Beast Summoner

"Zhenbang, do you understand? What happened? How did that person find the night elf behind him?" Zhang Dayou saw Li Zhenbang's confident look and asked like a barrage of questions.

"They are footprints. Night elves can hide their figures, but they cannot truly hide their bodies." Before Li Zhenbang could speak, Lin Waner was the first to speak.

"Footprints?" Zhang Dayou was a little confused as to where the footprints came from on this flat arena.

"The fragments on the shield were evenly scattered around the soldier from Tiangang Academy. As long as someone stepped on them, they would naturally leave footprints. Unexpectedly, the soldier had already started to make arrangements at the beginning of the game. No wonder he

He has always been defending in place, even if he dodges, he has not moved too far." Sha Hanshan took over and explained.

Zhang Dayou looked carefully and saw some extremely shallow footprints. If Lin Waner hadn't reminded him, he wouldn't have noticed them.

"Poof!" The night elf spurted out a mouthful of black blood, spraying it directly on the shield.

The shield warrior's expression changed, because the poison contained in this mouthful of blood had already corroded the shield. If it were not blocked by the shield, this mouthful of blood would definitely spray on him, which would definitely be enough for him to drink a pot.

This shows how overbearing the poison on the night elf dagger is.

After spraying the blood, the night elf fell to the ground with a depressed expression and lost consciousness.

"In the second game, Tiangang Academy wins!" After the referee announced the results, a night elf who had been waiting on the side rushed to the stage, gave the unconscious night elf the antidote, and then carried him off. This night elf

It is obviously impossible for the elves to regain their combat effectiveness in a short time.

At the beginning of the third game, Tiangang Academy unexpectedly sent a seventh-level Templar, who was equivalent to the strength of a Silver Warrior. However, his luck was not very good. What he encountered was not a night elf at the level of a Black Iron Warrior, but a night elf at the level of a Black Iron Warrior.

A fourth-level dark magician.

Although the Silver Warrior is a seventh-level Templar with the blessing of light magic elements, he is not a light magician after all, so fighting is very difficult.

I don’t know if it’s because the seventh-level Templar Knight has bad luck or if he did it intentionally. After he consumed a lot of mental and magical power of the fourth-level dark magician, and when he was about to win, he was unexpectedly killed by the dark magician.

The magician fell off the ring.

If he was injured and struck with all his strength, he would most likely win. However, the seventh-level Templar did not choose this. Instead, he chose to use a broad heavy sword to block the oncoming magic, and was struck by the magic.

He flew up and fell directly off the edge of the ring.

According to the rules of the competition, if one party falls off the ring, regardless of whether that person is still able to continue fighting, it will be judged as a failure.

In the fourth game, Tiangang Academy sent a fourth-level light magician, while Dark Night Academy sent a night elf who was halfway to the silver warrior level.

If this fourth-level light magician swapped places with the silver warrior from the previous game, maybe both of them would still have a chance. Unfortunately, there are not so many ifs in the world, and the blame can only be blamed on the order of quotas arranged by Tiangang Academy.

There's a problem.

When a light magician faced an agility warrior in such a small space, he really didn't have much suspense. In the end, he just gave up with two symbolic blows. After all, most light magic is used

To assist and control, he is not good at attacking.

If a light magician and a dark magician meet, if they seize the opportunity to control each other and then attack each other off the ring, there is still a great hope of winning the final victory. Unfortunately, fate always plays tricks on people in this world, and God does not follow people's wishes.

In the fifth game, the Tiangang Academy sent a sixth-level Templar, and the Dark Night Academy sent a Black Iron Warrior. The two sides were about the same strength, except that the Tiangang Academy students used long spears, while the Night Elves still used

dagger.

You must know that silver warriors in their twenties are not just available, and Carlo Royal Academy only has one Murong Bing.

"Both sides are in position... get ready, bah!" After confirming the identities of both sides, the referee began the pre-match preparations. However, before he could even shout out, he was covered with white powder coming from the face, and his mouth was filled with

It's even full of powder.

"What on earth are you doing?" When the referee spoke, his words were not very clear, and white powder eventually sprayed out.

At first, the referee thought that the people from Tiangang Academy were using something like lime, and he was very angry. He really couldn't figure out how he had offended the student in front of him, and why he wanted to plot against him before the game started. But he soon understood

I'm sure, this white powder is just ordinary flour.

