It was an indescribable feeling, but from the raging energy storm, one could vaguely detect the two people fighting on the stage. Each other's combat attributes and styles are slowly merging, just like ropes of two different colors. Gradually twisted into one.
This wonderful sense of combat integration is felt most deeply by the elite adventure team who have experienced a long period of experience. It is a kind of strength between teammates that can only be formed through years of mutual training and cooperation, assimilating and integrating with each other. Case.
Such a powerful adventure team will make people feel that the strength and momentum of everyone in the team have merged into a whole, forming a huge wave that is earth-shaking and unrivaled. Generally, it can exert nearly ten times the combined strength of the entire team. If they encounter this kind of combination at the pseudo-realm level, even Carlos and Seattle Lake will have to take a detour.
The strength of all the audience on the stage is still at the level of first-world adventurers. At best, the teams are only in perfect coordination and understanding. They are far from the point of assimilation and integration. Naturally, they cannot understand this feeling. They can only vaguely feel it. Only the two legendary figures on the stone wall could clearly grasp the context of that kind of change.
"Of course, the ability to form such a tacit understanding so quickly is inseparable from Artoria's profession. The unparalleled tolerance of the Knight King's profession is the key to this situation."
No, half leaning against the stone wall, Lanster half-squinted his eyes and added this calmly.
The assimilation and fusion between teams is related to the fighting styles of their respective professions and their respective personalities. The overall attributes of the druid with average attributes and a gentle temper are the highest among the seven major professions. The fusion rate of the barbarian and the paladin is the highest among the seven professions. The fusion rate is also high, but it is more difficult for Barbarians and Assassins to fuse because their fighting styles are very different. It is difficult for Paladins to fuse with Necromancers. This is a matter of attributes. Amazons can get along with everyone, but they seem to get along with others. They can't get along with each other. The wizard can cooperate with anyone and is a relatively balanced type.
Of course, there are a few special examples. For example, if you want to fuse the Necromancer and the Priest with the same chemical combination, it is estimated that, well, it is not impossible. It will probably take several times the time of other different professions. It depends on whether you can survive until that time.
This is what Lanster just said was related to Artoria's profession of Knight King. As a Knight King profession, leading your own warrior group to fight, the unparalleled ability to quickly integrate the power of the entire team into a whole is the true value of this profession.
In other words, no matter how useless the other party is. For example, it's a dead nerd who only wants to eat and die, or a cloaked weirdo who doesn't have any master's temperament when walking on the street. Children often think he is a bully adult and push him around. Playing with fire and playing with ice for a while, he is a fool with an IQ of nine who has certain attributes, but Alto Hea's power is powerful and inclusive. They can all be blended together very well.
"That's right, but it takes decades to develop a tacit understanding. No matter how high the fusion rate of the Knight King profession is, it's still impossible. We can't deny the hard work of that stupid boy."
Kasha recovered from her surprise and continued to hold her glass of wine and sip one after another. For a being like her, she had experienced too many strange things, and there were very few things that could make her panic.
"Indeed, the extremely powerful fusion power that allows him to fuse with adventurers is probably the boy's only advantage besides strength. Because of this, Altojoa has the ability to turn such a hopeless fool into an excellent one. The king’s idiotic thoughts turned out to be idiots for both of them, so I said that Artoria and that kid might really be a good match.”
Lanster analyzed slowly and still with a venomous tongue. Then she sighed helplessly, seeming to feel very depressed about this fact. The proud Elf Queen, even if she is a bit stupid in some aspects, there is no need to talk to such a silly boy.
"However, this kind of fusion is just an occasional act of inspiration. If you want to truly grasp this feeling, you can use it at any time. It will take several months for these two to get used to each other."
Finally, Kasha made a conclusion and Lanster was silent. Although the drunkard in front of her was no longer the arrogant queen she was familiar with, who did whatever she wanted, her judgment did not change with this drastic change. The changes are still as sharp as ever.
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On the ring, the sounds like real sound waves produced by the collision of weapons continued one after another, seemingly never-ending. The storm raging throughout the ring and the auditorium never stopped from the beginning, but the people around them gradually began to react. From it, I grasped a clue that made me feel subtle.
Strength, momentum, and fighting style, these three attributes are like everyone's fingerprints. In this world, it is impossible to find two people who completely overlap in these three attributes.
