Charles wasn't surprised that he was able to kill Anya's explosive output in seconds.

First of all.

Warlock is just a brittle cloth armor class, although it is said that the various protective energy shields that high-level warlocks and mages can open during battle can make any melee despair, but at low levels, the protective spells that warlocks and mages can use are nothing more than a few. Among them, mage armor is the most common.

And at the twelfth level, unlocking the fourth layer of magic, the mages have the next key protective spell, the Stone Skin Technique.

Therefore, low-level spellcasters are very afraid of the close proximity of the fighters, and in the early stage of development, their escape spells, protection spells, and even attack spells are a bit stretched, and it is basically difficult to use another spell with a similar effect after using one.

Even if there are props such as scrolls and accessories, which give the caster more means to deal with the battle, no local tyrant player will be idle to throw scrolls in the arena, and the effect of the jewelry has a limit on the number of times it can be used...... Charles had already thought through these joints in his mind.

Therefore, as soon as the war started, he was seized by Anya's strong crossbow, and he was not impatient, but waited for Anya to cast the 'Ma Yofu Strong Acid Arrow', and activated the mirror effect of the shield himself, which caught Anya off guard, and broke her two layers of energy shields in just a few seconds. Then, in the face of a spellcaster who has lost all protection, any physical class present may be able to establish an absolute advantage.

Warlocks and Mages have the lowest health gain of all known basic classes. Generally speaking, a level 10 warlock or mage is very good if he has a health of about 40 points.

If it's those crazy squeezing physique attributes. Cast all the extra attribute points into the wizard of intelligence. Health is even lower.

“…… And that's the end of it? ”

Until this point. The crowd in the audience came back to their senses from the battle that had just ended.

Zhang Ze unconsciously stood up from the stone bench, looked at Anya who was surprised and confused, and looked at Charles, who was still fixed on the field, thinking about something to himself, and opened his mouth and didn't know what to say.

"This ......"

Yifeng also twitched the corner of his mouth.

It can only be said that the battle situation is changing rapidly, and they thought a moment ago that Charles was going to be pressed and beaten by a sorceress for a while, and who knew that in the next breath, the priest would use a combat skill. The assessment of the first game was concluded.

"Anya, and we, seem to have underestimated that guy a little...... If you are more cautious, this game can drag on for at least ten minutes...... Anya is still careless......"

Long Yan exhaled, gradually reining the complex color in his eyes.

"If you and I play, the result is not much better...... His output was too explosive......" Wing Wind stared at the still rickety black spiked chain hammer dangling under Charles' right arm, and his eyebrows jumped.

"A priest, where do you get your combat skills?"

"And ...... I'm sure the guy has trained at least one of the major Combat Specialties, otherwise there would be no specialization that provides extra damage. It's impossible to get over 40 damage with a super crit! Wing Feng said in an affirmative tone.

"Or else? It sounds okay to kill crispy skin in seconds, but there are very few fighters who can really do it. At a low level. Warriors can't lose mages in seconds, and don't fantasize about them when they're advanced. Long Yan said with a rare laugh.

"Keep watching......"

"That guy only took a month and there were signs of taking off." Yifeng said in a complicated tone.

Although they have a good relationship and often get together, they all have the idea of competing in private. The same was true of the previous Nordasil, where the twenty-nine members were both family members and competitors to each other, and no one wanted to be one step behind, even if it was only a slight gap.

"If I were Anya, I would have to think of another tactic at this time." Long Yan shook his head and looked at the human sorceress who had already returned to her senses at the edge of the field.

Anya is Anya after all, and in a short period of time, she calmed down the gloomy mood that she had just experienced a fiasco.

Her eyes as she watched Charles grow darker, dark and bright.

"Do you want to continue?"

The three-minute break between sessions is short, and it will be less than half a minute before the next game begins. Out of respect, Charles asked more.

"Of course." When Anya replied, there was a smile on her face.

Seeing her sister's expression, An Ying, who had just left the stone bench, sat back without saying a word. Zhang Ze next to her threw a strange look at her and said in a low voice, "What's wrong?" ”

"It's fine." An Ying said lightly, and she didn't know if she was talking about herself, her sister on the field, or both.

"First Winner: Charles."

"The second session starts now."

"Please have 10 seconds for both sides to be ready."

There was such a row of system prompts in the arena's field of vision.

Soon, Charles and Anya resumed the confrontation they had just a few minutes ago, each leaning against a corner of the field, looking at each other diagonally, more than twenty meters apart.

More than 20 meters is considered a relatively safe casting distance.

