Beast Summoner

The four hundred and thirtieth chapter of the outbreak of Moore

The last student of Morrowind Academy is a black iron warrior, and the last student of Twilight Academy is a black iron warrior of the wolf tribe.

The wolves are a relatively large race in the Twilight Federation, and they can be found in almost all non-same race troops in the Twilight Federation.

Wolf warriors have good endurance, fast reaction speed, large numbers, and powerful attack power. They are a group that emphasizes both agility and attack.

Ao is an excellent strategist in the wolf clan. Although the captain this time is not Ao, he is the brains of the entire team. If the captain of the Muye Academy team had not intervened forcefully because of his identity, the result would not have been like this.

situation.

"Claire, do you think we can win?" The captain of the Muye Academy team, a golden-haired lion tribe member, looked at the embarrassed man in front of him with twinkling eyes.

"Your Highness Ryan, now we have no choice but to trust Moore unconditionally. Fortunately, the opponent is also a black iron warrior. We orcs will have certain advantages over warriors of the same level." Claire said firmly.

"I'm sorry, Claire, this is all my fault! If I hadn't gone my own way and followed your arrangements, we wouldn't have ended up in this situation." Ryan lowered his head. Although his tone was full of apology, his eyes were hidden.

There was a cold light shining in it.

"Your Highness, you are also trying to win the final victory. You are not wrong. Your method is actually feasible, but there is a deviation in the order in which I arrange people to play, otherwise it would not be like this. Your Highness, don't worry,

After I return, I will take the initiative to request punishment from His Majesty." Claire lowered her head quickly and said in fear.

"Claire, don't worry, I'm not a person without responsibility. If Moore really fails, I will ask my father to punish me. I will take full responsibility for what I have done." Ryan raised his head and looked at Mu

The direction of the Night Federation.

"Don't worry, Your Highness, I will win the final victory even if I die!" Moore knelt down on one knee, lowered his head, and said firmly.

Mohr and Lane grew up together. Mohr was very considerate to Lane, and Lane often greeted Mohr and occasionally gave him small gifts. In the eyes of outsiders, the relationship between the two was nothing like that.

Someone who is closer than a real brother.

"Moll, don't talk nonsense, you must come back alive! You still have to fight with me! Winning or losing is not important, you are my right-hand man, I can't live without your help!" Ryan helped Moore up.

, patted him on the shoulder, his voice full of sincerity.

"Your Highness, I will definitely win this victory. For the honor of the college, for the glory of the Muye Federation. The Muye Federation will win! Aww!" Moore clenched his right fist, raised it high, and roared loudly.

Feeling Moore's determination and persistence, all the members of Muye College shouted loudly: "Muye Federation will win!"

The members of the wolf tribe in Twilight College and the audience were infected by Moore, and they all raised their heads and shouted loudly: "Aaaaah."

After Moore finished howling, he strode towards the ring, each step taken with unusual calmness and determination, and his eyes became more solemn and bloodthirsty.

Ryan didn't look at Moll, but looked at the Morrowind Academy contestants and Moll's opponents who were about to enter the ring.

The last contestant of Morrowind Academy was already standing on the ring holding a spear, and Ryan was already standing on the other side of the ring.

The pressure on the two people's hearts at this moment is extremely high. This can almost be regarded as a life and death battle.

If the spear player wins, Morrowind Academy will advance directly. Others don't know the situation of their team, but he himself still knows it very well.

Now the most powerful captain Lai Kun has almost no ability to fight anymore, and everyone else has almost no energy to continue participating in the battle. Counting himself, there are only seven people who can play in the Morrowind Academy team competition.

, this has to include the previous level four magician of the metal system who has consumed most of it.

The spear warrior knew very well that there were no silver warriors and magicians on the Muye Academy side yet. It wasn't that they didn't have any, but that they were conserving their strength. Their side had already used all their masters. If they couldn't win this round, the team would lose.

The battle is almost certain to be lost.

Moir from Twilight Academy was even more unable to remain calm at this moment. He had already failed four consecutive individual competitions. If he failed again, they would not even be qualified to participate in the team competition. This was obviously unbearable and unacceptable.

All the pressure is concentrated on two students who are not very strong and have never been taken seriously by others. Not everyone can be the leader, especially at this moment where honor is a matter of life and death.

