"Big Ivan" and "Big Peter" are both mascots and living advertisements for Shabahrain and his union. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 Info made an appearance at the tournament and was guaranteed to attract more attention than Shabalin himself.

Such propaganda is commonplace on Earth, but it is still trendy in the world of Vares, and Roland has to admire Shabalin - this kid is really smart and far-sighted.

Shabalin snapped his fingers, and the Coal Golem moved, and took off the helmet with a miner's lamp on top of his head, revealing a large bare head, but the top of his head was flat, with a chimney opening, on which sat a copper teapot, and the water creaked.

Big Ivan raised his hand to remove the teapot above his head, and black smoke rose from the top of his head, emitting the characteristic smell of coke.

Shabalin raised his hand and grabbed it, and a "mage's hand" conjured up in the void, took a tea set from the opposite cupboard, and placed it on the table.

Big Ivan lifted the copper kettle and walked over, poured a cup of tea for the owner and Roland respectively, and not a drop of water spilled out of the cup, and the precision of the action control made Roland breathtaking!

"Shabalin, you'd better say hello to the referee in advance, if the golems are hit hard, teleport them out immediately, so as not to be completely destroyed, then you will lose a lot, after all, the golem cannot be resurrected."

Listening to Roland's advice, Shabalin couldn't help but smile, "This is the beginning of the psychological offensive?" As you are the resourceful Mr. Roland, I will remember your advice. ”

Roland shrugged innocently, took a sip from his teacup, and turned his head to look at the three cold-faced strong men sitting side by side on the bench opposite.

The three brothers looked almost carved out of a mold, they were all taciturn personalities, sitting there expressionless, and they could feel the fierce aura emanating from them from a distance.

Roland guessed that they were the Klitschko brothers hired by Shabahrain, all three of whom were level 6 barbarians and level 3 berserkers, typical violent hunk men.

"It's a pity that I don't have a pastor or a poet on my team, otherwise a 'calm mind' would have abolished your 'rage' and 'rage'." Roland muttered to himself.

His eyes fell on the Klitschko brothers, all three of whom were carrying large eight-foot-long swords on their backs. The Kitlanders' greatsword has never been unsheathed, and is simply fixed behind his back with a belt and two snap rings, so Roland can see the material of the opponent's greatsword, and the black blade glows with gold, which makes his eyes sting, and he immediately recognizes that the three brothers' giant swords are all forged by fusing pure gold!

Roland couldn't help but be slightly moved, turned his head and asked Shabalin: "You provided the Klitschko brothers' adamantite greatsword?" ”

Shabalin nodded and admitted: "These three brothers are big stars in the gladiatorial circle, and they are very valuable, and I can't attract them to join without a little blood." ”

Roland couldn't help but wonder: "I heard that you fell out with Sergei and his son because of the last strike, how can you still have the money to form a team to compete?" Look at your equipment...... It's not like there's a lack of sponsorship. ”

Shabalin handed him a handmade cigarette and said lightly: "I have other funders besides Sergei, the last strike brought me an unexpected harvest, people realized for the first time that there is such an organization in the city of Kitland, which has its roots in the working class, and we are united, shoulder to shoulder, arm in arm, openly demonstrating our strength, and guess what?" The nobles were shaken and ...... Money is not an issue. ”

Roland waved his hand to refuse his cigarette, and joked with a smile: "You can be regarded as an instant hit, make a name for yourself, and make another limelight at the martial arts conference, and more institutions will find you to cooperate in the future." ”

Shabalin snapped his fingers, a magical flame burst out from his fingertips, lit a cigarette for himself, and took a deep breath.

"That's not what it is, the bureaucrats are fighting openly and secretly with the business owners and the bankers, and we the working class are taking advantage of their contradictions to fight for a little money to support our families."

