Dragon Contract God

"Eriba, how did your training on the shooting range go yesterday?" Moller asked casually as he distributed the pie on the table to Eriba and Rex who were eating porridge.

"It's not bad." Ariba broke open the pie, sniffed it with his nose like a puppy, and looked satisfied with the aroma of the pie, then looked up at Mole and said happily: "I successfully shot a shot yesterday." It's a sonic arrow, but it's not stable yet, I want to practice again today."

"It's amazing to be able to master the sonic arrow so quickly!" Mole exclaimed in amazement. It's an astonishing achievement.

Eriba was very happy to hear Brother Mole's praise, with a pair of black eyes smiling, but Mole still warned: "Don't force yourself too much. At present, you still focus on improving your magic power!"

Rex didn't like Brother Mole's focus on others, so he waved his hands in front of Mole and said, "Brother Mole, I still have to train today, and I will improve more than yesterday!"

With the comparison of peers, it really is more motivated.Moller agreed with a smile, and filled Rex with another bowl of porridge.

Yesterday, after confirming that Rex was a demon with talent, Moller struggled all night, but he suddenly thought about it in the middle of the night—not to mention that Rex might not have to worry about the lack of potential at all, even if If something really goes wrong in the future, the worst thing is to find a way to help him lift the curse of becoming a human being and restore his identity as a dragon!

After dinner, Moller took Eriba and Rex to the training ground. Uruti had already left alone, and he didn't know why he was so anxious.

After arriving at the training ground, Moller was surprised to find that the place that was not too lively yesterday suddenly became bustling with crowds of people everywhere. There are many mountain people with purple skin, often with bare upper body and face The upper body and the body are covered with oil paint patterns.

In the crowded places, there are high platforms, on which there are people fighting, and the people watching from below let out applause or mocking boos from time to time.

Mole found out after asking a local person that the three days from today are exactly the days when the mountain people go down the mountain to go to the city to go to the market. The group arena here is one of the most popular activities.

When Rex saw such a scene, he was so excited that his eyes were almost exhausted, and Eriba also looked very interested.Seeing them like this, Mo Le was probably not in the mood to train now, so he simply took the two of them around these arenas.

The outermost arenas were fought by ordinary warriors, a bit like freestyle wrestling, which looked very intense, but in Moller's view, it was mostly performances, which attracted a large number of spectators.

Bypassing these most popular arenas, you can see some spell operators fighting on the arena. The crowd standing around is scattered, probably because there is no protection on the arena, and they are afraid of being affected by the battle. reason.

Moller found that no one on the outside or inside the ring used weapons. After asking a passer-by, he found out that this was a consensus reached between the leader of the mountain people and the city lord—"No one can use any weapon other than himself in the ring." strength".

After all, this is a competition in broad daylight, and the main purpose is to have fun, not to be bloody like those underground arenas.It's not easy to kill people without using weapons and the like.

I saw two demon warriors competing in a ring, one of them was a mountain man with blue oil paint on his face, a faint blue light on his legs, he jumped up and down like a monkey, and he was able to use any part of his body parts to attack the enemy.But the man who was his opponent was not bad either, not only was he very strong, but also had superb wrestling skills, and a pair of big hands with yellow light made the mountain man dare not be caught by him at all.

Both of them are junior magic warriors, and the fight was very fierce.

There is a shed made of colored cloth at the back of the arena, and inside it sits an old mountain man with a solemn expression, with a lot of ornaments made of animal bones and bird feathers hanging on his body, and his aura seems to have reached the intermediate level. There was a row of young mountain people sitting kneeling behind him. It seemed that this ring should be hosted by a certain mountain tribe, and it was probably meant to train younger generations.

Rex is very interested in this kind of fight, and every time he sees someone being hit, he is overjoyed. In the end, when the mountain man punched his opponent in the neck and knocked him unconscious, he screamed with joy , Seeing that the next competition will not start for a while, they urged everyone to move to another arena.

The second arena happened to be a duel between a magician and a magic warrior, and it was also of low-level strength-the number of spell operators of low-level strength is the largest and the most common, and middle-level and high-level powerhouses are generally not likely to participate in such offerings. People appreciate the meaning of the majority of the competition.

The magician was a small blond man who was about the same age as Eriba, with exquisite facial features and an arrogant face. His opponent was a strong and strong magic warrior, who was two heads taller than him.

Magicians are much more disadvantaged than magic warriors in the arena. After all, the space in the ring is too small, which is not conducive to magicians who are good at long-range attacks, and the physique contrast between the two sides is so sharp, so Moller heard many people around say that Seeing that the young magician is very courageous, and the big samurai is bullying the big with his small.