But at this moment, in their eyes, the figures of the two people on the stage, the power and aura they exuded, and their fighting styles seemed to be gradually merging together. It was obvious that the two figures were constantly intertwining and colliding, but it seemed that they were constantly intertwined and colliding. It is said that it is like an illusion in the eyes. The two figures turned into※
This situation made these people who didn't know the reason think that the battle was too fierce. So that the eyes can't keep up, causing fatigue. Cai Lao will appear in this situation, which can be seen from the fact that they shake their heads in distress from time to time, or rub their eyes, trying to separate the two intertwined fighting figures.
Of course, there are also some keener adventurers. For example, a certain cute fox who was a thief elf was not confused by this situation and suspected that there was something wrong with his eyes. Instead, he carefully considered this change and used his own knowledge and experience to adjust it bit by bit. By parsing and guessing. determine its essence.
This is a wonderful feeling, I can't describe it in words, but suddenly, I found that I can guess Alto Xinya's next move from every move, every look, every move. Even the next few moves. How will it attack?
I think it's not just me who feels this way, Arturia should also feel it. I can't remember when this tacit understanding began to appear in us, but I don't doubt its existence, as if This is the tacit understanding that Artoria and I should have.
Not only that, the two of us were even surprised to find that Artoria's sword light seemed to have a faint icy blue color, and the sword light caused by herself seemed to have a silvery martyrdom. Beautiful, I thought it was an illusion at first, but the blend of the two colors became more and more obvious. It has reached a point where we cannot use the word illusion to explain it.
The most damning thing is that even if the scene in front of me is so weird, just when I want to be surprised and ask, a sense of recognition of "Isn't this a matter of course" wells up deep in my heart in time. This is not necessary. To find out something clearly is as natural as eating, drinking and urinating.
You can clearly feel that Artoria's upright, bright and powerful power seems to be beside you, carrying the faint fragrance of the master, giving yourself a warm feeling, no longer the same as before, forming a series of waves. The sharp sword light was about to cut him off with a dangerous aura.
If the opponent's strength becomes less dangerous. What would happen if the opponent's moves became less unpredictable?
Yep, just like Artoria and I are now.
It’s not that I didn’t fight seriously, but I couldn’t feel the threat of the opponent’s power or the sharpness of the opponent’s moves. I don’t know how others would see it, but I felt like I was rehearsing a battle that I had practiced hundreds of times. programme. What each other holds in each other's hands are only simulated weapons that do no harm. He has long memorized the next move his opponent is going to make, and can connect the moves he wants to make just by relying on his body's instinct.
Although this sounds boring, I enjoy it and don't enjoy the feeling of rehearsal. But savoring this suddenness. "A tacit understanding that I have never experienced before" No, it's fusion. This word flashed in my mind instantly. It's not wrong. It's not a tacit understanding, it should be fusion. Each other's attributes, as well as every move and every move, have been integrated. Together.
While the two of us felt fresh and happy about this sudden and wonderful sense of fusion. But there are people outside the ring who are unwilling.
"The two of them are having sex, right? They are having sex, right?! Bastard, hateful pervert. Bad guy, I'm so angry.
Watching the two people fighting on the stage as if they were filming a movie, Lucia angrily stamped her feet, crying in a cute and pitiful tone, grabbing Malagbi's neck and shaking her while asking.
"I, Lucia, please put me down first,"
Malagby was hung in the air by his neck. The old man was astonished with his tongue hanging out. He sadly discovered that as an assassin, Lucia's strength was not much different from that of a paladin like himself. Without an absolute advantage, it was not impossible for Malagbi to struggle away. , but it will definitely cause harm to the other party, think about the consequences,
Malagby, who is always shrewd at critical moments, still made a wise judgment at this time. If he had to choose between the two, he would rather be hanged by Lucia than be tortured by the petty Lucia every day because of this matter.
Of course, there is a third option.
Looking at Lucia who had clearly lost her mind with the word "jealous" written on her face, Malagubi stiffly turned his head and looked at Kurt and White Wolf next to him, looking for help.
After blowing a whistle, Kurt took out a white handkerchief from somewhere, pressed his nose to blow out the snot, wiped it, and then threw it at Malagby's feet, with big words written all over his face: Karma. Brother, you are ready to go.
The white wolf once again used extremely skillful movements within 0.5 seconds of Kurt's eyes moving to him. He took out the pendant from his chest,
"Hahaha, it seems that this will be the most successful marriage in history, don't you think so? Elder Kane."
The two elders who climbed out from under the tree at some point found another big tree in front of them. They hugged it to resist the energy storm coming from the arena and laughed.
Although they do not have the eyesight of adventurers, these two old men have knowledge and vision that are far beyond the ability of adventurers to understand the changes in the arena. They had already noticed it.
"Yes, yes, but is there really no problem with the magic defense formation on the stage?"
