Morey felt that he was listening to a lot more sighs today than usual.

Not to mention the third young master of the Alex and Ponle families, the rest of the royal nobles who had a relationship with each other came one after another, all of them looked sorry for Morey, as if they had already decided that Morey had lost.

A little later, Morey even received consolation from Harry.

"Don't be afraid, what a big deal! My old man has a relationship with those people, so it's a big deal to ask him to recommend you directly to the hospital! ”

Harry in front of the camera looked like he had a big bag, and he couldn't see the appearance of worrying that he would be locked up by his own son when he discussed with Wade before.

The military advisor also sent condolences: "The Book of Ten Thousand Laws can't go this time and there will be a next time, this time you did a very good job, as long as Bert goes this time, the quota next time must be yours." ”

"Why did you all think I was going to lose, didn't you think I'd win?"

Morey almost wanted to cry without tears.

But even if he said this to his face, they would probably think that Morey was a swollen face and a fat man.

The day of the competition is fast approaching.

Before Phoenix came on the field, he was pulled aside by his uncle and secretly handed him a gray bottle of potion.

"If you run into any crisis, use this! Remember, this time the family can't lose! ”

Phoenix took the potion tremblingly, he understood what kind of damage this potion of burning potential could do to the user, but he knew better what the situation was now.

Since the news came back to China, his family has become a major contributor to the growth of the Holy Spear Kingdom.

While praising themselves, the family naturally reiterated the opinion that failure is absolutely not allowed, after all, victory or defeat now is a concern for the family's face.

"Don't worry! Uncle! I'm going to win! ”

......

It's still in the same place, but this time all the rings in the three-level duel space have been removed, and in their place is a huge circular sea of sand.

[Soul Ringing Sand] is a special soul spell medium, many times those wizards and witches use this kind of thing to communicate with weak spirits, and through them move [Soul Ringing Sand] to form various words or patterns to obtain information.

But those who turn around and make ghosts only have about half a pound of [Soul Ringing Sand] at most, and they will also carefully store them with skins made of white lion skin, for fear of damaging their power.

Just as the Holy Spear Kingdom felt that it was going to build a beach, it had paved this circular space with a radius of one hundred feet with a thick layer of [Soul Sounding Sand]. If nothing else, this financial and mobilization capacity alone is enough for those foreign missions to be staggered.

This Holy Spear Kingdom wants to become an empire, but isn't it wishful thinking!

It is impossible for them, who are the size of the kingdom, to prepare such a trial ring overnight.

Looking at the sea of sand paved by the [Soul Ringing Sand], Cyril's face was cloudy.

For the first time, he had doubts about his decision, was it really okay to offend such a thriving kingdom in order to curry favor with the Ish-Ulu Empire?

And Mened, who has always behaved like a coward, is much better than the rest at the moment, after all, as the strongest kingdom vassal of the empire, it is not uncommon for them to see such pomp and circumstance in the empire.

At this time, the three of them had already stood on three points, and the referee had introduced the rules of the competition in great detail.

The rules are very simple, as long as they release their soul power and manipulate the [Soul Ringing Sand] to form a sand pawn, whoever can control the more and more subtle, then his soul will naturally be stronger.

With a crisp bell, the soul war is about to start.

After the battle began, as everyone expected, Morey's body only condensed a bulge of about a foot in front of him, on the other hand, a miniature army had appeared in front of them, although the face was blurred, but the general shape was still there, cavalry, infantry, crossbowmen and even charioteers were all available, and they marched moderately, looking like an army of a hundred battles.

Bert had 100 infantry, 200 crossbowmen, 100 cavalry, and 100 charioteers, for a total of 500 sand pawns, while the Phoenix sand pawns were slightly larger, with 200 infantry, 200 crossbowmen, 100 cavalry, and 100 charioteers forming a phalanx of 600 sand pawns.

Until this time, the only sand pawn in front of Morey was still extremely difficult, like a naughty boy who kept piling sand on the sand, and then slid down helplessly, let alone moving, and the audience even wondered if this precarious sand pile would collapse in the next second.

Therefore, Bert and Phoenix also had a tacit understanding and did not care about him, but fought together with the tip of the needle.

It is their soul power that controls these sand pawns, and for the two who have not undergone special training, every time a sand pawn is scattered, then this soul power can no longer be used in a short period of time, which means that their sand pawns are a hammer deal.

Whoever can defeat the opponent first will win the final victory.

The first to collide was the infantry phalanx of both sides, and the 100 infantry who rushed forward here suddenly formed a circular phalanx and entangled the 200 infantry of Phoenix.

At this time, the crossbowmen who were closely behind Bert began to shoot indiscriminately.

This is also Bert's previous thinking, in his opinion, it is to exchange these 100 infantry for Phoenix's 200 infantry, as long as the exchange is successful, the gap with the other party can be erased in an instant.

Phoenix also obviously saw Bert's plan, and the 200 infantry were about to break free from the entanglement and rush directly to the bow and crossbow phalanx not far away, and the bow and crossbow phalanx in the rear also increased their pace.

But the infantry that had been defending in a circular phalanx scattered at once, entangled the prey that was trying to escape.

Sou!

A burst of sand arrows as slender as toothpicks were fired from the rear with a whoosh, covering the entire phalanx of soldiers.

Under two consecutive long-range strikes, Bert's 100 infantry sand soldiers were all wiped out, and Phoenix's 200 infantry only survived, not even two.

Although Phoenix's crossbowmen, who arrived later, also fired a considerable amount of sand arrows in return, Bert had nothing to lose except for shooting a dozen or so sand pawns who could not dodge.

In the first round, Bert successfully completed his strategic goal, and Bert temporarily took the lead!

Just as the crossbowmen were about to retreat to the rear, Phoenix seemed to be unable to swallow this breath, and sent his most mobile cavalry out and rushed towards the relatively slow marching crossbowmen.

At this time, the crossbowmen had already turned into a marching formation, and it was too late to form a phalanx to attack intensively.

Looking at the cavalry that had already increased in speed, Bert placed his cavalry and charioteers behind the crossbowmen, since it was impossible to save, it was also a good choice to eat this lone cavalry with the crossbowmen.

Now that the opponent's crossbowmen and charioteers are all behind him, it's too late to help!

"Good chance!"