Realistic Game

"Start!"

A six-ring mage from the Mage Association was lost in thought looking at the one-ring spell model in front of him.

A model of a one-ring spell drawn with a few sheets of paper.

This spell model is very simple, the same as the questions of the original Mage Association recruitment exam.

The only difference is that the original enrollment exam questions included a complete process example, but this one did not.

It's just a model of a circle of spells, one sentence, and it's deduced upwards.

The disappearance of the sample questions directly makes the difficulty of the same question not on the same level.

In fact, there should be sample questions, and Mo Lan is indeed planning to communicate well, and come up with some genuine products to communicate, such as the coordinate system of the spell model, and for example, deduction and publicity.

But the move of the Royal Capital Association just now directly caused Mo Lan to give up this plan.

Isn’t it just shifting from the competition individual ability to the competition association background?

There are many spells in your association, and you can find similar spells for direct modification.

Then the foundation of my association is not bad. In the final analysis, this formula is also summed up by my association. It belongs to the foundation of the association. If your background is insufficient, then lose.

The mages of the Royal Capital Association were shielded and mentally shielded by Mo Lan, and Lu Bin who was on the field was shielded and mentally shielded by Errol to protect justice.

I saw Lu Bin quickly deduced it on the paper, and the mages of the Royal Capital Association wrote a little bit hard, and only wrote a little bit after thinking for a long time.

In fact, Errol asked him to prepare after determining the competition item, but it is a pity that the Mage Association has been discussing and summing up the formula for a long time day and night, how can he surpass it with casual preparation?

The result has been confirmed.

"time up!"

"The Mage Association deduced the score to be the fourth ring, and the Royal Capital Association deduced the score to be the second ring. The second round of the contest, the Master Association wins!"

"Now the score is one to one!"

"It's not fair, you are more familiar with the deduction spell model, we are not familiar with it."

The words of a mage from the Royal Capital Association made Mo Lan chuckle out of a chuckle, snarled at the man, and then said to Errol.

"Erol, are you serious?"

"Mo Lan, you got lucky once, don't be too proud of it too soon."

Errol's face remained unchanged, and the anxiety in his heart subsided. Although Mo Lan won a game, he still had confidence in himself.

"It's just one game, can't it be lost again?"

In addition to them on the field, the players off the field also cheered. In their opinion, Mo Lan represented the players at the moment, and winning the aboriginals was to win honor for them.

But there were also sour words on the forum.

"It's just a fluke."

"The third game must be lost."

"that is."

.........

"In the third game, the Mage Association wins!"

At the end of the third match in a flash, Errol's face was gloomy, but not desperate, amidst bursts of cheers.

"Mo Lan, don't be too happy, the fourth mage battle, the fifth guild leader battle, regardless of life or death, you...can't win."

As soon as Errol's voice fell, the audience was suddenly shocked, and then cheers rang out one after another.

They couldn't understand the previous competition, but now, the exciting is finally here, but compared to the aborigines, the player's expression is a bit strange.

"Uh, are you sure you want to fight me life and death, life or death?"

Mo Lan's face was also a little strange.

"If you are afraid, you can give up."

"Uh, uh, it's not a question of whether to be afraid or not. This question is very difficult to explain. It can only be said that we are all projectors, and we will be resurrected when we die. Are you sure you want to fight life and death?"

After Mo Lan finished speaking, he looked at Errol suspiciously.

"What's wrong with you, don't let me doubt your IQ, otherwise it will be bad if others say that I am forcibly lowering your intelligence."

Errol's heart suddenly stiffened when he heard the words, his mind cleared, and his heart suddenly reacted. The pressure from the Marquis of Morse and the pressure from the losing streak had made him confused, and his mind was a little awake.

After forcibly calming down, Errol found that he really said something stupid, but he didn't change his words. If the wizards in the association can compete in a safe situation, he might change his words, but it is useless to change his words. It is better to keep it. face.

As a six-ring mage, if you meet a mage whose strength is not as good as yours, you will not lose.

And if you meet someone of the same strength, except for the existence of a master, the same is the sixth ring, and it is impossible to intervene in the battle of the sixth ring mage, or to say that there is no ability to guarantee who will not die at the critical moment.

Those who can't die would never die, and no one can stop below the seventh ring.

And the highest of the Mage Association is only five rings, which makes him a little sure.

However, just because the Mage Association has the highest five rings, he dared to agree to the Mage War and the President's War, which made Errol more worried.

"We won't lose, so naturally we don't have to worry."

"If you are so confident, let's start, host."

Mo Lan nodded, and said nothing more.

The host immediately stepped forward upon hearing the words.

"In the fourth game, the master battle, the president can't go out, two wins in three rounds. From now on, I invite the first player from both sides to come out.

In addition, our non-projector viewers, please be prepared to defend against six-ring spells. During the next contest, the six-ring spells may immediately kill some lucky viewers.

If you don't have the strength to push the lid of the coffin open, please postpone it two hundred meters back to watch the game. In addition, please invite the audience who is still sitting over there.

Yes, yes, don’t look around, it’s you, don’t sit still stupidly, don’t think they are the same as you, you are all projectors on all sides, they are immortal, so they ignore me , But you will die, you are different. "

The aborigines stepped back two hundred meters one after another, and coupled with the hundreds of meters already available, a battlefield was freed up where they could fight wantonly.

A mage from the Royal Capital Association came on stage, and his eyes were full of coldness when he looked at Mo Lan and the others, revealing murderous intent.

Mo Lan glanced at him, turned his head and said to Zhang Guangmo.

"Guangmo, in the first game, he is a six-ring mage, but there is no need to put too much pressure. The six-ring mage has one sixth-ring spell, two fifth-ring spells, and four fourth-ring spells. For them, it is A few circles of spells can only exert the power of a few circles of spells.

So there are only seven spells that can pose a threat to you, and there are only three spells that you really can't resist, but there are not many.

Moreover, all these were originally from the background of a master of painting, although relying on the accumulation of a long time to reach the sky, he directly became a master of the sixth ring.

But in fact, there is no real strength of the Sixth Ring Mage. I even suspect that they have never experienced a real life and death battle of three. At most, they are only training grounds or mutual exchanges.

I don’t need to say more about the rest, right? Two plans for you~www.wuxiahere.com~ One, one fatal blow.

2. After defrauding advanced spells, one blow is fatal. "

"clear."

Zhang Guangmo nodded, carrying the thick and long silver-white staff in his hand, and walked onto the stage with an indifferent expression.

Mo Lan suddenly felt a little strange, and he was puzzled. .

"Hey, when did Guangmo take this stick so easily, did he recreate a lighter stick?"

When the mage on the stage saw Zhang Guangmo taking an iron rod onto the stage, he showed a mocking look, but when the host next to him shouted, the voice fell.

A wave of vindictive energy erupted from Zhang Guangmo, and the eruption with all his strength made him instantly turn into an afterimage and appear in front of the mages of the Royal Capital Association.

Mo Lan was suddenly startled when he saw it.

"Elite fighter?!"