I became the master of the alien world

Chapter 185 Anxiety

It was close to noon at this time, the sun above our heads became more and more fierce, and the situation in the arena was also anxious.

A ferocious smile appeared on the high elf's handsome face: "Next, it's your turn."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lancelot noticed that the figure of the high elf had disappeared instantly!

"Damn it, that guy is gone again." Pexi looked around in fear. Except for Lancelot and Kelvin, there was no trace of Bloom at all.

After saying this, Pexi glanced at Lancelot, then looked back at Kelvin. For a moment, he didn't know who to attack.

Of course, what frightens the three of them the most is the high elf who can hide his body anytime and anywhere, and the operation of fifteen arrows just now was enough to shock the entire audience.

Lancelot looked around hurriedly. He felt that the high elf was close at hand, but he could not find any trace of him.

【Yes, footprints!】

The boy suddenly thought of this, looked down at the situation on the ground, and found that apart from his own footprints, there was only a pair of unfamiliar footprints!

"ah!"

Lancelot roared and made a sweeping sweep towards the top of the footprints.

Not far away, Kelvin and Pesci were startled by the boy's sudden shout, and both looked at Lancelot with puzzled faces.

The two of them still have the blue and white fighting spirit burning in them, and they don't seem to have any intention of ending their cooperation.

"Huh?" Lancelot froze on the spot and was surprised to find that the spear he swung did not touch anything. Apparently the high elf had already left the position where he was just standing.

A thought suddenly flashed through the boy's mind: Since Bloom can also shoot arrows made of golden breath, he can naturally float in the air like the night elf Rilla!

"Damn, this high elf is such an old bastard."

Lancelot couldn't help but curse inwardly when he thought of this, and raised his head to look at the sky warily. The high elves hiding in the dark might attack him at any time.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Three golden arrows appeared in mid-air and flew toward the three people on the ground at extremely fast speeds!

At the moment when the arrow was shot, Lancelot saw the white figure of the high elf. The boy found that when Bloom attacked, it seemed that the effect of his talent could not be exerted normally.

As long as the high elves attack them, their position will be exposed.

However, Lancelot didn't have time to think about this at the moment. He had to find a way to dodge the arrows flying in front of him. There was only one chance to escape death. Unless it was absolutely necessary, he must not waste it on ordinary attacks.

Lancelot worked hard, mobilized the mental power in his body, and successfully slowed down the golden arrow that was two meters away from him, and then easily shot it down with a swipe of his spear.

"Cang!" The tip of the gun collided with the arrow, making a crisp sound.

Kelvin and Theon on the other side did not dodge. It was impossible for an attack of this magnitude to break the blue-white fighting spirit burning on their bodies. The two of them were secretly frightened when they saw the boy knocking down the speeding arrow. They had obviously underestimated Lancelot.

Special strength.

"What's going on?!"

The high elf in the sky blended into the surrounding environment, but his eyes became very surprised. It was expected that the knights and sailors combined with fighting spirit blocked the attack, but the ordinary black thorn gladiator actually also

Can easily deflect his own arrows!

Of course, Bloom didn't know that Lancelot had set himself more than a dozen buffs before the game started, and also had mental assistance.

"This guy, it's probably not that simple." Bloom murmured to himself, thinking about how to break the deadlock.

If you attack one of the three people on the ground with all your strength, you are likely to be attacked by the other two people. You have to find a way to get these three humans to fight on their own.

Lancelot holds the spear in both hands. Now he not only has to guard against Bloom in the air, but also Kelvin and Pace not far away. These two guys have combined their fighting spirit and their close combat capabilities are strong enough. Defeat the three-meter-tall troll.

The boy's mental power was very effective against lighter arrows, but it was less effective against big men like knights and sailors.

The arena only stipulates that magic cannot be used, and does not mention the term spiritual power.

Therefore, Lancelot has taken advantage of the loopholes in the rules, making him capable of fighting against these powerful opponents.

"Kelvin, what should we do next?"

"Don't worry. Now that we are working together, we can take care of each other and let the Black Thorn Gladiator fight the high elf." The knight said with a serious expression and lowered his voice.

The sailor grinned after hearing this: "Hey, let's just reap the benefits, right? No problem, I'm the best at this kind of thing."

Just like that, the three people on the ground remained motionless, and the high elf in the air did not appear again. The stalemate lasted for a full five minutes, and the scene seemed to be still.

The audience on the stage looked at each other, obviously very dissatisfied with this scene.

"Damn it, why don't you fight?"

"You are some cowards. If you are afraid of death, don't come to participate in the gladiatorial contest!"

"Get out!"

"Get out! Get out! Get out!"

More than 50,000 spectators repeated the same word in unison, and the curses that shook the audience reached the ears of every player, but still no one acted rashly.

Under the blue tent, the red-robed mage Harvey watched the action in the arena coldly. His eyes focused on Lancelot, and he could see that the boy was about to lose his strength.

At this time, the temperature had reached an astonishing thirty-nine degrees, and Lancelot was wearing heavy armor, and his whole body was already soaked with sweat. The boy seemed to be in a huge steamer, and was wrapped in an airtight layer. quilt.

Sailors and knights have fighting spirit protection, so the surrounding temperature has little effect on them, while high elves and night elves also have strong environmental affinity.

The cooling spell on Lancelot weakened the influence of the environment, but if he was exposed to the scorching sun for a long time, the effect of the magic was also greatly weakened.

"I didn't expect that these guys ranked at the bottom are already so strong and can actually knock down the trolls." Caesar, who was wearing a black robe, thought to himself. He calmly watched the movements of several players on the field. A slight smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, knowing very well that this calm would soon be broken.

"Hoo, hoo, hoo"

Lancelot gasped for air and stretched out his left hand to wipe the sweat from his face with his sleeve. He felt that his whole body was about to explode with heat.

At this moment, the boy really wanted to take off his clothes, or at least take off his helmet, but he knew that once he made such an action, he might be attacked by three people in the next second.

[Damn it, how long are we going to keep going like this? 】

Lancelot's whole body was extremely hot. If he hadn't been blessed with a cooling spell before the game, he would have blacked out and fainted.

(End of chapter)