Today, in the valley outside Silver Moon City on the Floating Island, that is, inside and outside the huge arena, the bustling pedestrians have become more numerous and denser than before. That number is probably the sum of the previous few days. The total number of is that much?
because……
Today, the 'peace' conference related to the fate and future of the continent of Elusaria will finally officially begin.
The conference will be conducted in a fair, open, and impartial competition, and the final winner will gain the power to determine the future destiny of this world!
However, the final winner only has the power to decide certain details, and it cannot ultimately change the advent of the world of Azeroth and the peaceful reorganization of this world, making it a new world where all races can coexist peacefully. fact.
Of course, even that is enough for each contestant to sharpen their swords and prepare to compete for the supreme honor and supreme power.
As of the end of registration yesterday, even after selection, the number of players who can participate still exceeds 10,000. Therefore, the competition on the first day today and in the next few days will be carried out in the form of groups, segments and scattered.
With the support of Azshara and a bad little girl, the huge arena was directly split into a hundred parallel sub-planes by the upper elf space magicians, which was enough for tens of thousands of people. Players and at least hundreds of thousands of spectators saw exciting battles today and finally decided about a thousand winners to advance to the next round.
"..."
At this time, Grenier was wearing a gorgeous golden armor, sitting in his game preparation room with his spear in his arms, and next to him were his friends Matthew and Almeda.
"Do not worry!"
"Gnir, there must be nothing wrong with you!"
"We're very optimistic about you!"
Almeda had a sullen face and cheered her friend hard, trying to make Grenier relax a little and not need to appear so nervous or worried.
"Yes, don't worry, Grenier!"
"You won't encounter mages or other professionals in the first round. You still have a great chance of winning."
Matthew also tried his best to comfort him.
Although he himself was easily eliminated in the second game by an orc from the Azeroth tribe who charged and killed him with one move, but that did not prevent him from giving his friend Grenier a favor. Verbal support and encouragement.
"hateful!"
"How can I rest assured?"
"I'm a dragon knight, and they didn't let my dragon participate. Is this fair?"
"I protest!"
"I object!!"
"I……"
Grenier stood up and shouted hysterically.
Unfortunately, except for his two friends, there was no one else here, so he quickly sat back down.
"ha……"
"Gnir..."
Almeida laughed dryly, and then, not knowing what to say, she could only look at Matthew aside and signal with her eyes.
"It can't be helped."
"Gnir, you also know that your dragon is too strong. If you two go on stage together, no one else will have to fight. How many of the contestants can slay the dragon by themselves?"
"Stop talking about the dragon."
"Even the holy sword Langulisa that I found, didn't they allow me to use it?"
"Calm down and prepare for the competition!"
"Let me see……"
"The next game is yours, but I don't know who your opponent will be?"
Looking at the magic subtitles on the wall, Matthew comforted Grenier and explained with a wry smile.
In general, the competition is indeed relatively fair, just and open. Except for weapons and armor within a certain level, players are not allowed to bring anything else, not even mounts, such as Grenier's dragon and Matthew. He couldn't bring his own holy sword with him, so before, he could only go to the arena's combat equipment storehouse and choose a long sword that he had handy.
result……
In just one turn, the violent orc, the green-skinned orc named Varok Saurfang, charged over and chopped him to the ground with an axe.
That ax blow, not to mention how painful it was.
Of course, Matthew did not tell Grenier about the pain, so as not to affect the opponent's fighting spirit and confidence.
"!!"
Grenier was about to say something more, but when he saw the magic subtitle prompt on the wall and saw a portal appearing on the wall at the same time, he jumped up quickly and took a deep breath. .
"Stop talking!"
"It's my turn!"
"Don't worry, I will definitely do my best!"
After saying that, he cheered himself up and calmed down, then he tightened his grip on the spear in his hand, held it upside down behind his back, and walked step by step towards the portal.
Uh-huh!
The next second, Grenier discovered that he had been teleported to the center of the huge arena, and fifty steps away on the opposite side, standing impressively was a man wearing dark blue armor inlaid with gold, with a red weapon hanging on his waist. A middle-aged man with two long black blades, blond hair covering half of his face, and wearing strange hair accessories.
