Hyperdimensional Warlock

Chapter 191 Victory in the First Battle
The night outside is thick with fog, and it has entered a peaceful sleep.But the underground market in Yongzhou is still very popular.

Especially under the sky tower, a group of people gathered in front of the big screen at the bottom of the tower, waiting for the battle table of the third-order death tomorrow.Some of these people are low-level apprentices, and some are mortals.Mortals are purely running errands for mid-level and high-level apprentices, recording meaningful matches, and recording the players that these mid-level and high-level apprentices care about.

"I don't know if the Fox Shepherd will have a match tomorrow. I really like his fighting style. He's handsome and low-key!"

"Still low-key? Pretending to be blind and handsome is useless and meaningless. You can only mess around at the bottom of the third level of death."

"It's as if you can beat the fox shepherd. If you have the ability, go for it."

"Anyway, I won't watch the game of a player who is not on the list like the Fox Shepherd. It would be great if there are three top players in the list tomorrow. I haven't seen the top game for a long time."

"The competition at the top of the list was promoted three days in advance. How could it be possible to play suddenly?"

"You can't think about it, you're the only one who talks too much."

As the clock tower bell resounded through the bazaar was struck eight times, at 8:[-] p.m., the data on the big screen at the bottom of the tower was refreshed.

"It's out, tomorrow's battle table!"

The new match list, the match at the top, is recommended by the organizer to watch the match: "The Ripper VS Eternal Rest, No.15 Floor Fifth Match."

"Today's recommended match is still not very good. The Ripper is just a player at the bottom of the fifteenth floor. Who is the eternal rest? I haven't even heard of his name."

"It's boring. The Ripper estimated that it took less than a minute to tear the opponent into pieces. This game is not worth watching."

The organizer's recommended games are almost impossible to watch, they can only look at the bottom of the screen to see if there are any games worth watching.

"You can pay attention to the match of the King of Sighs, but his opponent is Mrs. Ye Xiao, and it seems to be a one-sided match."

"The gargoyle fights the vampire, you can watch it. The vampire's strength is almost at the level of a third-level apprentice, which is several grades higher than the gargoyle's first-level apprentice, but the vampire's fangs are difficult to pierce the stone statue. The ghost's stone skin technique has checks and balances and highlights, so it deserves attention."

The strength of the onlookers may not be very strong, but when it comes to the strengths of the seeded players, they all know each other very well, as if they can win the battle as long as they know their weaknesses.

"The competition on the [-]th and [-]th floors is over, let's take a look at the [-]th floor."

"On the thirteenth floor, I'm looking forward to the Fox Shepherd. He's the most handsome, and there's nothing to refute!"

"However, the Fox Shepherds don't have a match tomorrow! Alas, there aren't many matches worth looking forward to on the thirteenth floor, and they don't even end up in the top ten on the ranking list."

"The seeded player didn't play, but you can pay attention to the newcomer. Look, this newcomer named Milk Baron has 0 points, so he dares to face the Wasteland Warrior and Dark Night Twilight at the same time!"

The speaking woman pointed to the two games on the screen and said to the male companion beside her.

"Fight against Wasteland Warrior in the morning, and Dark Night Twilight in the afternoon? This rookie can do it, he has a bit of courage, but unfortunately he is too self-reliant. I guess the Wasteland Warrior alone can kill him. Night Twilight is worth 3 points for nothing." .”

"Maybe, well, I have a hunch that he might win."

"You are not a prophecy system, nor an astrology system. What are you talking about intuition? Let me tell you, it's just an illusion!"

"Women's intuition is very accurate, you men know nothing!"

"If the Milk Baron wins, I'll strip naked and run naked in the Shulingting Square!"

The two people talking were obviously a couple, even though they were arguing, they still held arms.

At this time, a gentle voice with a smile came in.

"This lady's intuition is correct. The Milk Baron will definitely win."

The young couple turned their heads to look at the speaker, and the man frowned: "Who are you? Why do you say the Milk Baron will win? Could it be...you are the Milk Baron himself?"

"I'm not." The voice of the speaker was still smiling, and he took out an information card from his body: "My nickname is Earth Bear, you can call me White Bear."

The man in the white bear doll costume said with a smile.

"As for why I said the Baron of Milk will win." Bai Xiong said with a thoughtful expression, "Because, fate tells me, he won't lose."

"Fate?" The man in the couple sneered, "It's another magic stick. Well, since you are all so sure about fate and intuition, let's buy a ticket and have a look."

The young couple went to buy tickets for "Milk Baron VS Wasteland Warrior", and Bai Xiong also bought one.He clenched the ticket in his hand, a firm expression flashed in his eyes.

"Fate told me that my life has been full of hardships, and only by taking the path of the extraordinary can I escape from the sea of ​​suffering."

"Fate told me that the road to transcendence is difficult, and only when I meet..."

Bai Xiong's voice gradually faded away, but he could faintly hear him talking about someone who could change his life.

"This white bear seems to be nagging, so it must be from the prophecy department, right?" The young couple watched the white bear go away, and said in a low voice.

"A woman's intuition tells me that maybe he is really a prophecy."

……

The month of continuous rain passes, and the month of flowing fire arrives.