"This... misunderstanding, misunderstanding!" the sixth-level Templar said with an embarrassed look.

The reason why he used flour was because he learned from the experience of the Shield Warrior. When the Shield Warrior used it in battle, the scattered metal shards exposed the hidden night elves.

He wanted to use flour instead of metal shavings. After all, it was not easy to get metal shavings all over the place, and it also cost a shield. What's more, even if he was given a shield, he couldn't do it.

Like the shield warrior.

The Level 6 Templar was originally planning to wait until the referee said to start before using this move, but he didn't know that this referee actually didn't follow common sense and did not directly say "start" like other referees, but said a preparation.

"Hmph!" the referee snorted angrily, stamped his foot, and golden fighting energy surged out, blowing away all the flour on his body and on the ring, leaving no trace.

"I don't want to see anything unrelated to fighting appear in the ring again, no matter what happens next!" the referee warned, pointing at the sixth-level Templar knight.

If it weren't for the fact that the sixth-level Templar was a student of Tiangang Academy and a believer in the God of Light, the referee would have ejected him directly. An eighth-level Templar was actually killed by a sixth-level Templar in front of so many people.

A sneak attack by a super Templar knight made him lose face.

But this really cannot be blamed on him. Who would have thought that a sixth-level Templar participating in the competition would attack the referee of an eighth-level Templar in public. You know, in the Holy See, the following offenses will be punished.

This sixth-level Templar offended an eighth-level Templar and was not punished in the end. This alone was enough for him to brag about for the rest of his life.

Although flour could no longer be used, after the battle began, the sixth-level Templars still sprinkled a lot of caltrops on the surrounding ground.

Tribulus has a certain lethality, so it cannot be said that it has nothing to do with the game. In fact, the referee still hopes that Tiangang Academy will win. After all, they all belong to the Holy See. If they win, the Pope's face will be bright.

In the final analysis, referees are somewhat selfish.

The reason why the referee refused the sixth-level Templar Knight to use flour was partly because he lost face, and more importantly because this method was a bit clumsy, and the flour was too easily blown away. Even if he did not object,

I'm afraid it won't cause too much trouble to the night elves.

In this case, it is better to show an awe-inspiring look, which can not only show your own justice, but also reflect the selflessness of the Holy See.

The night elves disappeared as soon as they came up. The iron caltrops everywhere did not achieve the expected restriction effect. Not only did they not restrain the night elves after hiding, they even ended up becoming weapons that seriously injured the sixth-level Templar himself.

.

Looking at the sixth-level Templar Knight who was covered with iron caltrops, the referee had to declare the night elf the winner. Although the iron caltrops were not fatal, if you wanted to pull them all out and treat the injuries, even with the help of a light magician,

I'm afraid I won't be able to return to my best condition in a few hours...

"The final score of the individual competition between Dark Night Academy and Tiangang Academy was four to one, so the much-anticipated team competition will be held next. Both sides will have half an hour to rest. Please prepare during this period

The list for the team competition must not exceed seven students. After twenty minutes, I will remind everyone to submit the list to the podium." Bartlett announced loudly after the students from both sides left the stage.

Bartlett was very dissatisfied with the result of this game. If he had lost to Carlo Royal Academy four to one, he would have accepted it. However, the people from Tiangang Academy lost to the Dark Night Academy of Muye Federation four to one.

, lost to an uncivilized barbarian in their eyes, but Bartlett did not show any abnormality.

As one of the participating colleges of the Divine Blessing Alliance, Tiangang Academy was the first to play, but it turned out that it only won one game, which was really annoying. Fortunately, His Majesty the Pope was not here, otherwise he would have lost face.

No more left.

Bartlett was thinking in his mind whether the reason why His Majesty the Pope was not here to watch was because he was afraid of such a situation and losing face...

Half an hour passed quickly, and both parties handed in their lists on time at the 20-minute mark.

The Dark Night Academy sent four people who had never played before. The other three people who had played were the night elf in the first game, the night elf who had half a foot in the Silver Warrior in the fourth game, and the night elf in the fifth game.

That night elf is not particularly expensive.

The seven students sent by the Dark Night Academy this time are all warriors, and there is not a single dark magician. It seems that the Dark Night Academy is preparing to rely on its advantages of stealth and speed to win the game in one fell swoop.

If you send in a dark magician, you have to distract others from protecting them. Night elves are inherently suitable for stealth assassinations and are not good at protecting others.