Warhammer Wizard

In the Phoenix Arena, Ren was suspended in mid-air.

He replaced the Titan Power Armor with Mithril Light Armor, revealing his face, his expression still calm and determined, holding the Hammer of Thunder and Lightning in his hand, the head of the hammer throbbed, and the blood-red cloak unfolded behind him, making a sound of hunting. Chu Chuan

His invincible demeanor made him seem to be shrouded in an indescribable light.

People were all fascinated.

This epic heroic scene is imprinted in my mind, and I am afraid I will never forget it for the rest of my life.

"Wow..."

"Speaker Ren, invincible under the Holy Spirit!"

After a few seconds of silence, the entire arena was boiling. Tens of thousands of spectators were so excited that they couldn't help shouting loudly, cheering for the young hero of the empire.

On the high platform of the ten towers, even the legends of the major floating cities and academies are in awe of Ren's strength.

Although Ren was known to be invincible under the Holy Spirit before that, most legendary wizards scoffed. Mark is indeed the pinnacle of the nineteenth-level legend, but he is just a Julu warrior. What qualifications does he have to compare with a wizard?

It is a joke to say that the Holy Spirit is invincible after defeating a Mark.

Until now, Renn has defeated three powerful Nether elders in a row, proving his strength and earning that title, and no one doubts it anymore.

Everything that happened today will surely spread throughout the empire and go down in history!

"Rain Augustus!"

"Rain Augustus!"

"Rain Augustus!"

Gradually, the audience shouted out Ren's full name neatly, which resounded through the sky, and spread beyond the arena and the academy. It could even be heard in the city of Bluwarts, which was several miles away, surprising hundreds of thousands of citizens.

Ren stopped in midair and spread his hands, with a faint smile on his face, triggering even more enthusiastic shouts.

He enjoyed the much-anticipated moment of glory.

In the pit on the ground, Elder Halava woke up with severe pain in his head. He heard countless people shouting Ren's name, and his vision was a little blurry.

When his vision recovered, he looked up and saw Ren in the sky.

It was noon at this time, and the sunlight of early autumn was still very strong. Renn in mid-air just blocked the sun, and the light behind him set off him extremely tall. The sound made him a little ecstatic.

"I'm not dead..."

Harawa's headache eased a little and said to himself, "He's showing mercy."

After the fight just now, he knew very well how terrifying Renn's power was. Even if he had a body of steel, pulsation of the earth, and various means of protection, his head would not be able to withstand Ren's legendary strength.

If Ren made a full shot, his head would have been hammered.

Even if he was prepared to sacrifice in advance, Harawa felt a burst of joy in his heart that no one wanted to die, and the longer they lived, the more they would cherish their lives.

He has lived for more than seven hundred years, and he knows how precious life is. Who doesn't want to live longer?

life……

Harawa whispered to himself, a flash of light flashed in his mind, and his eyes showed a bit of stunnedness, as if everything could be explained.

"I see."

His mind moved slightly, and the demon souls of the Beastmaster Goron and the Deer Head Spirit were possessed, the arterial movement took effect, and the power of the earth on the back flowed into the body continuously, inspiring the deer head spirit's eighth-level self-healing, the head and right leg. The trauma healed quickly, and the severe injury returned to its original state in seconds.

Halava slowly stood up from the pit, put away the black giant sword that fell not far away, and flew to Renne.

The audience's shouts fell.

"Thank you." Before the noise had completely subsided, Halava raised his hand to pretend to wipe the blood off his head, covered his mouth with a wide cuff, and quickly whispered: "I'll go back to Netzer to investigate secretly, and wait for my news. , you don't have to be provocative."

After speaking, he directly teleported back to the western tower, comforted the depressed but happy Nether wizard, and sat down into silence.

The audience couldn't understand why Elder Halawa didn't even have a scene to say a word?

Everyone looked at Ren eagerly, expecting him to continue to challenge, but there was an elder Nether on the west tower.

Elder Ksnyder suddenly became the focus of the audience.

Although he has lived for hundreds of years, his strength is strong, his fame and status are very high in Floating Void City, and he has seen too many storms in his life, but being stared at by tens of thousands of people, Ren also cast his eyes on him, making his scalp numb. , my heart shuddered.

