Wizards of the North

The road of warriors in this world has come to an end. In the face of the reality that respects power, they can only become stepping stones for wizards. With the passage of time and the improvement of status, this trend has become more and more obvious.

Warriors suffer no less than wizards, and they also need to face various dangers, but they can only hover at the bottom level unwillingly. The reason is that the potential is limited.

Seeing the wizards around him step by step, and gradually leaving them behind, jealousy and envy are like a sharp needle buried in his heart, always stinging them.

Many soldiers whispered deep in their hearts from time to time-why?

War Witch, let the soldiers who heard the news shine. Although every warrior here knows that perhaps he will never have this chance in his life, his heart is suddenly clear. Because hope has risen in my heart, dissolving the sharp needle.

In the next few days, the soldiers suddenly became active. Every day before the sun rises, he starts to wander around the city, and he staggers back until late at night.

The dark tavern in the arena has suddenly become lively these days. Those alien warriors who were looking for clues have stayed here all day long.

The communication between soldiers has always been simple and direct. After a few glasses of wine, an old punch can solve many problems. They were lucky. One day, a wizard happened to drank a few cups here, explaining some magic techniques for the soldiers here.

Although he frowned when he looked at them, he didn't drive them away. They also learned a little bit of fur, such as fire, such as their own magic.

Only then did they know that the power they had been searching for had always been in themselves, and they just needed to ignite it.

At this time, they have repositioned their identities-apprentices.

Although most of the samurai and knights here are far from their opponents by strength alone, they know that the gap is rapidly closing.

They once despised the barrenness here, despised the fighters here, thinking that this was a group of unlucky people even more unfortunate than them. At least, the continent where they were born provides a more superior environment, making them stronger.

But here?

Now, they began to envy these lucky people.

In order to get more, they have always been generous. They know what the fighters need most, so they have no reservations about their skills.

This is an unfair exchange, at least in their eyes. Using Wei Mo's skills in exchange for a path of hope is that they have taken a big advantage.

Although it has been known that igniting one's own magic requires environmental stimulation here, and many methods will be useless as long as you leave here, but you can come back if you leave. Even if it is difficult for oneself to achieve success, at least one can prove a path for children and grandchildren.

...

They are lucky, that girl from the north, Dia, is here!

Anyone can see that this girl is resentful. She stood in the center of the arena without a word, waiting for others to challenge her.

The local knight looked at it from a distance, and no one wanted to get over. And outsiders like them, they know the rules here in the past few days.

If you want to challenge, just stand on the opposite side.

A group of people got together and murmured for a long time before pushing Feather Man Rachel out. Because he can fly, he can maintain an unbeatable and undefeated situation when he sees the situation is bad.

Although it's a bit ridiculous, it's not too ugly. It is one of Yuren's fighting methods to hold down the enemy from a high and condescending position.

It feels like a mosquito is always around your head, and you will bite if you find the opportunity. It's just that this mosquito is too big and too deadly.

Seeing Rachel standing in front of him, Dia even smiled, "I saw you, how did it feel to be carried off?"

Rachel's old face flushed, and she made a start gesture.

"Aren't you flying?" Dia looked at Rachel, "I thought that was your way of fighting."

This sentence made Rachel wary, "I dare not go against the will of the great wizard. Without his permission, my wings would not open."

"This is the arena, you can rest assured."

Facing Rachel, who shook his head again, Dia motioned to wait.

Before long, the unforgettable voice rang in Rachel's ears, "Only here. Fly, bird!"

Rachel is really in trouble, which is obviously persevering. Just now, on the surface, he was in awe of the great wizard, but in fact he was retreating. Who could have imagined that this girl had moved the great wizard out directly.

Hearing this obviously playful remark, Rachel knew she was going to be unlucky...

But knowing that he was going to be unlucky, he didn't dare not fly or compare. If you don't fly at this time, I'm afraid you will be out of luck immediately! He really wanted to make a few mouths—pretending to be a grandson! Have to make a retreat to advance?

No retreat, fly!

To be safe, he decided to fly high. Can't fight, what do I see you do? So he hesitated a little, and rushed directly to the sky.

The sky is really blue, but that blue is out of reach for Rachel! Because he didn't fly far, he hit an invisible dome.

If he hadn't just wanted to escape, he would never have discovered the existence of the dome...

Everyone on and off the stage noticed the abnormality, and someone looked at Rachel's embarrassment and couldn't help laughing out loud. But the laughter was quickly replaced by exclaiming, because a silver blade of light emerged from the girl's body. One, two, three...

Rachel, who turned around, looked at the dense cluster of light blades, and couldn't help exclaiming: "I admit defeat!"

He believed that this exclamation was enough to resound through the sky, but no sound spread. And everyone in the audience looked at Rachel, who was still unwilling to admit defeat. Someone cheered for him, "Good job!"

"Have a backbone!"

"Enough man!"

Dia wasn't here to compete, she just wanted to vent her depression. I heard that these alien warriors are all fat and strong with good sandbags, so they couldn't help running over.

Unexpectedly, he also encountered a hard bone.

then……