"That is to say...the ice and snow ruling you gave her is actually someone's inheritance?"
As the result of the duel emerged, whispers like buzzing gradually sounded around the arena, and in the voices of the players who were busy analyzing the previous battle performance of Xue Ling Huan Bing, whispering questions also quietly appeared. In Duan Qing's ear: "That description of the effect of increasing the frost attribute can really be applied to all attacks?"
"Perhaps not just attacks, but all frost effects." Duan Qing replied meaninglessly: "Including the ice and snow judgment skill that comes with it... We also did experiments later, as long as it is the frost attribute emitted in her name. The special effects of skills should all be enhanced by that effect. Whether it is deceleration or acceleration, freezing time or distance, when wearing the gloves, they are all increased compared to when not wearing them, although the other effects above are just decorations. , but just for this reason... this piece of equipment already suits her very well.”
"That's why she can swing the sword faster and with a more beautiful sword posture." Looking at the female swordsman with long hair standing in the field with her sword closed, Duan Qing showed a smile: "As for The origin...that's just her own imagination."
"Fantasy?" Xu Yu Liushang shook his head amusedly: "I am an active professional player, how could something like this happen..."
"Women are always emotional, and you are always willful...but you are not qualified to say this."
Putting away his arms, Duan Qing, who was relieved, looked at the other party with squinting eyes: "Although I don't know whether the Shirley inheritance she has been talking about is true or false, and how bizarre and tortuous the process is, but Perhaps because her personality is very similar to the character in the game, that woman really cares about the legendary Shirley, and has been working hard to find the existence of that person and other equipment components in the game world... But time has come Today, there is no evidence to prove that what the woman wants actually exists in the City of Liberty, nor is there any evidence pointing to which ruins nearby contain these clues. The statement that she had been shouting about going treasure hunting before was probably just that. It’s just unreasonable making trouble when you have nothing to do..."
"So you are the stupidest guy..."
"……What did you say?"
"No, I mean...you have no evidence to prove that the gloves were not the target she was looking for."
He curled his lips and put away his little thoughts, murmuring and stroking his blue hair and replied: "We bought many things including that pair of gloves from the auction house. Since we don't know the specific provenance... Maybe this time she got lucky and got the goal she has been pursuing?"
"The possibility is slim... forget it."
As if he didn't want to continue arguing on this topic, Duan Qing waved his hand casually: "You have no evidence, and I have no evidence. There will be no results in everyone's quarreling, just treat it as an unsolvable mystery. The question is ready."
"Who said that? I have evidence now." Xu Yu Liushang showed her unique confident smile: "Didn't Prince, who flew to who knows where, call out the name of Ice and Snow Judgment before? This shows that he Not only do you recognize this pair of gloves, but you also recognize Shirley’s name... How about this?”
"Well..."
After looking around at the audience who were still whispering to each other, Duan Qing let out a long sigh: "This is probably his own problem."
"Oh? How can I say this?"
"What that guy said... you have heard it before." Duan Qing replied slowly: "In the duel between magic swordsmen, there is no actual difference. If you take into account the difference in attributes and proficiency between them, In terms of speed and experience, Xueling Huanbing is undoubtedly still at a disadvantage. The reason for such a result is that Prince was probably defeated by his own momentum. For some reason you mentioned before, he frightened himself. Save yourself."
"Ha, is it because of that ice and snow ruling?" Xu Yu Liushang shook his head in amusement: "Please, even the players won't be shaken by some unknown effects, right?"
"But he is a veteran of the battlefield."
Sighing and shaking his head, Duan Qing looked at the gloomy sky in the distance: "Guys who have survived on the battlefield for too long will probably have two results, one is fierce and fearless, and the other is greedy for life and afraid of death. But no matter what the situation is, their attachment to survival is unparalleled, so the more people have experienced countless lives and deaths, the more sensitive they will be to sources that threaten themselves."