"!!"
Oops……
Seeing the other party, Grenier secretly said something bad.
Because, with many years of mercenary experience, he could tell at a glance that a middle-aged uncle like that, no matter what the other party did before, was the kind of guy with rich experience and sophisticated combat skills. Moreover, The opponent's physical strength and strength are also at their peak, making it very difficult to deal with!
'Wow! ! '
'Oooh! ! ! '
'Ahhh! ! ! '
'yeah! ! ! '
'...'
Immediately afterwards, after seeing the players clearly, the spectators in the arena auditorium who were watching the game in this dimension began to cheer loudly and howl.
However, whether it was due to magic or other factors, Grenier could not hear clearly what the audience was shouting.
"Two contestants please prepare!"
"The game will officially start in three minutes!"
'180…'
'179…'
'178…'
'...'
A Pandaren referee appeared between the two of them. He said a few words briefly and then disappeared in an instant. Instead, there were magic numbers that were counting down at the position where he appeared.
"Hello!"
"My name is Grenier!"
"It's a dragon knight!"
After staring at the opponent for a while, Grenier did not take the initiative to step forward, nor did he retreat. He just exhaled slowly, and then he was full of energy and said his name loudly.
"I know you……"
"correct!"
"Where's your dragon?"
After hearing Grenier's introduction, the uncle opposite nodded, and then asked with some caution and hesitation.
"..."
"They won't let my dragon compete..."
"Said to be……"
"Unfair?"
Grenier was startled, and then said in frustration.
To be honest, if he had known that the competition would be like this and that his horse could not participate, maybe he would not have signed up.
"I see!"
"That's right, they don't seem to let my horse in either."
The uncle opposite nodded in relief and gave Grenier a comforting smile.
"oh!"
"What's your mount?"
"Is it also a dragon?"
Hearing that the other party also had a mount, he blinked at first, and then Grenier, who thought that the dragon knights were all assigned to the same group, asked curiously.
"Not a dragon!"
"It is a war horse that has been with me for more than ten years and has been with me through life and death battles."
"He is a very good war horse!"
The blond man opposite laughed heartily and introduced his mount without any concern at all. He did not feel inferior at all because his mount was a horse.
"!!"
"Ten, ten years?!"
"War horse?"
Sure enough, the bad premonition in Grenier's heart became stronger, and he felt that his judgment just now was correct. That kind of middle-aged guy would definitely be difficult to deal with.
Because, he heard that the other party turned out to be an experienced senior knight? !
"Yes!"
"Although it is a bit old, it is still very strong and trustworthy. I even have a little doubt that it may have the blood of some kind of Warcraft?"
The blond man opposite didn't mind at all and continued talking to Grenier.
"etc!"
"you……"
"Who are you?"
Grenier suddenly thought of a more serious problem, and then asked with some anxiety.
"Well?"
"you do not know me?"
Now, it was the uncle opposite's turn to be surprised.
"Of course I don't know him!"
"Uncle!"
"Have we met before?"
Grenier scratched his head, thinking that he had seen the other party somewhere and then accidentally forgot something.
"..."
"Then introduce yourself!"
"Leon, the leader of the Blue Dragon Knights of the Rekart Empire!"
"I've met your Excellency!"
After a short moment of silence, Leon pulled out a long sword from his waist, held the weapon and performed a standard knightly salute to Grenier before introducing himself loudly.
"!!"
"L-Leon?!"
"Big, big... the strongest first knight in the continent?!"
The next moment, Grenier screamed out in surprise, so much so that even his nasal vibrato came out.
"it's me!"
"However, being number one in the mainland or something like that is just a ridiculous compliment from others, and you really can't take it seriously?"
Leon was modest, but his chest involuntarily puffed up and his waist stood straighter, but there was no hint of humility in his actions.
In fact, he is the strongest knight in the mainland. Not to mention that there is no dragon in Grenier now, even if there is a dragon, he dares to rush over and fight!
"!!"
Gulu!
Grenier swallowed hard, feeling a chill in his back, and secretly thinking that something was wrong.
"I've heard about you."