Moll kept hammering his chest and roaring to cheer himself up. This was the first time he had experienced this feeling of being noticed. Although he was very nervous inside, he was even more excited, and his black eyes were beginning to look a little...

Slightly red.

He was on the verge of death and had no choice but to take action. He had already made a commitment to win this game even if he died. He had no way out. Little by little, the tension turned into a kind of spurring motivation. He felt that his body was slowly slowing down.

increasing strength.

The Lancer tried to calm down his nervous heart, and his body was trembling slightly due to the tension. He had never experienced such a scene, especially in this stressful situation, and he was still shouldering the fate of Morrowind Academy.

The referee saw that the contestants on both sides were a little nervous and were trying to adapt, so they were not in a hurry to announce the start of the game.

"Ah! Come on! I want you guys from Morrowind College to see the true strength of our Muye College. You don't have any chance!" Moore roared, and the black fighting spirit surged out from his body, and the black fighting spirit surged out.

The edge glowed faintly with red light.

"Hmph! You overestimate your capabilities!" The spear warrior put his spear in a fighting posture, and the black fighting spirit surged from his body.

If we just look at the level of fighting spirit between the two, they are equally matched. Who can win the final victory depends on one's on-the-spot performance, and the other depends on which one's skills are higher and which is lower.

Seeing that both of them did not follow the rules and only release their fighting spirit when he said the game was about to start, the referee frowned and felt a little dissatisfied. However, he could understand in his heart that they were just two contestants who ended up changing history.

As an important person, it is forgivable to be a little nervous and crazy.

This time the referee did not read out the rules of the game nonsense, but directly announced the start of the game and then stepped aside.

Hearing the referee announce the start of the game, the Lancer and Morr rushed towards each other at the same time.

Moore's weapon is similar to a finger tiger, except that his weapon is set on his arm, with three sharp spikes protruding from the front end, like the nails of a wolf. At first glance, it is a sharp weapon for disembowelling.

The spear warrior obviously did not adjust his condition well, and the attack plan of the spear was jerky and inconsistent. On the other hand, Moore became more brave as he fought, his body seemed to become stronger, and the power and speed of his attacks also increased slightly.

Moore's eyes became redder and redder, and he became more and more excited. He even gave up his defense and launched an all-out attack.

He would not choose to dodge some attacks that could not cause much harm to him and were just flesh wounds. The wounds did not affect his performance, but the strong smell of blood aroused his ferocity, making his attacks more aggressive.

Sharper, faster and more agile.

Maul was getting more and more crazy, and he was already performing beyond his level. On the other hand, the spear warriors were at a loss, not to mention attacking, and they couldn't even defend at their best.

The spear warrior's clothes had turned into strips of cloth, and there were many scratches on his body, and there was even a scar deep enough to show the bone under his ribs.

The audience was watching with bated breath. Although they shouted for Potian to go away and their voices could not be heard on the ring, no one shouted and stared at the ring without blinking.

Everyone at Morrowind Academy, both teachers and students, clenched their fists nervously. Their plan from the beginning was to complete the victory in one battle, so they sent the strongest team members.

It has to be said that everyone at Morrowind Academy is indeed very lucky. In order to preserve his strength, the captain of Twilight Academy, Ryan, did not send the strongest team members, and the students from Morrowind Academy also had a certain advantage in the order of appearance.

Won four games in a row.

The spear warrior ranks among the top three among the participating student warriors this time, not because of his strong fighting spirit, but because of his one-move skills.

I don't know if the spear warrior was stimulated by the pain in his body, or he began to adapt to the game. Although Moore's attacks were like a violent storm, the spear warrior could occasionally seize the gaps to launch some attacks while defending.

The spear warrior now knew very well that since he had lost the opportunity, he had to fight steadily. Attacking was always more expensive than defense. The two people's fighting spirit was about the same. If this continued, he believed that he would persevere.

at last.

Seeing that the Lancer returned to normal, the people of Morrowind College were somewhat relieved. However, now is not the time to celebrate. The Lancer was already seriously injured, and Maul of Dusk Academy only had some superficial injuries.

That's all.

Since the spear warrior has returned to normal, the previous one-sided trend has become more solid. The battle between the two people has become more and more suspenseful. It is unknown who will win and who loses. The spear warrior is still at a disadvantage, but only

In terms of momentum and situation, not the battle itself.

Li Zhenbang stared at the two people on the field and frowned. He had already seen Moir's changes. If the current situation continues, Moir will definitely win...

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