt very lost.

Next, they saw the island, and according to Crondo's wrinkled charts, they were already close to the edge of Villeste!

A crew member proposed to explore the surrounding islands first, but Crondo rejected it, and their first target was the continent of Villeste, and they really didn't have time to stop at the starry islands on the way.

On the morning of the 275th day of the Tertiary period of Eladia 1661, the ocean-going ship group sailed westward with its back to the rising sun, and the Imperial Grip let out a loud whine, and the black-winged flag at the top was hunted by the sea breeze.

Crondo, who had had breakfast, was in the captain's room, and was about to write his diary, when he suddenly felt a tremor outside, and soon his deputy broke down the door and rushed in, shouting: "Land, land! ”

"Mr. Captain, although the precursor reconnaissance ship has broken its magical connection to us, they are firing signal cannons, do you hear me? They've found Villeste! ”