This apprentice from the main courtyard did not hesitate at all, and his attack was a killing move, killing him with one blow.

Under the influence of the Holy Flame, the corpse of the necromancer's apprentice was gradually burned into a pile of charcoal, and even the soul was not spared, the soul contaminated with the breath of the undead was the most hated creature of the Holy Light, and the soul was burned to ashes by the purest energy of the Holy Flame, which was the worst fate for the necromancer.

When the many undead apprentices in the stands woke up from the shock, and the rest of their minds were full of anger, and a fierce shout erupted in the stands.

"Kill him!"

"Skinn him!!Use his bones to refine a white bone skull!!"

"Imprison his soul with a stitching monster!, so that he will never be reborn!!"

When the next necromancer entered, there was a real exclamation from the stands.

"Hey, it's Max, even Max is gone?!"

"Wow, top 20 Max! This guy is going to be out of luck!"

"Tremble in the face of fear, mortal!" someone leaned against the railing and roared in Charlie's direction, and the responders gathered.

Charlie felt the different atmosphere in the stands, calmly looked at the opponent in front of him, and was immediately attracted by a huge figure.

It is about three meters tall, its whole body is blue-green, fat and puffy, at first glance it looks like a pile of meat, composed of many fragmented corpses, a one-eyed skull full of canine teeth with interlaced teeth, two thick arms, one hand wrapped around a rusty iron chain, the other hand holding a broken blood axe, the most striking is its fat and bloated belly, from the crack between the chest and abdomen, you can see that it is stuffed with all kinds of miscellaneous pieces, a tangled intestine dragged out of the crack, hanging to the ground, constantly dripping sticky corpse fluid.

Compared to this Roshan, the necromancer beside it is much more pleasing to the eye.

"Someone offered two bottles of undead rot to buy your head, tsk! you're worth more than me, you're proud enough!" Max let out a sinister laugh.

"Who's bidding?" Charlie asked casually.

"Don't worry, before you die, I will definitely tell you!"

As soon as Max finished speaking, Roshan raised his arm and waved it suddenly, and a huge iron hook dragged a long chain towards Charlie......

Launching a sneak attack without saying a word, this Max is really different from other mages, he doesn't follow the rules and does not do anything, if his opponent is a pure mage, I'm afraid this blow is enough to kill.

Without any indication that the battle between the two had already begun, which was not common in the Arcane Ring main house, but was commonplace in the Necromancy Academy, but Charlie immediately adapted to the rhythm.

Charlie moved a few feet to his side with agility, avoiding the locking of the iron hook, kicked the ground with both legs, and rushed forward, the Holy Flame Sword cutting a sharp arc.

A sword slashed through Roshan's waist and abdomen, and the wound turned out a layer of greasy and blackened fat, and the holy flame burned and sizzled, but it was isolated by the thick fat, unable to reach the broken soul of the stitched creature.

At the same time, Max began to chant a long incantation under the cover of Roshan, and the rudiments of a dark gray magic array faintly appeared in front of him, and a strong death energy was born at the core, which made people feel palpitations just by looking at it.

Based on Charlie's knowledge of magic, he couldn't tell what kind of spell it was, and from common sense, it should be an undead creature summoning spell, but he didn't know what kind of creature Max was summoning.

Intuition tells Charlie that it is best not to let Max complete this summoning ritual.

However, the stitched Roshan put a lot of pressure on him, and the iron hook could be released once a minute, and the knife and axe opened and closed wide, not seeking to hit quickly, but to exchange injuries for injuries.

Charlie's physical fitness is not enough, his strength is far from being able to compete with Roshan, his body can't withstand its blow, and his agility has not reached the level of crushing it, and the battle situation has entered a state of anxiety for a while.

The Holy Flame Sword, which shone in the first battle, faced it, losing its original luster, and could only cause some skin trauma, and after using the Holy Flame energy many times, the energy of the Starlight Ink was about to run out, and the Holy Flame gradually extinguished, and the magic pattern was dim.

At this time, the purple-black magic array appeared in front of Max, becoming clearer and clearer, and the black mist in the array was forming, it was roaring, struggling, and jumping, as if something was about to break out.

Charlie drove two fingers to pluck the ring, unleashed two natural swiftness in a row, and the next moment, several thick vines stretched out from the purple-black magic array, binding Max in mid-air, and the vines shook violently, twisting the last few spells that Max overflowed into his mouth into a ball of nonsense.

The magic array burst out with dazzling brilliance, and then annihilated in an instant, the black mist condensed into a hideous head, emitting a silent fierce hiss, an irresistible force dragged it into the magic array, and it fought desperately, to no avail.

The two instantaneous "Wild Vines" finally achieved the purpose of interrupting the casting, which was two levels higher than the pseudo-instantaneous "Water Dragon Technique" in the previous battle, and the interference effect was more obvious.

Max lost his mind for a short time, he once thought that the summoning technique was successful, and the "Undead Creature Summoning Technique" itself had a certain degree of instability, he thought that he had summoned a few "Ancient God Tentacles" from the Abyss of Abyss, and because the strength was not enough to control, there was a backlash, until he felt that the ability of the "tentacles" was not as strong as he imagined, and then reviewed the abnormality of the magic array, and then reacted, and his summoning was interrupted by the opponent.

