After a big lap around the Elven Forest, I headed home.

There are still a few people at home, who should play, who should make trouble, who should lie on the sofa and sleep, I came back, and no one took care of me, and I went out again when I was bored.

Wandering down the street, I came to the door of the adventurer's base, and immediately saw the striking blackboard, on which a small part of the densely lined teams had been crossed, and the other large part remained as it was, quietly waiting for the game to come.

Looking at the time of the game, there was a matchup that would start in ten minutes, but I had never heard of the names of the teams on both sides.

I quickly found the venue, paid the entrance fee for a silver coin at the door, received the number plate, and I entered the competition venue.

Sitting in the spectator seats, I glanced at the magic clock hanging on the high wall in the middle of the arena, three minutes before the start of the game.

At this time, the teams on both sides of the field have been separated, and they are deploying their own battle strategies.

With a bell, the game is about to begin.

The two teams come to the middle of the battlefield, salute each other, and then walk back to their positions, showing off their weapons and equipment, ready for battle.

Another bell rang, and at the same time as the bell rang, the magicians of the two sides started the first round of remote duel, and the ** magic missiles galloped, met, collided, and exploded in mid-air.

Watching all this, I had long thought that if I needed to celebrate the fireworks one day, I would have to release magic missiles en masse among the magicians in the guild, and the scene would definitely be much better than the fireworks salute I bought in the market.

After a fierce battle of magic missiles, the meat shields of the two teams almost rushed to the midfield position and began to collide and wrestle.

The sound of shields colliding with shields, the clashing of knives and axes with war hammers, could be heard clearly even by me, who was far away.

If it weren't for the fact that the two sides of the duel could not take people's lives and maim people, I would definitely sweat for the meat shields present, and the intensity of the collision and battle simply shocked me.

After the flesh shield collides, it is a duel between the shooters.

There are not many elves who like to use firearms, and in the current two teams, there is not a single archer who uses firearms, and all of them are longbows and crossbows.

The arrows of the longbow and crossbow are twisted, which is the rule of the game, but even if the arrows are twisted, these feather arrows and crossbow arrows are still quite lethal.

Raining arrows and crossbows rained down, piercing the skin of the front row of flesh shields and hanging in their flesh, some caught in their clothes, and others blocked by the shields they were carrying.

After a few rainstorms of arrows, it's time for agile warriors to play.

Agile warriors are like agile apes, agile dodging feathered arrows and magic missiles roaming the battlefield, crossing the flesh shields that are wrestling, and then, like crazy hungry wolves, they pounce into the pile of archers and magicians in the rear, and start a crazy attack.

Almost all elves are good at archery, but the archery skills of elven archers are better than those of ordinary elves, and in the same way, elven archers are also the same as other elves, they are also good at melee combat, although their swordsmanship is not as good as that of elven warriors, but it is not difficult to resist for a while.

Soon, the elven warrior and the elven archer faced each other with a sharp sword, and a stalemate ensued.

Immediately after, the two sides began to fight.

At first, the battle between the two sides was still up and down, but soon, the elven archers showed their decline, but they would not be defeated anytime soon, because behind the archers, there was a group of elven magicians who had recovered their state, and behind the elven magicians, there was also a group of elven priests who were sticking to their posts.

The Elven Priest's healing spell allowed the wounded archers to quickly recover and continue to fight the elven warriors, while the elven mages continued to unleash magic missiles and other magic to repel incoming opponents.

But this kind of battle can't last long, although the injuries of the elven archers can heal in a very short time, but their physical strength is not able to recover in a short time, in the entire Zephyr Continent, except for the chanting of the fairy royal family, there is no second race that can recover the ability to recover physical strength in a short period of time.

The physical strength of the archers was far inferior to that of the warriors, and in the middle of the battle for half an hour, the archers finally could not support it, collapsed to the ground, and were eliminated from the field.

When the first archer fell to the ground, there was a burst of exclamation from the audience, and everyone in the elven tribe felt sorry for their fellow who had fallen to the ground.

Soon, the second archer also fell to the ground, and then, the third was a warrior, who, after receiving dozens of magical attacks in a row, finally couldn't hold it anymore and fell with him.

After that, the arena was like a mowing scene, and people were forced to leave the stadium because they were physically exhausted or because they were injured too much.

By the forty minutes marked, there were only a few men left in the arena, the vast majority of whom were fighters.

The competition between the elven warriors is very pleasing to the eye, like a dance, the movements are smooth, elegant, and the moves are close to the point, which makes people unconsciously feel very dangerous when they see it.

Sitting in the audience, I could clearly see every movement of each of them, which can also show that their strength is weaker than mine, and they are not weaker than a little bit, but even so, their battles are still very exciting.

After another twenty or so decades, at last, only two fighters were still standing in the arena, they were on their arms, gasping for breath, their bodies covered in wounds and blood, but they still stood unyieldingly.

The two of them didn't make a move on each other, because there was no longer a need, both of them were on the same team, and their team won the final victory.

After the end, I walked out of the gate, and as I walked, I saw a familiar figure - Wren?

My eyes were fixed on the figure, and I quickened my pace and headed straight for him, until I walked out the door, and I couldn't catch up with the figure.

Just as I was looking around, not far away, a person was waving to me, it was Wren!

I walked over and said, "You're coming to see the game too?" ”

"Watch every show."

"Aren't you an assassin?" I lowered my voice.

"Assassins also need to learn different combat techniques," Wren said, "and the elves' fighting skills are exactly what I want to learn." ”

"You appear so blatantly, aren't you afraid of being noticed by the elf higher-ups?"

"I've been noticed for a long time," Wren said, "It's a pity that the people sent to spy on me are weaker than me, as long as I pay attention and make a proper disguise, even if I pass by them, they won't recognize me." ”