The people of the Western Continent often think that the underground tunnels of Nyigon are full of filthy and evil creatures and have lived in darkness for generations, but this is not the case.

Aside from the cavemen, other creatures, including dragons, did not reject light, but even the greatest sorcerers could not use their magic to create light sources for twenty or forty hours.

So they brought in the Totem Vulcan Pillars from Uffer's allies - a totem that could reach tens of meters high and could easily illuminate a kilometer radius, and then planted these pillars like trees at all intersections and corners of the underworld.

On this day, almost all of the Vulcan pillars were lit up, and the intense light made the entire territory of Nigon, which had been in darkness all year round, seem to be daylight, and the cheers and roars of the city-state's inhabitants and monsters echoed through the deep tunnels.

If there are any major festivals in the Underworld, the fifteenth annual magic competition is undoubtedly one of them, and thanks to the presence of Her Majesty the Dragon Queen Moriel, this year's competition is more grand than ever.

Darkhall, the most important city-state in Nigon after the royal capital Casteger, reached its peak in the atmosphere of the arena after the Dragon Queen Morriel announced the start of the tournament and the big news was announced after the event.

What is going on on the field is a game of magic potions.

"Hey, my friend, did you see that guy?"

On the VIP seat, Alama looked elated and pointed to the huge circle below, although it was a magic competition, but the contestants were all important figures in the underground world, and when it was not their turn, the lords of Darkhall arranged VIP seats for them to rest.

"That's Jag, the strange smelly fecal potion he made fifty years ago was defeated by my permanent self-perfumed insecticidal water, he is a strong opponent, but unfortunately I am only interested in the Monster Medal this year, otherwise I will definitely have to compete with him again. ”

While praising his opponent, Alama also made no secret of his pride, and it seems that previous pet experiments have indeed given him a lot of confidence.

"I'm sure it's going to be a great matchup. The black shadow next to him said sincerely with his hands in his sleeves, but the strange thing was that even though there were four huge Vulcan pillars standing around the entire arena, and even the wrinkles and ravines on the cave man's face were clearly illuminated, those blazing lights seemed to stop a meter around him.

It looks as if he is standing in a vacuum of darkness, and if you don't look at him, he's beside you, but if you look closely, you will have the illusion that there is nothing.

Jager's opponent was a tall minotaur, and as soon as that man appeared, Alama's face immediately darkened.

Although the Minotaur is synonymous with savagery in the Underworld, this does not prevent Genna from actively pursuing the mysteries of magic, and in fact, he has been very successful in doing so.

Whether it is the study of monsters or the understanding of tactical extension, Genna has reached the level of a master, and the last time Alama passed by the Black Dragon Medal, it was defeated by his men.

"Despicable minotaurs. ”

Alama muttered quietly, apparently haunted by the defeat he had taken fifty years earlier.

The process of the competition is very simple and even child's play, there is no blood and no magic, all the contestants give their potions to the judges and explain the recipe and use, and then the judges record it and then hand it over to the final judges to determine the result.

So in just a few minutes, the sorcerer who was acting as a judge announced in a loudspeaker-like voice that Gengna's infectious scorpion tail venom had won.

Of course, there is no fairness and justice in such a game, and who wins and who loses depends entirely on the referee's mood at the time, but when this referee is a black dragon, the mountain-like size and abyss-like eyes are enough to make everyone shut their mouths.

"This despicable Gengna, I knew that this would be the result, he knew that Lord Harrett had a soft spot for the taste of the scorpion's ass, so he did what he liked every time, and last time he used this despicable means to defeat my genius idea!"

As soon as the judges announced the results, Alama immediately let out a sharp protest, but the voice could only be heard by himself and the dark shadow next to him.

"Hehe..."The thick darkness shook with the two characters.

As the following groups of sorcerers and underground lords presented their potions, about half an hour later, the judges announced Gengna as the final winner of the potion competition, and later in the award ceremony, he would receive the Black Dragon Medal from the Council of Elders.

The result of the game once again pushed the atmosphere in the arena to a new height, with the minotaurs and cave people shouting Genna's name, and every now and then one or two Medusa or Harpy Witches casting him a look of admiration, and Genna stood generously in the middle of the arena to receive cheers from all sides.

It wasn't until a judge cautiously came up to remind him that the next game was about to start, and he reluctantly left.

"I never imagined that the dungeon's residents would be so welcoming. ”

It had been more than ten days since he arrived in Nigon, and this was the first time that the black shadow had taken the initiative to speak, and even Alama was slightly stunned when he heard it, but then he burst out laughing.

"Those bastards in the Western Continent always think that they are superior to others, and belittle our great cause of witchcraft as worthless, in fact we are the pioneers in the pursuit of truth, to be honest, I think that in terms of morality and dedication to knowledge, only necromancers can compare to us, but it's a pity that the bastards of Bracada blocked the exit of the underground world, otherwise we would join forces with necromancers and let those fools on the continent know what the real magic is. ”

"I think the necromancers must think so too. ”

The conversation didn't go any further, as an Harpy Witch hovered and landed on Alama's VIP seat, informing him that a new match was about to begin.

"Then I'll go down friend, please tell me you're ready to cheer for me. ”

Alama looked back at the dark shadow, but was surprised to find that his vision had completely penetrated from that place, but the joy of receiving the last Black Dragon Medal quickly diluted his doubts.

"Yes, I'm ready. ”

The black mist shook and twisted into a sincere gesture of emotion that could be felt, but nothing could be touched.

"Strange guy, but I like you, hahahahaha!"

Alama leaped into the midst of a series of laughter, and a great shadow stretched out from the shadow beneath his feet, and then turned into a terrifying monster that roared and carried him towards the center of the arena.

The new competition is also full of friendly and harmonious competitive atmosphere, and as before, when the contestants release their new pets, they need to explain to the judges how they were bred and what kind of abilities they have.

It was impossible to fight or anything, otherwise Alama's huge monster beast would have been able to tear the trembling little things under him to shreds with just its fingernails.

They include cavemen with eight eyes on their heads, Medusa with griffin wings, mummies with slingshots, talking boars, and minotaurs that transform into werewolves.

Of course, compared to the behemoth that Alama brought, all the creatures were reduced to supporting characters at the moment.

At least, that's what he himself thinks.

The referee was still Lord Harret, who was noble, great, with scales all over his body radiating a jewel-like light.

It's just that the constant spurting of white air and snoring from the adult's huge nostrils at this time indicates that he is in the middle of a small intermission.

It could be a few minutes, or maybe a few months, and time obviously didn't mean anything to the black dragon who often forgot the number of gold coins he had over a long period of time.

"Forehead ......"

The sorcerer who served as the judge stood stupidly in front of Harret.

If he doesn't want to die, keeping silent is the right thing to do.

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