It takes at least two seconds for a Warfighter to charge at a low level to get close to Anya, and a Warlock is not a wood, so during the Warcaster's sprint, she will definitely throw spells such as greasy spells to block, so it is not easy for even a high-level Warfighter to cross a distance of twenty meters in two seconds.

"Knock"

The ten-second countdown to the start of the war has fallen.

However, the rush scene expected by Zhang Ze and others did not appear, but a strange scene.

Charles held a light steel shield and flail, and Anya held a slightly shorter wand with a dark blue gem set at the top and runes carved into the handle.

A quiet atmosphere filled the arena at dusk.

Compared with the two people with calm expressions on the field, Zhang Ze, An Ying, Long Yan and others outside the field all had a solemn look.

No one spoke, they knew it was the silence before the storm, and if one of the two people took the lead, the other would strike with a thunderbolt.

And that's exactly what happened.

If you don't have the certainty of suppression, you must not take the lead against spellcasting professions such as warlocks and mages, especially if the caster is still staying at a relatively long distance and has enough time to cast spells.

Charles is waiting for Anya to strike first, to see what spells she uses to start, and the starting moves often contain strong tactical intent, so that the spell system she prepared will definitely show a hint of clues, and then when identifying spells, Charles can be more calm.

But judging from the current situation, Anya seems to have similar thoughts like him, and no one moved for a long time. Charles's eyes couldn't help but have a hint of amusement.

"In that case......

If she doesn't act, Charles can force her to act. With such a thought, Charles's mind moved, and the light steel shield on his left arm disappeared in an instant, and another repeating heavy crossbow was held in front of him.

A repeating heavy crossbow bought from an Aboriginal weapons store.

Green quality.

Sells for 400 gold coins.

Each box contains 5 bolts and costs 1 gold coin.

Just by looking at the price of weapons and the price of ammunition, you know that this is a ridiculously expensive long-range weapon. The power of a single crossbow bolt fired by it is far less than that of a single crossbow arrow, but five crossbow arrows are fired in a row, but all crispy professions within the range must retreat in fear at this time.

It's a ranged weapon that can kill them.

Charles perfectly replicated Anya's first blow to himself in the previous game.

"Bang ......"

The five bolts stored in the ammo box were empty in the blink of an eye. Charles flicked the repeating crossbow, and even if the arrows missed, the crossbow still had at least a dozen pounds of net weight.

Five crossbow bolts traverse the arena.

"These hands are dirty!" Zhang Ze in the audience on the sidelines couldn't help but exclaim.

Charles's first move this time obviously smelled of "revenge".

Anya used a military heavy crossbow in front of him, which made him embarrassed and lost the initiative in the battle.

Now, he also uses a heavy crossbow to return the color, and it is also a heavy crossbow that can fire 5 bolts in a row. What Zhang Ze said is dirty, and that's exactly what he said.

What's more, the repeating heavy crossbow is still dealing with a warlock.

Without stone skin, without higher-level spell shields, the spellcasting profession was very afraid of arrows, much more than the Priest. After all, the priest can wear heavy armor and hold a shield, and even if he doesn't block the arrows, he won't suffer much damage. But Warlocks are different.

"Wind Wall Technique!"

However, to everyone's expectations, in the face of the crossbow arrows that came in the air, Anya's face did not have a trace of panic.

There was only a look of shame in her eyes.

For such a dirty retaliatory attack, even with Anya's self-cultivation, there is an urge to scold.

But anger is useless in fighting.

The more angry you are, the more you can't control your emotions, and you may get caught in the cobwebs laid by your opponent...... Thinking of this, Anya had the leisure to glance at Charles on the other side when a few arrows were aimed at her.

The faint smile on the corner of the priest's mouth confirmed Anya's guess even more.

Dirty means are fake.

The psychological attack hidden in the "dirty" is the real one.

"Psychological Attack...... That guy ......" After Anya thought through, she unconsciously bred a jealous emotion in her heart, and at the same time felt unprecedented pressure.

"Wind Wall Technique!"

During this series of mental activities, Anya touched a ruby ring on the index finger of her right hand.

In an instant, the wind howled.

The arena at dusk suddenly reverberated with a fierce wind roar, and everyone in the audience felt like they were in the Gobi Desert, their clothes and hair were blown by the overflowing wind.

At the same time, a heavy wall of jet-black, with electric light in it, lay in front of Anya, completely sealing the firing angles of several crossbow arrows.

Knock knock.

Five crashes fell.

The crossbow bolt hit the wind wall, and did not lose power and fell to the ground, but was swept into the wind wall by the black wind wire, and then the purple lightning swirled around the crossbow arrow, and after a while, there were more fragments of arrows in the wind wall. (To be continued......)

Chapter 196: A Little Test (Medium: