readx;? Polgar's psychological defense line that had just been established collapsed at this moment, looking at Shuya, who was standing opposite him, carrying a long sword, and the black robe on his body was not even damaged at all, and Mineva, who was carrying a crimson war scythe, arms folded on his shoulders, tilted his head, and his eyes were slight. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Of course, there are also the two losers who smashed on the sand behind them, their injuries are different, but they are quite miserable, it seems that the situation that the mentors are most worried about has happened, and the slightest advantage that the four of them have won with great difficulty have disappeared after the defeat of the two strongest seniors, and even fell into a disadvantage again.

The black round ball, which is the killer weapon specially prepared by the "Holy White Stone Magic Group" to deal with the Masanos School of Magic, is an extremely obscure one, originally as high as 8 rings, but hundreds of years ago, it was forcibly modified by a talented arcanist of the White Stone Society to only 4 rings, but the effect is outstanding, a single confinement spell, "War Shackles", a spell that is quite unpopular.

Truth be told, very few mages choose to record it, and the reason for this is that the properties of this spell are strange and cruel.

The 4-ring shackles of war are not as domineering as the original version of the 8-rings, but the principle of operation is the same, once it has selected an opponent, it will use the elemental energy present in the surrounding environment to build a miniature half-dimensional "Colosseum" with a very short period of existence, and both the user and the recipient will enter it and engage in brutal fighting, until one side has fallen, and the closed Colosseum will not open again.

So what those black balls of light are in mid-air, everyone must have understood.

Shiraishi will play a good calculation, carefully studied the information of each player in the Masanos Academy of Magic before the game, analyzed their weaknesses, and even assigned the opponent to be chosen by each person in detail, and the strategy it uses is also quite similar to the "Tian Ji Horse Race", which is very targeted to treat each opponent, and strive to maintain the highest winning rate of each individual game.

Typical mage thinking, trying to pave the way for the final big victory with successive small successes.

But the slight difference is that in terms of the way Shua and Mineva deal with it, the White Stone Society magic team has never been able to find a suitable method, because the absolute strength of these two guys is too strong in the low-level mage rank, so strong that no matter what way is used, it is difficult to defeat them.

Therefore, the Shiraishi Society used a compromise approach, and the players sent to fight against Mineva and Shuya were both "turtle stream" players who were extremely resilient and good at illusion or defensive spells.

This plan originally went very smoothly, the first "out of the shell" Polgar successfully solved the substitute player Muller, Jon, who is good at violent melee attacks, took a little time, and also solved Peggy, and when the two converged, they happened to meet the Adolf brothers who solved the opponent, with the advantage of time, the two of them solved the dodging Adolf in the first time, but the counterattack of Adolf Jr. also made Jon unable to fight again.

That's all well and good, but now, when "Turtle Stream" also suffers Waterloo, Polgar has to face a very awkward problem, and he now needs to play one-on-two, at least until his next partner has solved the opponent before he can get support.

Then the question arises, whether it is Shua or Mineva, will they leave enough time for Polgar?

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"It's hot!

Sitting on the top of the galloping carriage, he tried to control the direction of the carriage, but he was horrified to find that his once strong and powerful arms were now as soft as noodles, and he could barely hold the reins of the galloping horse with all his might.

What's even worse is that after Bergrani suddenly woke up from a deep sleep, his body was like a raging flame, the kind of blazing continuous baking his body, his blood, and even his soul, the scene in front of him was like a distorted hell, and like the air distorted by the scorching heat of the fire, he couldn't even see the road in front of him clearly, but subconsciously wanted to go to a place with enough water.

In the deepest part of his eyes, the starry red glow was like a fire about to burn the prairie and occupy the soul and body of the young man who was still fighting inch by inch.

The young man's arms and cheeks were bruised, and the edges were full of purple-black bruises, which was a manifestation of the violent toxin breaking through his immune system, and in the bursting green tendons, the crimson ash light was flowing, in the gradually fading sky and alleys, under the gallop of the horses, the red light surging on the body, even brought out a substantial streamer, as if his internal organs were burning under the skin, and his hair stood up under the heat from the inside out, and at the end of the hair, there was even a faint burnt paste。

The moment he raised his hands with all his might and put them in front of him, his frightened screams rang out far and wide.

"Ah!!h

When had Belgranny, who was just an ordinary civilian before, seen such a strange thing, the horror rumors in the lower city had already made him scared, not to mention that when this kind of thing that only existed in horror legends happened to him, the indescribable panic occupied his heart in an instant, and he hurriedly fastened the torn blanket used to cover his legs in the cold weather on the top of his head, and his originally soft arms also had enough strength under this fear.

He hurriedly grabbed the reins of the horse, shook it vigorously, and whispered,

"Run, Jules, Magant, run!"

The two horses seemed to understand their master's anxiety, and they began to speed up, and without a whip, they galloped faster and faster, in the inconspicuous dark alleys of Fort Whitestone, and fortunately Bergranny himself was a child who had grown up in the lower part of Fort Whitestone, otherwise he would not have known the secrets of the city's streets.

"Docklands!

The heat in his body became more and more unbearable, and the young coachman was even more horrified to find that dense black scales had grown on his arms, and the nails on his ten fingers were getting longer and sharper, looking like the claws of some kind of beast, he shook his head frantically, trying to make himself more sober, but there was a voice whispering in his heart,

"Don't resist, come on, embrace this power! Accept it so that there will be no more pain!

"No, I don't!" (To be continued.) )