But not long after the competition started, it became a wonderful performance by the young magician alone.The movement-assist magic he blesses himself seems to be more advanced than the lightness technique used by ordinary magicians. There are three star-like cyan glare surrounding him, which not only drives his figure to be very agile, but also turns without turning around. It is effortless, and the efficiency is several grades higher than the light body technique.

Because of this superb auxiliary magic, the speed and agility brought by the magic warrior's physical strength were not at all dominant. Instead, he was teased by the young magician like a clumsy fool.

"Snapped!"

The blond-haired young magician moved swiftly behind the sorcerer, and a half-foot-long cyan light shot out from his hand, hitting the back of the sorcerer like an awl.

"Ah!" The strong magic warrior screamed, staggered a step, turned around angrily and punched, the young magician laughed, dodged lightly, and another blue light hit the opponent's ribs.

The screams of the magic warrior on the ring kept ringing. The magic of the young magician brought him severe pain, but did not leave any obvious scars. Many people in the audience began to laugh at the performance of the magic warrior. The angry demon warrior attacked even more disorderly, and was played by the young magician between applause and applause.

Moeller didn't like this way of teasing his opponent, and Rex looked at the stage in confusion, feeling that the game was not as exciting as the previous one.Eriba, on the other hand, was obviously very angry, thinking that the young magician's behavior in humiliating his opponent was very poor.

After a while, it seemed that the young magician who was tired of playing gave the magic warrior the last blow. The magic warrior who collapsed on the ring was carried down amidst the jeers of the crowd, and the young magician looked at it with disdain. The audience: "Anyone want to come up and compete with me? The bounty is increased by another [-] gold coins. As long as you beat me, you can get [-] gold coins!"

A middle-aged man wearing a white samurai uniform walked out of the shed behind the boy, dragging a plate full of gold coins.

Several people in the audience looked at the gold coins and were eager to try, but they hesitated when they thought of the fate of the previous magic warrior. Seeing such a scene, the young magician showed a smug smile on his face.

"I want a game, I want gold coins!"

When Rex saw the gold coins, he thought about putting them all into his little elephant piggy bank, so he cried out with great interest.

Mo Le didn't stop him, and was about to pull Rex away, when he heard the young man on the stage laughing, "You're really cowardly, you escaped so fast, why don't you just yell and dare not come up and compare?"

The opponent's provocation made Rex angry and wanted to break away from Moller's hand to teach him a lesson, and Moller also stopped. He looked back and found that the boy was staring at him contemptuously, even though the sound just now was thunder Rex yelled, but the young magician ignored Rex directly and settled the blame on him.

"I agree." Moeller said, looking down at Rex.

"Huh?" Rex stopped struggling.

"Go up and fight, and teach that rude idiot a lesson!" Moller encouraged Rex with a smile. Since everyone else provoked him, he couldn't pretend that nothing happened, at least he couldn't make Rex lose his courage.

"What? It turned out to be this kid on stage!" Some audience members who wanted to watch a good show were immediately blown up when they saw Rex jumping onto the ring.The young magician's face darkened even more, looking at Mole in the audience, he said angrily, "Are you trying to humiliate me?"

Mo Le clasped his sleeves with both hands, and said tit for tat sarcastically: "How do you know who is really cowardly?"

Rex also yelled on the stage: "Dare to say that I am cowardly, I will teach you a rude idiot!"

What Moeller said to Rex just before he came to the stage, now he shouted out on the spot, the young magician seemed to be beaten with a stick, his facial features were distorted, and he said to Mole viciously: "Okay! Since you sent this wild boy up to beat me, then I must teach him a lesson!"

The young magician stroked his blond hair, looked condescendingly at Rex, and said, "When you want to cry in pain, remember that you should hate the person who put you on stage. Start!"

The young magician immediately made a move after speaking, a blue light appeared in his hands, he couldn't wait to let this wild boy who dared to scold him in public suffer some disadvantages.

However, after he started shouting, Rex couldn't wait to make a move. Hearing a bang, the young magician screamed, flew back a few meters, and fell to the ground.

Rex's attack was very direct, he tried his best to use his most powerful Tier 3 Magic Blast Technique as soon as he came up, it was only because the young magician despised his opponent too much, he gave up his The advantage of flexibility, standing in front of Rex, is very suitable for being bombarded by the blast technique.

Rex fired a magic bullet, ready to make up for the opponent who fell on the ground, but saw a figure flash, and the middle-aged warrior holding the gold coin blocked in front of the young magician very quickly, and waved his hand He casually extinguished Rex's magic bullet capable of crushing rocks. After glancing at him, he looked coldly at Mole in the audience and said, "We lost this game."