Looking around the arena, amidst the continuous torment of the energy storm, the
Kane asked worriedly as the lion shook its transparent protective shield. " "Elder Kane, please rest assured. I can absolutely guarantee this. Even if the fighting intensity is increased ten times, there is no way to break the magic defense array. Ahem, I am not afraid to tell you that this magic array is one of the magic arrays in the entire Elf King City. One ring. It's solid. "
Lyman said confidently. If he hadn't hugged the tree tightly with both hands, he might have raised his head and chest and beat it loudly.
"Oh, I see."
Kane nodded. The Royal City Magic Array has been built by the elves for tens of thousands of years. It was built by countless outstanding magicians and superb magic skills of the elves. Every link is extremely strong. Therefore, as long as it is combined with the name of the Royal City Magic Array, it can give people another three points of confidence.
"But don't you think the movement of the magic circle is a bit strange?"
Kane, who felt that he had some confidence, once again cast his gaze on the precise magic carvings around the ring, looking at the red light that kept flashing on it, even though he was not a magic master like Farah. However, Kane's knowledge of magic theory was not low, so he asked one more question just to be on the safe side.
"Well, there should be no problem. You know, all parts of the Imperial City Magic Array will be inspected every ten days."
Lyman coughed and felt a little weak.
"Should, should?!"
Sweat began to form on Kane's forehead.
"Well, Elder Kane, you have to know that the Royal City Magic Array will have a glitch only once every hundred years on average. There is nothing we can do about it. After all, it is a behemoth that covers the entire inner city. It is not surprising that a small problem will occasionally occur. Right."
"indeed so."
Kane nodded and said that it was understandable. The bigger something is, the greater the chance of problems. This is common sense.
"So how many years has it been since the last failure?"
After a pause, Kane asked a more subtle question.
"Let me think about it. Well, without Jing Xi, there should be ninety-four."
Elder Lehman pondered for a moment, and then suddenly said with enlightenment. As soon as he finished speaking, the two old men fell into speechlessness.
"No, don't panic. It's an average of a hundred years. It could be ninety-five years, or it could be more than a hundred years. No, it's not that coincidental."
Elder Lyman tried his best to relax his expression, but his tone still stuttered.
"No, no, Master Lyman, something big has happened!"
At this time, a middle-aged elf mage rushed up in a panic. He even forgot to use teleportation, a useful means of transportation. If these elves, who are usually known for their elegance and nobility, show such panic, you can know how serious the big deal he mentioned is.
"Calm down, what happened?"
When he asked such a question, Lyman already had a bad realization in his heart.
"The network map of the Royal City Magic Array on the Crystal Tree shows that there is something wrong somewhere."
Wiping the nervous sweat on his forehead, the elf mage calmed down and quickly reported.
"W-what went wrong?"
Lyman, who turned pale, still held on to his last glimmer of hope and asked.
Pointing to the ring behind Lyman, the elf mage found that Her Royal Highness the Queen, the concubine, was also inside, and his face couldn't help but be filled with fear.
"Don't panic. Have you discussed this matter with Elder Yalandan?"
At the critical moment, Lyman showed his calmness and ability as an elder, cleared his mind and continued to ask.
"I already reported the meal before I came here."
"What did the Great Elder say?"
"The Great Elder just smiled and said, "Don't worry, don't worry, just inform me and do what you need to do, that's all."
The elf mage showed a slight confusion and seemed unable to understand something that was related to the life of Her Royal Highness the Queen. Why was the great elder telling him not to worry?
However, thinking that these were the words spoken by the all-powerful Great Elder Arlandlan himself, the Elf Mage breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out that the Great Elder said this. There must be no problem.
"Is that so?"
Lyman carefully considered Yalandran's words and pondered for a moment.
"If the Great Elder said this, there should be no problem, but she didn't give a clear order, so let's do it in our own way."
After a moment, Lyman said decisively.
"Sanders, go and summon the first, second, and third mage teams from the institute to solve the problem as soon as possible."
"Yes, Lord Lyman."
The elf mage who brought Sanders responded and did not leave. Instead, he took out a mage ball. After chanting the incantation softly, the white sphere soon emitted white light and floated into the air.
"Also, Drizzt, why are you still standing there? Why don't you hurry up and ask Her Majesty the Queen and Lord Fan to stop fighting? Oh, it's too late.
Looking back, Lyman shouted to Drizzt. But when he glanced at the arena out of the corner of his eye, he immediately covered his forehead in pain.
The magic circle that was supposed to protect the arena has now turned into a black violent energy, enveloping the entire arena like the ferocious mouth of a beast.
Unable to complain,