"The dragon knight Grenier was very active during this period. He single-handedly eliminated thousands of demons and saved countless villagers. He is known as the strongest dragon knight in the mainland!"
After introducing himself, the uncle Leon opposite sighed and praised Grenier, and was deeply proud to compete with another 'first' here today.
"this……"
"I really don't dare to take it..."
Grenier really wanted to say that all the things he did were due to that giant dragon. He was just riding on the back of the dragon to show off his power. Is he really not as powerful as the other party imagined?
"Yeah?"
"Please rest assured, Your Excellency!"
"I will do my best later and I will never let you down!"
When Leon saw the shadow of the referee appear again and saw that the countdown number was already close to single digits, knowing that the game was about to start soon, he thought about it and took out another bag from his waist. A long sword, with red and black swords lying across his hands, preparing for the next battle.
"!!"
If possible, Grenier really wanted to say loudly to the other party: Please be sure to let him down? Be sure not to go all out?
However……
'3…'
'2…'
'1….'
'Game start! '
Uh-huh! !
At the moment when the magic words disappeared and the restraints on each other were removed, Leon moved decisively, disappeared, and rushed towards Grenier at an extremely fast speed.
then!
A cold light arrived first...
puff! !
Scarlet blood spurted out directly from Grenier's neck, but for some reason, the neck under his head seemed to be protected by something and was not cut off on the spot?
"competition is over!"
"The Leon player wins!"
"Well?"
"quick!"
"Paladin, priests, save people!!"
Following the appearance of the referee and an exclamation, a group of paladins and priests were soon transported to the side of Grenier, who was in a trance, on the verge of death, and about to leave his body.
☼
Immediately afterwards, streaks of familiar warm white light shone through, and Grenier soon discovered that his neck gradually became less painful.
"strangeness……"
"Why don't you resist?!"
Before he passed out, Grenier only heard the strongest knight on the continent who was standing not far away turning his head in confusion and asking those words.
"..."
If he could speak, Grenier would definitely say loudly: He had thought about resisting, but your speed was too fast, and he really couldn't react...
Unfortunately, Grenier barely opened his mouth, then his head tilted, and he passed out gorgeously due to excessive blood loss, and was quickly teleported away from the competition site.
"!!"
"Gnir?"
"Are you OK?"
"Gnir?!"
In the preparation room, Matthew and Almeda, who had just witnessed that 'wonderful' moment, of course exclaimed in unison, rushed to the side of Grenier who was teleported back, and looked at the Paladins and the priests were giving him final treatment.
…
At this time, among the many competition venues, two wizards were preparing for their duel.
"Hello!"
"I am the mage who fights on behalf of the Kingdom of Karsus, Hain!"
"I'm still just an apprentice, could you please give me some advice?"
Hain, who had blue hair and a hearty smile, held his wand and bowed to the wizard opposite him who was holding a short wand in his left hand and introduced himself.
The secret magic rod in his hand was obtained in the war preparation room. It was much better than the magician's rod he had before, so he used it directly and learned more about this game. A bit of confidence.
"Hello!"
"I am Harry Potter, a seventh-year student at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!"
Harry didn't know the etiquette of the other party, so he just raised his wand and bowed to the other party in accordance with the dueling etiquette of wizards in their magical world.
"ah!"
"Are you a student at the Magic Academy?"
"That……"
"You must be very powerful and know a lot of magic, right?"
Hain was immediately amazed.
Although he doesn't know where 'Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry' is, that doesn't stop him from envying him, because Hein's magic is just a wild way of learning a little bit here, a little bit there, and then piecing it together. .
Although, he only recently became the teacher of the legendary great mage Jessica. However, because the great mage has been very busy, he went to the divine realm not long ago and has not seen her since, and he has not been able to learn from her. He has learned too much useful magic knowledge, so he is very envious and admires the fact that Mr. Potter opposite him can learn magic in a regular magic academy.
"this……"
"That should be considered right?"
Harry scratched his head and answered awkwardly.
However, although the other party took the initiative to get close to him, he had no intention of letting down his guard. Instead, he immediately put his free right hand into his trouser pocket.
