The battle continued, but compared to the previous moment, the battle situation had weakened considerably, and it would take a long time for one or two spells to be cast.

After all, the contestants of the two academies are only intermediate mages, and their mental power level is not too strong, and they disregard the use of magic equipment and magic scrolls at the beginning of the war, which is even more huge for the consumption of spiritual power.

At this moment, the Slavs were extremely angry.

Such a perfect ambush failed to kill the other party in one fell swoop, and as a result, not only was Betern "killed" and retired from the game, but even his own arm was hit by a corrosive magic, which was full of blood blisters and constant piercing pain.

The only one who didn't suffer much damage was Zorvira, but the girl had long since exhausted her mental strength, and it was difficult to cast any magic at all.

"Captain, we ...... We...... What now?" Zovira asked with tears in her voice behind a large tree.

Holding back the pain in his arm, the Slav screamed: "It's all my fault......! There's no chance anymore!"

Hearing him say this, Zovira could no longer control her tears, and began to sobb lowly.

"Don't cry! Even if we fail, we must stand and leave! Don't forget, the headmaster is watching us! We must not disgrace the Academy!"

"Good!" the girl looked up and wiped away her tears. Looking at the blood blisters on Slav's arm, she desperately squeezed out the last of her mental strength, wanting to give him a simple treatment.

Unexpectedly, Slav moved his arm out of the other party's time, gritted his teeth and said: "Save your mental power!"

"Huh?" Zovela looked puzzled.

Slav said coldly: "Those guys may attack at any time, leave their mental strength, and fight them to the end! Even if they are withdrawn from the game, they must not be allowed to have a good time! They must not be left with anything!"

As soon as his words fell, a scream suddenly came from not far away, which was particularly clear in the quiet forest.

The Slavs could not hear who the owner of this voice was, but judged by the location and distance. It was probably one of them, Kylesona, and it made his heart beat wildly.

Although the ambush just now was unsuccessful, one enemy was eliminated and one was wounded. And now, although it is not known what happened, there must be another enemy who has been dealt with or wounded.

"Why?" Slav was puzzled, but soon he thought of the most likely possibility, "There must be another academy coming, hahaha! Kelsena, your time of death has come!"

Zovien was a little less impressive among the talent-filled contestants. However, being able to participate in the competition is also the best of the Blake Forest School of Magic, both in terms of intelligence and heart.

So she quickly thought of this possibility, and said eagerly: "Captain! Those guys are in trouble, let's evacuate quickly!"

"No! there is no point in doing so, and procrastination will only increase our pain and worry Betella. Slav shook his head firmly.

"......" The girl was speechless, "Then we ......"

"I'm going to go over and see Kelsena kicked out of the game!at least before me!" he said. Slav had already propped himself up with one hand, climbed to the edge of the tree, and looked not far away where the screams had come from.

This time, he was surprised to find out. It turned out that I don't know when, a large area of raging flames has been burning, it looks quite spectacular, and more screams can be faintly heard.

"It's ......," Slav could feel. The flame was definitely not an ordinary flame, but some kind of powerful magical flame.

And in the midst of such terrible flames, not to mention those enemies who are the same as themselves. Even if they are in good condition, they will not be spared!

The only regret is that he couldn't witness the fall of Kelsena with his own eyes.

Looking at the terrifying flames, Slav muttered to himself, "What kind of academy can cast such a powerful fire magic...... Is this the gap?"

At this time, a figure emerged from the flames.

Affected by the firelight, Slav could not see the person's face clearly, and could only confirm that the other party was wearing the ordinary magic robes issued by Lordaeron.

And he came from the flames, but his body did not receive any effect, but the incandescent flame burned on his right hand, and the temperature was extremely high at a glance.

For a moment, the Slavs fell into a state of distraction. He even doubted that he had seen the Lord of Flames.

But soon, the flaming hand reminded him of something that had happened not so long ago.

"[Arson Gloves]! That's [Arson Gloves]!"

In an instant, Slav had already guessed who the figure was.

It must have been a meeting in the morning, Lightenion School of Magic, and Leo had a very good impression!

Sure enough, when the figure quickly approached, a handsome face gradually became clear, and it was Leo.

Slav may be reckless, and he may easily trust others, but he is definitely not a fool, so when he saw Leo appear, he already understood what was going on.

Both myself and Kelsena have been designed, and it's a perfect design!

It's just that he doesn't understand one thing, how could someone like Kelsena be designed by Leo to take the initiative to attack?

Unless...... Kylesinna had long planned to attack herself, and Leo just took advantage of the situation, watched the fire from the other side, and finally reaped the profits.

Facing Leo, Slav knew he didn't have any chances, which made him relax instead.

Behind him, Zovira covered her mouth, her face full of disbelief. Although the girl was not like Slavic, she never thought that the person behind everything was actually the handsome boy in front of her.

"Awesome, awesome!"

Slav struggled to change from a crawling posture to sit on the ground, facing Leo who was getting closer and closer, he said in a loud voice: "Surely you are not from some Lightnion School of Magic, so that I can fulfill my last wish before leaving, tell me where you are from?"

Faced with Slavic relief, Leo was slightly surprised. Because in his speculation, the Slavs may be angry because of the tricks, or they may be depressed because they have lost hope, but they should never be so calm.

Does he still have any hole cards?

Leo took a closer look at the other party, and quickly gave up on the idea. There are only two people left in the whole team, and they are injured, if there are hole cards, I am afraid they will have been used long ago, and it is absolutely impossible to wait until this time. (To be continued.) )