He is a nineteenth-level wizard. He has not yet reached the peak, and his strength is far inferior to Elder Halava, similar to Kuitu and Inora.

Moreover, he is also an ice elementalist, good at high-level powerful spells and control, and is completely restrained by Ren.

If you play, there will be a dead end.

But if you don't respond to Ren's challenge, your life will be ruined.

The other three elders have all played, and he is the only one who retreats and fights.

Just as Ksnyder struggled, Ren suddenly flew out of the infield and returned to the eastern tower.

He did not challenge again!

"what?"

"Why don't you continue? There's another elder in Nether!"

Tens of thousands of spectators were full of disappointment, whispering and discussing with their friends in their seats. No one wanted this once-in-a-century drama to come to an end. Some even shouted loudly, hoping that Rennes would challenge again.

Only Ksnyder was ecstatic in his heart, secretly relieved, but did not dare to show it.

"Nise, it's all trash!"

Suddenly, a harsh shout came from the auditorium below, making the faces of Ksnyder and Nether wizards froze.

"Nise, it's all trash..."

I don't know who led the way, and some daring spectators also started booing. At first, it was just sporadically mixed in the noise. Gradually, more and more people followed, and they became more and more tidy. The effect finally suppressed all the sounds.

In the end, tens of thousands of viewers were shouting in unison: "Nise, it's all trash!"

The Nether wizards blushed and couldn't even lift their heads.

"Damn! These people think they are all Ren* Augustus?" Ksnyder's face was ashen, and he immediately wanted to take action. He picked out the guys who took the lead and killed them directly, but found that tens of thousands of people were yelling. , I have no idea who is making trouble.

He looked at the other two elders.

Inora has just been resurrected, and has yet to get rid of the shadow of death, and she is a little absent-minded.

Elder Halawa was silent again, as if he did not hear these insults.

"What should I do?" asked a legendary junior wizard who was leading the team. He was so anxious and angry that he was scolded to the point of jumping.

Nether wizards all looked at Elder Ksnyder. Obviously, everyone had the idea to challenge him, but they dared not say it, because this was equivalent to asking the elder to die.

Ksnyder hesitated, but in the end he didn't have the courage to say that.

"Alas..." some Nether wizards sighed in a low voice.

squat. "quiet!"

A gentle yet majestic voice resounded in everyone's ears, echoed in the arena, and overwhelmed the neat scolding.

The image in the sky also switched to the northern tower, showing the figures of the teachers and students of Bluwarts College.

Standing at the front is Dean Sabra.

His expression was very serious, and he continued: "Everyone, please give due respect to Nether Floating City and Master Ogulevi. The magic duel is over, and no one may disturb the flow of this exchange competition. Now I announce... …”

Sabra was still speaking on the stage, and an extraordinary person below shouted: "Your Excellency President, respect is earned by one's own strength, not given by others..."

"That's it!"

"Let Speaker Ren and Elder Nether come on, we're going to watch the magic duel, it's much better than the game!"

"We're going to see a duel!"

Some excited audience members protested loudly, and some even incited the audience around them to shout together.

"To shut up!"

Sabra scolded, and a magical aura swept across the arena. Tens of thousands of spectators discovered that they had been hit by silence, and they tried their best to open their mouths but could not make any sound.

Those few protesting superhumans were swept away by the white light and disappeared instantly.

They were all forced to teleport out of the arena.

The restless auditorium immediately quieted down, and no one dared to offend Dean Sabra again. His slow eyes swept across the audience, and many of the audience who had performed too much just now felt like they were on their backs.

"This breath..."

Some legendary legends with keen perception were puzzled and noticed that Dean Sabra was different, and it seemed that his strength was not limited to the peak of legend.

On the tower to the southwest, Blackstaff suddenly opened his eyes, his dark eyes full of surprise.

His wife, Laila, is also watching the high platform where the Blue Academy is located.

"Sabra has been promoted?"

Hasstaff sent a magical message to his wife in his heart, and his tone was uncertain.

As one of several legendary peaks in the empire most likely to be promoted to the Holy Spirit, he is no stranger to Sabra, and can even be said to be relatively familiar. The two are the deans of the three major colleges of the empire, and they are both legendary peaks, and they have been secretly competing for hundreds of years.

