I became the master of the alien world

Chapter 163 Preparation before the game

"Black thorn emblem?" Lancelot asked after hearing this. He remembered that Boru seemed to have such a emblem on his chest.

"As a native gladiator of Blackthorn, you don't know the Blackthorn crest?" Rilla asked in a surprised tone, but the expression on the boy's face didn't seem like he was joking.

Lancelot seemed to be irritated by the night elf's words, and he brought the tip of the spear closer: "Tell me quickly, or you won't survive!"

"I guess you're new here. If you kill me, you won't know the answer." Ruila saw the anxiety in the other person's eyes and deliberately said in a teasing tone: "Put down the gun first, and I'll tell you later.

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Lancelot took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in his heart, and inserted the spear in his hand into the ground.

There were still loud curses in my ears, and the audience on the stage had begun to throw things into the arena.

The VIPs under the blue tent had no intention of stopping it, but quietly watched the action on the field, as if they were watching a good show.

Ruila twisted her stiff neck and simply sat down on the ground.

"Lancelot, let's sit down and talk slowly."

Lancelot sighed helplessly and sat down as well, now it was like he was begging the night elf.

"Rilla, my patience is limited."

"Okay, I won't kid you anymore. The Black Thorn Emblem is one of the rewards for winning the Black Thorn Competition. Its biggest function is to greatly increase combat effectiveness."

Lancelot held his chin with his left hand: "Be more specific."

"In short, the Black Thorn Emblem can make the person wearing it display amazing combat power within a certain period of time. However, when the owner wearing it is a magician, it will have no effect."

"You mean the black thorn emblem can only improve physical fitness, but cannot improve magic power, right?" Lancelot asked, and at this time he probably understood what was going on.

The night elf smiled and nodded, his eyes never leaving the boy's long silver hair.

"I guess this is why magicians are not allowed to participate in the Black Thorn Competition, and the use of magic is also prohibited."

Ruila raised her eyebrows, curled her mouth into a crescent moon and said, "I can't tell, you are quite smart."

"In other words, those of you who have traveled thousands of miles to participate in the competition at Black Thorn are all doing it for the so-called Black Thorn Emblem."

"Yes, if I get it, I can kill the night elves living on the other side of the forest." Rilla said viciously, then showed a helpless expression, spread her hands and said, "Of course, none of this is possible now.

Maybe it happened, but I underestimated your strength."

"Yes." Lancelot nodded pretending to be serious, pretending that what happened when he ran away in embarrassment just now didn't happen.

Ruila smiled when she saw Lancelot's serious look. She found that she began to fall in love with this handsome man.

"By the way, Lancelot, how did you deflect my dagger?" Rilla raised her own doubts, she still couldn't figure it out.

"This is a secret." Lancelot smiled mysteriously and refused to answer the other party's question.

"Forget it, now that I've given you the answer you want, I just need to go to the judges and announce that I'm giving up the competition, and everything will be over." The night elf said, stood up, patted the dust on his butt, and hit the boy.

Say hello.

"Okay, okay." Lancelot stood there, looking at the back of the night elf walking towards the blue tent step by step, and let out a long sigh of relief.

In the first game of the final, he won the match inexplicably. Lancelot looked up at the high sun, and the dazzling sunlight stung his eyes.

"The winner of this game is Lancelot from the Blackthorn Arena!"

Gloria's seductive voice sounded again, but no audience applauded. They still yelled and cursed, unanimously thinking that this was the shittiest duel they had ever seen.

After Lancelot heard Gloria announcing the result of the game, he pulled out the spear on the ground, turned and walked to the center of the arena, and picked up the armor and helmet that had been thrown on the ground.

The gladiator held the battle gun in one hand and the armor in the other, put the helmet on his head, and walked quickly towards the exit of the Blackthorn Arena.

Lancelot began to think about what Rilla said, and at the same time marveled at his good luck, actually perfectly avoiding all the attacks of the night elves.

"It seems that the lucky talent has finally come in handy." Lancelot murmured to himself.

Ever since Lancelot crashed on the subway and traveled to the continent of Cordia, bad luck has happened one after another. Even though he got the talent from the witch, it didn't play its intended role at all.

He almost died in the Frost Forest, and was unable to learn black magic due to his bloodline. He was taken to the Sabian continent by Bolu and became a slave under the Blackthorn Arena.

Lancelot had already entered the dark tunnel at this time, and he decided to go directly back to the castle on the mountain to have a good sleep.

The tunnel exuding a cold atmosphere was completely different from the outside temperature. Lancelot even felt the slightest chill and chanted the space magic spell: "er!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the heavy armor and spear were thrown into the space crack by Lancelot.

Now that we have left the Blackthorn Arena, there is no restriction on the use of magic. Compared to fighting with guns, Lancelot still prefers to use magic to fight.

Lancelot's steps were very slow. At this moment, recalling the question that the night elf asked him, a sly smile suddenly appeared on his face.

The reason why the boy was able to deflect Rilla's fatal blow was not because he had a body of steel, but because he made reasonable use of loopholes in the rules.

According to the rules of the Blackthorn Arena, contestants are prohibited from using magic during the competition. Violators will be severely punished and disqualified from the competition.

Lancelot once confirmed this rule with Harvey, who made it very clear that no magic could be used in the arena, even lighting spells that would not cause any harm.

But for Lancelot, who had been studying magic for a month, he undoubtedly felt very unwilling to do so. He had to put his efforts to use.

The rules only say that it cannot be used during the game, but they do not say that it cannot be used before playing!

Lancelot was immediately inspired, and he figured out how to use magic to enhance his advantage without violating the rules.

Take this morning's final as an example. The first thing Lancelot did after getting up in the morning was not to go to the well to wash up, but to sit on the bed and chant various auxiliary magics.

There are more than ten kinds of elementary magic such as acceleration, spirit clearing, powerful force, poison resistance, etc., which also includes an intermediate magic - escape from death.

(End of chapter)