None of the courtiers dared to look Duke in the eye now, and although Duke was still very kind and kind, they knew that their king was definitely quite angry at the moment.

"Control that waiter, I want to see him alive in the Black Prison!"

Lord Earl's gloomy face at the moment made all his subordinates dare not breathe.

After planning for so long, I didn't expect that it would be ruined on a waiter in the end, and they didn't need the earl to greet him, and they wouldn't let that guy go.

After that, Phoenix and Morey took the stage in turn, and when Morey pulled out the red paper representing the battle, Abbey, who was sitting in the audience in disguise, couldn't help but laugh.

"You mud-legged fellow, you dare to ignore me!"

"How does this feel now?!"

Although Morey's face was calm, it was interpreted by Abbey that the dead duck of the Red Leaf City Lord was pretending to be calm, so he was even more proud.

When the mysterious person who had made an appointment with him vaguely revealed that he wanted to stop Morey, Abbey, who had long been angry because he was proposed to the finals by Morey, agreed without even verifying the identity of the other party.

Whether the other party's identity is true or false doesn't matter to Abbe at all, anyway, in order to confirm this person's identity, he won't go to the vast sea of books in the intelligence room of the military intelligence department to check the history of a family that has been wiped out for hundreds of years, anyway, as long as the gold coupon he got is real, isn't it?

Therefore, under Abe's design, Morey encountered Darren and Heras one after another, and now Abe boldly designed his brother and matched the two in advance.

In this way, whether it is Bert's idea of defeating Morey and breaking Morey's championship, or Morey defeating the eldest prince in public and sweeping away the prestige of the eldest prince, it will make him very happy.

Therefore, as long as such a result can be caused, even if it is hated by the old king for a while, it is acceptable, anyway, his mother is being favored, and the matter will pass with a gust of wind blowing on the pillow.

Abbey didn't think that he could hide anything for long, and that when the duel between Morey and Bert was over, the matter of his control of the lottery would be reported to his father's desk, so he didn't even do the usual thing to kill his mouth, but just quietly admired his masterpiece here.

......

Bert's class is the Rune Swordsman, which is known for its fast attack and movement speed, tricky angles, and quite a few spell abilities with powerful blessing attacks.

So as soon as he stepped into the ring, Morey stared at Bert with all his attention, and as long as he made the slightest move, he would react as soon as possible.

Bert is not surprised by this, as long as people who have seen his extremely fast knife drawing skills are like this when they fight against him, Morey is naturally no exception.

"I didn't think we'd meet here!"

There was some regret in Bert's tone.

In his mind, he actually hopes that Morey will directly have a bye to enter the finals, so that he still has the title of runner-up, and he can get some compensation from his father under his own operation, unlike now being directly defeated by himself and can only take a pitiful third place.

"Your Highness Bert, you seem to think you've won?"

Morey could naturally hear the regret in Bert's tone, so he asked rhetorically.

"Hehe, there's always going to be a fight!"

Bert neither admitted nor refuted, but left Morey a little confused about where to start.

"May I ask if the two sides are ready!"

The referee glanced at Bert, saw that the other party nodded, and immediately shouted: "Begin!" ”

Naturally, Morey doesn't care about the other party's favoritism, after all, what is more important than you as a baron and a prince?

Looking at the slowly rising enchantment, Bert smiled and slowly pulled out the magic sword covered in spell runes.

"Come on, Morey, attack me!"

Seeing that Bert actually let himself attack, Morey couldn't help but feel a slight anger in his heart.

"Then you're welcome!"

More than a dozen magic missiles slashed through an arc and crashed into Bert in the distance.

Unexpectedly, in the next second, Morey's sight lost Bert's trace, this is not the kind of Abbe who moves extremely fast under the blessing of "Caesar" so his eyeballs can't catch it, but this highness hides his traces through [Wind Walk].

Losing its target, the magic missile crashed into the barrier.

Although the attack was fruitless, Morey was not worried, he was actually very experienced in dealing with these stealth guys.

It's just that through [Perception] Morey didn't feel any feedback information, needless to say, this highness must have used [Silence] magic boots or magic props.

Call!

A burst of wind came from Morey's side, and Morey lunged forward.

"The target's [Stealth Strike] deals 20 physical damage to you."

"[Spell Shield] absorption has reached its limit, and the shield disappears."

"[Ice Shield] absorption has reached its limit, and the shield disappears."

"Your [Roll] dodged the opponent's attack successfully, and the attack was invalid!"

Looking at the four pieces of battle information that he had swiped out in a row, Morey couldn't help but be afraid for a while, if he hadn't pounced forward with some feelings, he was afraid that he would be injured now.

Of course, in the midst of the lightning and flint, Morey had already charged a fireball, and as he rolled, he smashed his crotch into Bert, who was chasing from behind.

The distance was so close, the angle was so tricky, all the spectators in the stands pinched a cold sweat for Bert.

Seeing that Bert was not afraid of danger, he leaned back, his waist was almost bent at 90 degrees, and he directly let the fireball aimed at his chest smash into the air, and flew behind him after grazing his body.

Rumble!

Explosions could be heard in the distance, and Morey knew by hearing that his attack had missed.

But Bert, who was dodging at this time, inevitably slowed down, and Morey had already gotten up and began to re-brew the spell attack.

"Hurry!"

Bert hurriedly formed a handprint, and a wave of wind energy suddenly enveloped him.

Then it's time for His Highness's performance.

Whether Morey sends out a [Magic Missile] or a [Fireball Technique], he can easily dodge it with an extreme speed increase, whether it is the [Stone Wall Technique] that blocks the way or the greasy [Greasy Technique]. He can either fly through the wall or walk through the ground under the protection of wind spells.

There is a word called "like a dragon", and Morey feels like he is fighting against a child of the storm, and the wind is always protecting him, deflecting his spells.

Watching Bert dodge one dangerous spell after another in a leisurely stroll, the audience's enthusiasm was suddenly ignited.

Every time Morey's spell misses, there will be cheers from the stands. In this terrible environment that seems to have entered the opponent's home field, ordinary people may have been mentally unbalanced and unable to release a spell, but Morey still released the spells one by one in a hurry, he didn't believe that Bert was really blessed by Lady Lucky, and all dangers would leave him.