Max, who felt that his IQ was insulted, was extremely angry, and waved his right hand, "Kill him!"

Roshan took heavy steps and moved towards Charlie.

Charlie no longer concealed his hole cards, and in the middle of running, the chip assisted in the magic silent hair, and a frost flower slowly flew out of Charlie's hand, landing on the ground in front of Roshan, paving a frosty ground with a radius of twenty meters, and the speed of the heavy Roshan plummeted, and it was even more unable to keep up with Charlie's speed.

Charlie took an arrow step, moved to the side, and saw Max hiding behind Roshan, and two beaded fireballs shook off and smashed at Max.

Max, who had been in a dominant state of mind, showed a fearful expression for the first time, and after a brief hesitation, he quickly recited a hurried incantation.

An abnormal mental fluctuation touched Charlie's sensitive nerves, and Roshan's fat body suddenly paused, and the next moment it exploded, like throwing a stinky bomb in the field, and the corpse pieces burst open layer by layer, setting off the miscellaneous pieces in the sky, and thick acid splashed in all directions......

At the moment of Roshan's explosion, the fireball hits Max and burns to the ground.

Max let out an angry roar as his flame-stained garment was shattered by the sound, revealing a black, withered body, covered with old orange peels and scars, and extremely ugly, exposed to the eyes of everyone.

Max looked angry and embarrassed, which is equivalent to revealing the ugliest and most unbearable side of the necromancer, the transformation of the body by necromancer is the most obvious, for the sake of strength, and endure the drastic changes of the body, constantly subverting the bottom limit of the individual, this is a psychological threshold that every necromancer apprentice must face, and today, Max's embarrassment hidden in the depths of his heart was exposed to the public on the spot.

In addition to the mental humiliation, there is also an unbearable loss, the anger that makes Max out, his giant stitching monster was blown up to save his life, completely turned into a pile of garbage, it is a symbol of Max's strength, accounting for seventy percent of Max's strength, and today's war made him lose the fruits of the past five years of struggle, how can he not be heartbroken?!

On the other side, Charlie struggled to pull out the sharp finger bones embedded in the shoulder socket and threw them on the ground, inexplicably thick and sharp, the wound on the shoulder overflowed with purple-red blood, under the erosion of acid, constantly emitting a piercing pain, his face was stained with a few drops of pale green acid, and his skin turned black, revealing the pink polyps underneath.

Charlie slowly took off the bow and arrow from his back, pulled the bow and shot an arrow, and the arrow was aimed at Max's heart, which had lost the strength to resist.

Duh!

The arrow slammed into the fat heart in his withered body, instantly draining Max's entire strength!

Once again, the Blood Arena fell silent, and this time it was no longer a brief silence.

Max was able to rank in the top 20 of the first year of the Necromancer Academy, not only because of his great talent, his open-mindedness, and his interest in necromancy, but also because he had spent three years in his first year, and before coming to the Arcane Ring, he had studied necromancy for two years.

However, it was such an old first-year apprentice who lost at the hands of this main academy student without any suspense that people felt shocked, the slogan that the Academy of the Dead has been chanting for decades to surpass the main academy, is it all empty talk?

There is no doubt about the power of the giant stitching monster, and many first-year students ask themselves that he will not do better than Max if he goes up on his own, which means that he is not an opponent.

So, here's the problem.

Who can go on next? The first two fail and die, who dares to play? If the third game also fails, what will be the face of the Academy of the Dead?

Just when the Necromancy Academy's side was in trouble, some changes took place in the field.

After Charlie invoked the water elemental magic to cleanse the wound with acid, he cast the third-order natural spell "Natural Healing" and the fourth-order light spell "Holy Light Technique".

The green and white energy gathered at the wound, shining brightly, the wound on the shoulder gradually closed, and in a blink of an eye, the bleeding had stopped, and after more than ten seconds, Charlie turned his shoulder, feeling that the wound had basically healed.

Then, Charlie calmly uttered something that made the Necromancer apprentice ashamed, "Who's next?"

At this moment, Duke was suffering a suffocating rage in a room in the Blood Arena.

"Just for two bottles of undead rotten liquid, you let Max fight with him?!" a middle-aged man stared at Duke so hard that he didn't dare to move.

Duke was silent.

"What benefits do you get?"

Duke sighed and said honestly, "A wraith of ashes, ten rotten roots, ghoul essence, the ribs of the giant beast mammoth, and the brain of the water ghost." ”

"Hehe! There are a lot of benefits! No wonder you can't refuse!" the middle-aged man sneered and asked, "Who started this incident?"

"Simon, while doing volunteer work, he molested that man's team members......"

"Then let him die!" the middle-aged man burst into a daze, interrupting Duke's words rudely, paused, he lost patience and stood up, "You can settle this matter yourself, I don't want to see any other undead apprentices appear in the arena, either you or Simon, I don't care." ”

Duke nodded silently, bowed to the end, and sent the middle-aged man away.

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