Angor's first match in the third level of death happened to be in the first ten days of the month of burning fire.If the day cycle is not counted and only the month is used to correspond to the earth's civilization, this day can be regarded as the earth's Children's Day.But in the wizarding world, this day is no different, but to Angel, it has another meaning, today is Leon's birthday.

Since his parents passed away, he and Leon have been dependent on each other. It can be said that the person Angel has relied on the most in his life is Leon.Now it's Leon's birthday, why not let him miss it.

It's been a year and a half since I left home. I think Lyon has inherited the title and started to flex his muscles in Gru Town, right?The war with Hai Lan Nation should be over, right?
I don't know when I will be able to return to my hometown.

With this nostalgia and a touch of longing, Angel came to the Sky Tower.

Maybe it's because he played too many games, or his brother's birthday distracted him, but Angel didn't feel nervous about today's battle.

It wasn't until he stood on the ring and heard the enthusiastic cheers from the audience that he slowly came back to his senses.

The large glass screen above the head displayed the names of the two and a countdown.

Next to the name, is the player's profile picture.Angel's head portrait was also engraved on it, but he was still wearing a hood, so he couldn't see his real face clearly.

As for the avatar of the opponent "Wasteland Warrior", Angel did not pay attention.Because everyone is standing opposite him, looking at the profile picture is better than looking at the real person.

"Milk Baron, others don't know you, but I just happen to know you." The wasteland warrior was a strong man in khaki armor: "You should know 'Battle Horn'."

"Hmm." Angel actually didn't know who the "war horn" the wasteland warrior was talking about was, but he was a cold milk baron, so he didn't need to say much at all.

"He is my teammate, you have defeated him before. So I know all your tricks." Wasteland Warrior: "Your alchemy weapon is indeed very good, but that's all. You can't break me Defensive."

When the Wasteland Warrior was talking about this, Angel also thought of the person "Battle Horn", who seemed to be an apprentice of the Prayer Department on the No. 11th floor, a person who relied on adding various states to himself to fight in close quarters.

"I'm very grateful that you didn't kill my teammates, so today I will make an exception and won't kill you." When the wasteland warrior said this, it was as if he was bestowing some kind of supreme honor on Angel.

"However, I will still let you deeply remember the tragic end of fighting with me!"

The aloof and glamorous Milk Baron still didn't speak, but the little Angel in his heart was complaining silently: "Why is this guy so talkative, instead of being called a wasteland warrior, he might as well be called a nonsense warrior."

The nonsense warrior said a few more words, and the countdown to the start of the game finally returned to zero.

Angel came up without saying a word, protected himself with an ice wall, and then retreated quickly, adding various defensive tricks.

The nonsense warrior on the opposite side didn't move, and patted the breastplate at Angel with a sense of superiority: "Come on, shoot at me! I hide and I lose!"

Angel looked at the nonsense warrior, his eyes lit up!I misunderstood you, you are a true warrior!
I didn't expect that the earth novels would not deceive me, there really are such brainless cannon fodder!
"Hehe, I hope you mean what you say." Angel's smiling eyes curved into crescents. He was planning to use his secret weapon, and it seemed that he didn't need it.

Angor stretched out his hand, the black robe was blown violently by the wind, and the wasteland warrior faintly saw the golden reflection in Angor's sleeve.

"Is this your hand crossbow? It's a pity that it can't break through my defense!" The wasteland warrior was agitated, and the blood of the fire salamander in his body was exposed.The originally strong figure became even stronger, and the skin was faintly covered with red bloodshots.

"One may not work, but what about ten?" Angel did not explain, what he released was not ten ordinary small arrows, but ten magic pattern small arrows!

Angel spent all his time aiming at the wasteland warrior. Since the opponent was a foolish target, he had enough time to allocate the landing points of each magic-weave arrow.

Three frost magic lines landed on his left side in a triangle shape. Even if he dodged, he would be frozen by the frost and slide out of the field. The 3 flame magic patterns landed on his right side, lined up in a row, and if he hid to the right side, the three bursts would surely hit.Two armor-breaking and two Fengrui scattered attacks on his body.

Angel smiled and calculated the direction and angle in his heart.

After confirming that it was correct, Angel also kindly reminded: "I'm fucking!"

Wasteland Warrior: "Come on, shoot me!"

The audience outside the venue was originally enthusiastic, but suddenly fell silent at this moment: Why do you feel that this conversation is a bit wrong?

The innocent Angel didn't think about the foulness in his words at all.After the wasteland warrior answered him, he nodded to the wasteland warrior very politely, then his eyes were fixed, and ten arrows with magic patterns shot in volley!

The wasteland warriors originally planned to use the amazing defensive power of the fire salamander to frighten the ignorant Milk Baron.But when dealing with the hidden weapon and shooting it out, he suddenly felt a great sense of crisis!
wrong!

Beasts are born with extraordinary omens for crises, and wizards who have integrated into the blood of beasts have also naturally inherited this talent.At this moment, the wasteland warrior only felt that there was a cloud full of thunder and lightning covering him!
No matter which direction he ran, he couldn't avoid the lightning strike that was about to land in the cloud!
(End of this chapter)