"Isn't that great? In Sabahrain, a healthy society should be full of free competition, and the union you represent is also part of the competition. ”

"Ha~ It's good if you can understand," Shabalin spat out a smoke ring, and then said, "The last strike also sounded the alarm bell for me, the trade union is not monolithic, some people can afford high prices, some people will be bought, people are like this, it is easy to be confused by the interests in front of them, when the individual and the collective interests conflict, there will always be more consideration of themselves, in order to avoid such a farce from happening again, we must improve the discipline of the trade union, strengthen the organization and leadership, so I plan to fully reorganize the existing trade union institutions, What do you think of the nascent Kitland workers' leadership body called Solidarity? ”

"Solidarity ......" Roland almost laughed out loud, and gave a thumbs up to the desire to complain: "Great! ”

At this time, the referee's whistle was heard outside the lounge, reminding "Shining Gold" and "Guild Power" to enter the competition tunnel and prepare for the showdown.

"I'll see you later on the field." Roland got up and shook Shabalin's hand, smiling and leaving a sentimental wish: "Friendship first, competition second." ”

……

The arena has two enclosed corridors, north and south, and players from both sides can use different corridors to enter the arena, which is actually a simple changing room.

Before the start of the game, both sides were making final preparations in the corridor, and the five-minute preparation time was long or short, enough to bless spells and arrange tactics. If it drags on longer, the blessed spell will probably become invalid.

Shabalin said goodbye to Roland, took the Coal Iron Golem and the Klitschko brothers into the south corridor, quickly adjusted the Golem's function to make sure that there was no fault, and then took out four bottles of "Resistance to Fire Damage" potion, drank one bottle himself, and distributed the other three bottles to the Klitschko brothers.

"The most dangerous in the opposing team is the Lighthouse Witch, I heard that she is very good at casting fireball magic, and with the Extreme Effect Scepter to blast over, the lethality is absolutely beyond your imagination, if you don't drink the fire resistance potion in advance, you will be seriously injured if you don't die."

When the Klitschko brothers heard him, their faces were very solemn, and they took the potion and drank it immediately.

"Boss, what if the witch casts spells with other attributes? For example, 'ice picks' and the like, how do we fight it? The eldest of the Klitschko brothers asked.

Shabalin groaned and replied: "It is very difficult to fully resist spell damage, fortunately, that witch's level is not high, and she can only cast 4 rings of spells at most, except for the fireball spell and the frost nova, the coverage of other lethal spells below 4 rings is not so large, so as not to pose a threat to all of us, after you go into battle, distance yourself from each other, so as not to be covered by a fireball, and pay attention to using Big Ivan and Big Peter as cover, they are immune to damage spells, I can help you resist the witch's spell strike, and again, I don't watch the excitement, so I naturally have to cast spells to control the opposing team, and contain the witch as much as possible, so that she has no time to distract from you. ”

Hearing him say this, the Klitschko brothers were much more relaxed, and one of them smiled and said, "Boss, we won't let you spend money in vain." ”

Shabalin nodded, using the rest of the preparation time to bless himself with shields, mage armor, and false lives.

"False Life" is a necromantic 2-ring arcane that can temporarily increase his vitality and greatly increase his survivability on the battlefield for mages with fragile constitutions.

Then, he took out a small packet of diamond powder worth 500 gold coins and whispered a mantra. These expensive spellcasting materials were sparkling vapor fueled by arcane energy, and adhered to the surface of his body, forming a shiny protective film, commonly known as "stone skin".

With the exception of magic and Adamantite weapons, it is difficult for any other weapon to penetrate this hard protective film, especially against bows and arrows.

The most hated thing for mages is the shooter. Since there is a female ranger who is proficient in archery in the opposite team, if Sabalin does not take targeted defensive measures, he will always be under the threat of sniper from the opponent, and he will have no time to distract himself from casting spells.

In the end, Shabalin blessed himself with a "flying technique". Although the limited flight altitude is only 30 feet, it is enough to help him dodge attacks from the ground and obtain a safer environment for spellcasting. In addition, the condescending view of the whole field is also conducive to him supporting his teammates in time and directing the battle. (To be continued.) )