Sabra is a shape-shifting wizard, and a shape-shifting wizard has never had a holy soul. This is a path that no one has explored before.

Therefore, Hestaff has always believed that he has a better chance of promotion, at least earlier than Sabra.

But now things seem to have changed.

"It should be a promotion, even if it hasn't, it's definitely not far away." Laila observed for a few seconds, couldn't help feeling a little envious, and responded in her heart: "The thirteenth Holy Soul Wizard will soon appear in the empire!"

She is also one of the legends who have the most hope of being promoted to the Holy Spirit in the empire. She has gone farther than her husband, and is the elect of the goddess.

Hasstaff let out a sigh, full of mixed emotions.

Among the legendary wizards in the stands of other towers, very few people noticed Sabra's abnormality, and their expressions became a little strange.

On the eastern tower, Speaker Ronnie withdrew his gaze from Dean Sabra, turned to Ren, and cast an inquiring look.

Ren nodded slightly to confirm.

Speaker Ronnie shuddered slightly, envy and admiration, and soon regained his calm and self-confidence.

Dean Sabra showed a little bit of strength, and immediately shocked everyone. Only then did he nodded with satisfaction and said loudly: "Now, the exchange competition officially begins. On the first day of the competition, the junior group drew No. 1. A group of signed wizards, please prepare to play, you have five minutes to prepare, if the timeout is not reached, it will be regarded as giving up."

As soon as the voice fell, the name of the wizard who was about to appear was listed on the video screen in the sky.

The rules of each exchange competition are roughly the same.

According to the strength of the participating wizards, they are divided into elementary group, middle-level group and high-level group. The primary group has the largest number of people, followed by the intermediate group, and the advanced group the least.

Each group is drawn, and the wizards and warlocks are randomly divided into eight groups.

Then the contestants in the group play each other in turn. The winner will get three points, the loser will get zero points, and each tie will get one point. After ten rounds of fighting, the eight players with the highest points will advance and enter the knockout round.

The knockout rounds will no longer be divided into groups, and the opponents will be randomly assigned again by drawing lots.

There are three games between the two opponents, the first to win two games is promoted to the next round, and the loser is eliminated until the final four and the champion of this group are determined.

Three champions were born in one exchange competition.

The first competition today is the junior group. Because the junior group has the largest number of people, there are more than 1,000 people signing up. Therefore, the first three days are the preliminary group competition, and some intermediate and high-level groups are interspersed during this period. Group, it will take about ten days before and after to enter the knockout round, and the game will also look good.

Following the order of Dean Sabra, criss-crossing light curtains fell on the arena, dividing the venue into nine pieces as a battle arena.

For the wizards and warlocks of the junior group, they don't need a lot of space, and a ring of 780 square meters is more than enough.

At the foot of the infield shield, open four entrances.

Thousands of junior wizards and warlocks came on stage, gathered under the ring where they were, and looked at each other's opponents.

A legendary wizard sits in each ring, serving as the referee while keeping it safe.

With the maintenance of the teachers and students of Bluewarts College and the holy swordsmen, the entire arena was in good order, and the young spellcasters quickly played against each other.

In the arena, you come and go with spells and spells, and you have a lot of fun.

The scene looked quite lively.

Some of the more exciting battles were projected into the sky, allowing the audience to see it more clearly.

However, having just watched three magical duels between legendary pinnacles, these spellcasters with only three levels at the highest level felt like child's play~www.wuxiaspot.com~. A beginner spellcaster can only master first- and second-level spells. After a long time of casting spells, only one ice spear or a hypnotism was thrown, which was a big disappointment.

There is no difference without comparison.

Thinking of the previous three battles, that scene, that momentum, that spell colliding, that force collided, the audience was immediately dull.

Many in the audience were absent-minded, yawning, and some even left the stage early.

The time of the legends is very precious, and the battle of these elementary spellcasters is inconspicuous at all. On the tower, except for the legend who led the team, everyone else left early after watching it for a while.

The four Nether elders teleported and disappeared one after another, leaving two legendary beginners to take care of them.

Seeing this, Renne got up and said hello to Speaker Ronnie, opened an arbitrary door and walked in. As soon as he left, more viewers couldn't sit still, and soon a large number of people left the stage. They were eager to go back and show off the legendary stories they witnessed today to their family and friends.