"Look what I got!"
Alvin didn't know that he was already being noticed. As soon as he returned to the rooftop, he excitedly waved the divine bow in his hand.
"Tsk...this bow...it's really hard to put into words."
Mo Bei took apart the animal skin wrapping the Divine Word Bow in his hand, revealing its original appearance, and said with a tangled expression.
According to his minimum requirements, God's Word Harmony must be completed with exclusive weapons. Using a Gothic bow to make do with it seems to him to be an obsessive-compulsive disorder.
Because he has the Horadric Cube and a lot of various materials now, drilling holes for white equipment is not a problem at all.
"You don't know how good the equipment on that woman is!" Alvin listed the equipment he just saw on Tabetha one by one. It seemed that he was lamenting the rich wealth of the nobles, but in fact he just wanted to highlight it. The gold content of his victory.
"Why are you back? Just keep pretending like you did just now. Maybe the final reward will be yours." Ned teased seriously.
Alvin's move just now really shocked everyone present. If he continued to stay on the field, he might be able to frighten all challengers. As long as no one challenges you for a quarter of an hour, you can go up and get the prize.
"Why didn't you tell me earlier..."
After hearing what Ned said, Alvin also regretted a little, and the proud look on his face fell.
However, you are only eligible to play once, to prevent the situation where you will leave the game after winning and wait for a class that has been restrained by you to challenge again. And once he leaves, he basically lets his boss out.
"If you don't finish pretending, you will regret it." Mo Bei made a last-ditch attack.
Chakrias also felt sorry for Alvin’s departure at this time:
"A good opponent..."
"There will be a chance."
Virgil watched his son slowly and steadily tighten the wrist straps and put on the helmet. The calmness shown in his movements stabilized his inner uneasiness. He still felt that the implementation of the plan was a sure thing.
However, Chakrias's slow movements were actually just because he didn't have much motivation now. Finally, he found an opponent who made him want to fight, but he even quit the game voluntarily.
As the second son without inheritance rights, he has determined to become the protective force of the family since he was a child and gain the love and appreciation of his father. Fortunately, he has outstanding talent, so he has achieved this now.
But as he gained a truer understanding of the nobles' stance on dealing with things, he felt a little confused about the aspirations he had always insisted on.
Although he had to admit that he had been nurtured by his family during his journey of experience, deep down in his heart, he still had the urge to break away from his family.
After returning from this experience, he was thinking about whether to teleport directly to Enstinger, enter the Arreat Mountains or the Land of Fear, and do what he and his teammates really wanted to do.
He walked slowly to the sidelines and found that the court was still empty. The positive and enthusiastic atmosphere just now was gone, and everyone had wait-and-see and fear on their faces.
But the astonishingly generous final reward is still attracting everyone's thoughts, motivating them to give it a try.
Chakrias took out a black and gold kite-shaped shield and put it on his left arm, casually stamped the sharkskin shoes under his feet, feeling that all the equipment was quite comfortable, and then slowly walked into the field.
After a moment of silence, someone finally stepped up to accept the challenge, which aroused enthusiastic cheers from the onlookers. For the vast majority of people here, they just wanted to watch some exciting and exciting duels.
Not long after, there was a small commotion in the crowd on Conrad's side, and a gap opened up. A large metal lump covered in spikes came out with thumping footsteps. It was a body. A gigantic steel stone demon!
"Necromancer." Mo Bei's eyes lit up on the rooftop, and he looked expectantly at the figure behind the steel stone demon.
This profession is really rare, so he also wants to see how the Necromancer performs in the duel.
However, he sweated when he saw the necromancer constantly throwing the corpses of various mutated creatures. The medium required for this summoning was quite speechless.
I remember seeing a necromancer bring out a bunch of messy things before summoning him. Dead snakes, dead rats, iron spoons, copper keys, no handles, knives, and many other kinds. Just holding it in his hand will kill you 3000 times. Similar. . .
The summoning medium used by the necromancer below is quite particular, at least it is much stronger than ordinary dead rats. It is said that in addition to the skill level, the summoning medium they use can also have some influence on the summoned objects.
After the dead hard-haired mice, desert lizards, and jungle poisonous frogs landed on the ground, their whole bodies were twisted and their flesh was pierced by the bones in their bodies. The bones were quickly spliced together in various seemingly random forms, and they stood up from the corpses. rise.
The last thing standing on the flesh and blood of mutated creatures were humanoid skeletons, holding sharp blades and shields, or holding a faint elemental light in their palms.
The crowd's reaction to this series of skeleton summons was relatively calm. They had just seen the man transforming into a big iron man with a deformed metal boot.
At this time, the necromancer was surrounded by twenty or thirty skeletons, an inseparable steel stone demon, and a paladin teammate stepping on the meditation halo. . . .
Restore the mana spent on him. . .
It seemed that the scene was not small, but this way of appearing still caused bursts of laughter. The back and forth lasted for two or three minutes. Normally, a duel could not last this long.
Chakrias, who was standing on the opposite side, raised his hand generously and greeted his opponent. He waited patiently until the paladin left the field, then put a pair of blade claws on his right hand, still holding the shield. There was a slight knock on the edge, and two crisp knocks served as a reminder.
The Necromancer immediately leaned against the Iron Stone Demon with his back, and at the same time used a bone shield to surround his body to prevent him from being hit by the assassin's instant kick from behind.
The Steel Stone Demon has its own damage rebound and is the Necromancer's strongest cover and shield. In this kind of solo battle, the Necromancer usually swaps positions with the Steel Stone Demon back and forth, which looks like passion. Like a pas de deux.
Seeing his opponent using acceleration and rushing towards him around the furnace in the center of the square, he waved the bone staff in his hand and calculated ahead of time to shoot out a bloody point of light.
senescence.
The rapidly sprinting figure disappeared into the light spot as the curse shrouded it.
"boom!"
The skeleton closest to the Necromancer suddenly collapsed. Your Necromancer's reaction speed was not slow. Almost at the same time, you pointed the bone staff at the scattered bones.
However, before the accumulated spell could be released, he was knocked back half a step by an invisible explosive force and hit the steel stone demon behind him. As soon as his eyes blurred, the assassin's blade claws were already touching the lower edge of his helmet. .
The sharp claw tips didn't touch the skin of his jaw, but they already made him feel a pinprick of pain. The bone staff in his hand froze in mid-air. After all, he didn't have the courage to exchange damage with the opponent, so he hung down slumped.
Everyone was in an uproar, and the laughter that had just subsided broke out again and lasted for a long time.
After preparing for so long before the battle, and with the help of teammates, the battle only lasted less than three seconds. There was not even a passionate pas de deux, and even those with a little bad mouth started to tease:
"Dude! Foreplay doesn't count as time!"