Because the time for the competition is coming soon, and in a duel between wizards, the speed of the attack is the key. For Harry who has experienced actual combat, he will not make the mistake of underestimating the enemy.
"..."
At this time, Hain, who was still about to say something, suddenly shut his mouth, because he also saw that the countdown time was coming soon.
'3…'
'2…'
'1…'
'Game start! '
"??"
Soon enough, at the moment when certain rules were released, Hain's magic began to run wildly. He didn't even look at the Mr. Potter opposite him, but planned to sing his best song in the shortest way. Use Pyroblast to take a preemptive strike.
However……
He had just finished singing the second byte, but when he raised his eyes, he was shocked to see that the other party did not prepare any magic, but instead took out a strange black thing from his arms and pointed it at him.
Boom! !
The next second, as the black thing flashed with flames, Hain felt a sharp pain in his forehead. Then, as the world was spinning, he fell to the ground without knowing anything.
"ha!"
"Ron! Look!"
"Let me tell you, this thing is much easier to use than a wand!"
When Hain collapsed and the paladins and priests all appeared and began to rescue him, Harry raised the dwarf musket he found in the war weapons arsenal high.
You know, Harry has lived with his Muggle uncle for more than ten years. He knows the power of firearms better than anyone else, and he also knows the huge threat that firearms can bring when wizards are unprepared. Therefore, he has to Knowing that he could not use any magic in advance before the game and that the magic would be imprisoned, he just put such a thing in his pocket.
Although he knows a lot of magic spells and can cast spells silently and without a wand, no matter what, the speed of casting spells is definitely faster than raising his hand and pulling the trigger.
Isn’t this?
The mage apprentice Hain opposite, that mage from who knows which world, was in trouble now. He was shot dead by him before he even had time to cast a spell, allowing him to successfully advance to the next level.
…
In a VIP room of the arena, Queen Azshara was sitting with Anne, watching the ongoing competition through magic screens. Then, of course, they also saw the showdown between Harry and Hain.
"Yo!"
"Annie..."
"Your students are really interesting!"
Then, of course, Azshara turned her head and teased the naughty little girl next to her.
"oops!"
(ಠ~ಠ)
"They are not my students, so don't worry about them!"
₍₍٩(′～`●)₎₎
Anne said that although she had taught Scarhead and that idiot Hain, they were just taught. There really was no more relationship. She didn't care about their performance!
Although the scar head was a bit clever, against a real archmage or warrior, that little trick would definitely be of no use. So, with a wave of her hand, she turned off the magic screen and opened another one. one of.
Immediately afterwards, both Azshara and Anne saw that in the newly opened magic screen of real-time broadcast, a girl in school uniform was holding a coin in her hand and confronting a bad old man, and there were still more than 100 minutes left before the game started. More than two minutes.
"ah!"
!(;ﾟoﾟ)o
"It's Sister Mikoto, this is so fun!!"
(•‾̑⌣‾̑•)✧˖°
"..."
(｡◝～◜｡)Chew~!
After switching to the channel screen she wanted to watch more, Annie quickly grabbed the popcorn placed in front of the two people's table, and then sat cross-legged in her seat while eating, looking forward to what was coming next. wonderful perfomance.
"oh?"
"Is this your student?"
After looking at the girl in the weird costume in the picture, and then at the little girl next to her who was looking forward to it, Azshara nodded, feeling a little more interested.
"Um......"
(´◔‸◔`)
"It doesn't matter, they are just friends!"
ヾ(^▽^*)))
Her students at Queen Anne are a few other little guys, but they all seem to have advanced. Their opponents are not very good, and they are not interesting. They definitely cannot compare with Miss Misaka Mikoto and the bad old man opposite her. of.
"Friends?"
"All right!"
"Let me wait and see..."
Whether it's a friend or a student, Azshara doesn't matter anyway.
The reason why she proposed to hold this event at that time was just to allow a deeper understanding between the two worlds, and to reduce the intensity of resistance and casualties in the Elusalia continent.
After all, the Azeroth Empire is not the Burning Legion, nor is it the Lord of the Void. She does not want to simply use force to arbitrarily occupy or attack new worlds. That is not in their interests.
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