"Just like the guy's reaction just now." He pointed to the direction in which Prince was defeated: "This is the key to determining victory or defeat. Even if the threat of Snow Spirit Fantasy Ice is not as big as he imagined, he I have also retreated, from this point of view..."
"'Battlefield coward'... a very accurate term, adventurer."
The young black figure sitting on the city lord's high platform suddenly clapped his hands, covering up what Duan Qing wanted to say, and then looked in the direction of the other suppressed voices around the arena, and towards the person in front of him. The heavily armored figure gestured, and Reiner, who seemed to understand what the other party was referring to, nodded slightly. The heavy figure suddenly disappeared from the place, and then appeared next to Xue Ling Huan Bing in a completely silent atmosphere: "Duel. At the end, the risk taker wins.”
He paused, seemingly deliberately leaving a few seconds for those around him to digest the result, and then raised his arms and turned to the side of the arena: "Talzinger family, do you have any objections? "
"No, no." The ashen-faced Talsinger replied in a low voice.
"So... do you still want to continue the challenge?"
"How, how is it possible?" Talsinger waved his hands and shouted: "We don't have anyone else who is stronger... No, the duel between us and Rondoer is not over yet! We are not that stupid, now Just use all your trump cards..."
"……I see."
Reiner stretched out his finger towards a corner of the arena. Reiner directed the other guards to simply tidy up the place. At the same time, he walked to Xue Ling Huan Bing's side and focused his eyes full of strange light on that place. On a woman: "...Do you need a rest?"
"No need." Ignoring the other person's look, Xue Ling Huan Bing replied calmly.
"Well."
So Reiner raised his head, and the dull voice filtered by the armor echoed over the arena: "Who wants to be the next challenger?"
Buzz——
Another hum of mutual whispers sounded around the arena, but no one dared to stand up easily. It seemed that Xue Ling Huan Bing's iceberg-like tough performance before had been recognized by everyone present. Tristan, who had been standing there watching the duel, slowly sat back and silently withdrew his gaze from the others around him. Duan Qing, who was sitting diagonally opposite him, also averted his secret gaze. Get up: "Strange..."
"What's wrong? Are you surprised that no one played?" Xu Yu Liushang chuckled and said, "Your little apprentice is so good, shouldn't you be more happy?"
"Thank you for your kindness, although I know you won't be happy with me." Duan Qing shook his head and replied: "I just feel a little for those guys who have had their plans ruined but can still calm down now. Curious, as for the challenge…”
"Don't worry, as long as someone starts..."
He sighed and replied, "The rest will follow."
Wow——
The sound of tables and chairs being lifted suddenly sounded in a corner of the arena, and then a strong figure stood up and attracted everyone's attention. However, what was inconsistent with the strong body was that the figure did not So tall as people imagined: "Well, since everyone wants what Stark said so much..."
"Northland Buffalo Stark." Reiner's voice also turned to this side: "Are you going to be a challenger?"
"Stark is not an outsider. Stark is now a member of the throne."
The short and strong Stark answered loudly, and it sounded quite a bit declarative. If he hadn't been holding up a note handed to him by a black figure next to him, he would have been Read the words carefully: "Furthermore, Stark believes that the previous Tarzinger was not considered a formal member of the throne at all, and his challenge should not have any reference value..."
"Hahahaha!" Eduin laughed suddenly: "Is this a good thing you did, old Joel?"
"This idiot..." Old Joel on the other side of the city lord's platform put his hand to cover his forehead: "If he couldn't remember it, wouldn't he throw it away..."
"Even at this time, you have not forgotten to suppress Tal Singh." Jialuo, who was wearing a black cloak, also said: "In terms of the degree of insidiousness... you seem to be not much inferior."
"This kind of hypocrite has done this not once or twice, why bother with them so much." Tielin also laughed loudly while holding up his wine glass: "Instead of caring about unnecessary things... let's confirm it!"
