Unlike those spectators who are just watching the fun, Bert certainly knows that although he seems to have the upper hand on the surface, the real situation is not as good as he appears.

【Spells. Illness is a spell that increases the caster's attack speed and movement speed for a short period of time, and its duration is closely related to the caster's constitution.

This kind of spell technique has quite high requirements for the physical toughness and durability of the recipient, even if he has been carefully trained by a grandmaster-level warrior monk since he was a child, and all kinds of precious nourishing products from childhood to adulthood have not been broken. With the blessing of disease, the duration does not exceed 5 minutes.

Ordinary people seem to have seen through everything under the dodge, Bert has long begun to doubt life, self-chaos, even if the strong-willed can keep their hearts, but in order to stop themselves like ghosts, they have to consume a lot of spells and skills to delay the pace of his attack, so that in no more than two or three minutes, Bert can consume their spell slots or skill times.

Only a strange figure like Morey, with so many nerves that he can almost run a horse, and a lot of spell slots can force him to the point where he is about to hold on.

Looking at a gap, Morey's [Fireball Technique] had just been thrown out at this time, and before he had time to generate a new spell, Bert turned sideways and actually launched a [Charge] in a very short distance.

Morey obviously didn't expect Bert to be able to launch such a charge, and he seemed a little hurried, and kept retreating.

But how could the speed of his feet go backwards compared to the speed of the charge, and Bert soon caught up with Morey, who was constantly retreating.

"Don't blame me!"

Bert thought to himself, but his right hand stabbed forward fiercely.

While!

The huge [Titan] with a sword face was summoned by Morey again, acting as a sword and shield with a unique shape.

I don't know how the god of forging reacted to seeing the attack weapons he had made being treated as shields one after another.

The attack was thwarted, and Bert was about to dodge, only to see Morey holding a large dwarven firearm at him.

Boom!

There was a violent explosion of gunpowder, and a magic bullet suddenly drilled out of the muzzle of the black hole and hit Bert's chest as he was about to dodge.

Unlike the slow fireballs and magic missiles, the [Stance Bullet] fired through the Dragon Slayer Musket was extremely fast, and the distance between the two was so close that Bert didn't have time to react at all.

The spinning warhead was first covered by the [Incantation. The wind energy that gathered was deflected, and then the [Shield Badge] on Bert's chest also lit up, absorbing the stance damage carried by the bullet.

But even if the position damage is absorbed, the impact of the warhead itself still knocks Bert far away, widening the distance between the two.

"Damn it!"

The only thing that needs to be implemented in fighting with mages is distance, and they must be stuck to their side, otherwise once the distance is opened, it will be their stage.

Sure enough, seeing that Bert finally distanced himself from him, the [Mist of the Dead], which Morey had been holding in his hand, suddenly unleashed.

The fog suddenly enveloped the entire ring.

Of course, Bert was not the shabby mercenaries and pirates that Morey had dealt with before, and after a few bottles of holy water of astonishing purity were spilled, the fog was immediately dispelled.

But with the delay of this time, Morey has reorganized in addition to the dense spell defense, stone walls, black oil, cobwebs, and even a pair of huge dragon wings behind Morey's back.

Boom!

A huge iron golem slowly moved forward, making Bert's expression become serious.

It's not that Bert is afraid of this kind of slow-moving iron lump, in the previous duel, he also used [Sword Drawing Technique] to directly kill an iron golem in seconds, but through Morey's arrangement, he knew that the baron must have seen the weakness of his physical strength, so he wanted to use these means to continuously consume his physical strength.

After a little trial of forward pressure, Bert felt the resilience of Morey's improvised defense, every time he demolished a stone wall and burned a piece of cobwebs and black oil, there would immediately be an Iron Golem to fill the position, and Morey, who was flying in the air, easily rebuilt what he had destroyed, and from time to time threw one or two fireballs down to prevent himself from killing the Iron Golem.

Although it was only a short moment, it was as if Bert was fighting a well-defended army alone, which made Bert refresh his understanding of Morey once again.

His instant computing power is definitely the strongest he's ever seen.

If Morey could hear Bert's heart at this time, he would definitely shamelessly stop the credit of the blood moon on himself.

According to his words, it's all one anyway, right? What to share with each other!

Using the [Flaming Sword] to force away the approaching Iron Golem, Bert took a slight breath and said to Morey in the sky with a smile:

"You're the first person to push me into such a mess!"

Morey could only smile, not knowing how to talk.

"But now, I'm going to be serious!"

Bert said as if explaining as well as declaring.

I saw that he took out a bamboo sword and quickly circled the iron golem that was about to pounce, and a bamboo sword that was close to the ground also drew the same circle in the process.

I saw a yellowish circle of light appear on the sole of the Iron Golem's feet, and then quickly popped out five identical circles from the ground to trap the Iron Golem firmly.

This aperture is so magical that even though Morey struggled with the Iron Golem, he couldn't break free.

"Don't waste your efforts, if you don't have the power of the dragon, no one can break free from the earth-based bondage spell of this sword!"

Bert is obviously very satisfied with the ability of this bamboo sword, although this weapon from another world only has such an auxiliary ability, but it has already contained an important combat power of the other party, what is there to dissatisfaction with?

Then Bert tore open a spell scroll that had been prepared for a long time, and felt the pressure of the dragon wings getting heavier and heavier, and Morey had to come down.

When he fell, Morey even stumbled and fell into his own greasy operation, and it took him a long time to get up, and he was extremely embarrassed by his greasy.

Seeing that his spell scroll actually had such a miraculous effect, Bert raised his eyebrows, and rushed into Morey's defensive circle with a sudden advance.

Morey, who had just stood up, was a little overwhelmed by Bert's sudden attack, and actually wanted to hide behind the stone wall, but before Morey could hide in the defense of the stone wall, the rune sword blessed with [flame] pierced the two layers of spell shields like a hot oil knife cutting butter.

Looking at the rune sword against his throat, the entanglement and unwillingness on Morey's face made Bert, who had been hanging by him, look up to the sky and laugh.

You kid has it today, too!

"Hehe, Morey looks like you've lost!"

Bert was like having hunted a cunning prey at the moment, and his body and mind were full of satisfaction.

His solicitation of Morey can be seen by himself, but he has always rejected himself and refused to give himself a clear answer.

In Bert's opinion, this is just the self-esteem of the young man who is unwilling to be subordinate, and he defeated him in public in the ring this time, which should make him recognize some reality!

No matter how talented you are, you can't even win on your own, so what do you insist on?

"When you're done, would you like to go to my place for a drink?"

"I have wine from the Elven Continent there!"

"Even though those pointy ears are very rigid and difficult to deal with, this drink is a must!"

Bert obviously made a lot of money, and even took out the treasured elven wine for Morey.

The frustration in the arena coupled with the elf wine and the persuasion of his own compliance, this time you still don't fall into my hands?

But before he could wake up from this wonderful imagination, there was an exclamation in his ears, and with a huge roar, the scorching air, the violent shock wave and the severe pain directly made him unconscious, but until the coma, the Great Highness was still thinking about one thing, what happened?