"Stark."
Glancing in the direction of the city lord, Reiner asked again: "Do you want to be the next challenger?"
"Well...in that case, let Stark do it."
Making a head-scratching movement that was completely inconsistent with his image, Stark showed a silly smile, then waved away the men around him, turned back and picked up the huge iron pillar erected on the wall: "Although Stark still Not full, but..."
"Now that everything is in front of us... Stark still likes fighting very much."
"This idiot..."
With a helpless sigh, Old Joel on the other side finally gave up the idea of stopping him. At the same time, he secretly gave a look of no harm to the surrounding allies: "Since you don't want to step on the trap, let Shi It doesn’t matter if Tucker goes to check it out first, but... City Lord."
He raised his voice and said to the superior city lord: "Lord Tristan also said before that we choose the rules...right?"
"Oh, do you have any good ideas?" The city lord glanced in the direction of Tristan: "Tell me and listen."
"We don't have any great ideas, we just want to... pick another opponent for Stark."
There was a loud noise in the center of the arena. Stark, who was holding the iron pillar, had jumped into the arena. Old Joel, who was looking at this scene, pointed to the opposite side of Stark: "This ...Miss Xueling Huanbing has just experienced a fierce battle. It may not be a fair choice for her to face the owner of the throne. And when Lord Tristan declared just now, there should be others behind him who can Are you the one who will go into battle?"
"In other words... you want to change to a weaker opponent?"
Before the Lord of the City could say anything, Oxen in the corner chuckled: "So that Tristan can get out of this stage?"
"How is it possible? This is obviously a decision that is more beneficial to the opponent." Old Joel hurriedly raised his hands: "And... isn't this method more suitable for the ring competition? Even if the contestant loses, Tristan Your Excellency will also have other choices..."
"You are setting the rules for future challengers."
After letting out a big wine burp, Tielin's voice suddenly interrupted Joel's defense: "Choose your opponents? And then take turns to fight? That's your own idea, why should we do that? If this is Stark's own Decide, let him do it by himself, but if we have to bear his desire to fight... wouldn't it become a big joke? "
"Uh...that's not what I meant..."
"So you guys who call yourself orderers have no intention of becoming a member of this city."
Pointing at the troubled old Joel, Tielin let out a drunken laugh: "Think about how to command and interfere with others all day long, but in the end it will always be you who suffer... Don't look at the old stubborn Tristan. Now he is looking for death, he is much stronger than you now!"
"It seems...it has been decided."
Looking at old Joel who never spoke again, the city lord also let out a timely chuckle: "Then let Stark do what he wants... Stark, who do you want to challenge?"
"Well... Stark has no objection." Stark, who stood in the center for a while, shook his head slightly, and a dull voice came out from his beast-like body: "Which one of them... has any objection to Stark? It’s the same thing for Grams.”
"So..." The city lord's gaze turned to Tristan's direction: "What about you?"
"us……"
"Let me do it."
In everyone's surprised eyes, the bald knight carrying a huge shield suddenly made an extremely clear voice, and then slowly jumped off the audience platform in the eyes of Xue Ling Huan Bing, who was equally surprised: "...kill this opponent give it to me."
"You..." Xue Ling Huanbing looked in the direction of Duan Qing, then lowered his head: "Can you deal with him?"
"This is the best option."
The man named Lost Dream said this calmly: "For everyone present... I deserve to accept this battle."
He no longer made a sound, but crossed over to Xue Ling Huan Bing, and then facing the eyes of the silver and black knight, he took the shield behind his back and put it on his left arm. Xue Ling, who seemed a little at a loss, Ling Huan Bing looked at Duan Qing's figure again, and then silently retreated to the back of the arena. The sound that gradually rang in his ears was the voice of Reiner announcing the start of the duel in the arena that was once again noisy: "Then... …The next duel.”
"Please use the weapons in your hands to decide each other's fate."
