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"Second Elder!"

A group of people rushed up, and Errol stared at Zhang Guangmo, Mo Lan stepped forward to block Zhang Guangmo and Errol from looking at each other.

"I didn't kill you, I left a sigh for the two elders. As for the eye and neck injuries, I don't think it is difficult for you to deal with it?

No thanks thanks? "

Errol glanced at the Royal Capital Mage with a distorted neck. The breath of life was indeed still there. He turned to look at Zhang Guangmo, arching his hand slightly.

"Thank you for your mercy."

After finishing talking, the second elder who walked to the ground without expression.

"The mage who is not on the field casts spells on him."

The magic light gleamed one after another. After a while, the second elder woke up, looked around, and fainted again. No matter how the spell was cast this time, he couldn't wake up.

"Take him back to the association to recuperate."

The second elder left, Errol looked at the host, and the host immediately understood.

"Thank you for the wonderful battle brought by the two mages just now. Both sides are adhering to the game first and friendship first... Oh no, adhering to the spirit of second in the game and friendship first, and still retain a strong on the battlefield. The human touch is very touching... Now we will start the second scene, and the dual method masters are in place."

After the host talked about a big call, the Grand Elder of the Royal Capital Association came directly and looked at Mo Lan coldly.

Seeing this, Mo Lan turned his head and looked at Zhao Hua. At this moment, Zhao Hua was carrying a black coffin that was slightly smaller than the normal size. It was about the same height as Zhao Hua himself. Zhao Hua had to curl up slightly when he lay in.

The surface of the black coffin is made of pure steel, and the steel coffin has no doubt about its lethality. Once it is hit, it will probably be worse than being hit by Zhang Guangmo's staff.

It is also worth mentioning that under the cover of stainless steel is a layer of black steel with gold patterns...

"Zhao Hua, I won't say much. This situation is probably the same as the situation just now. The spell configuration of the spell slot must be flash, defense, and damage. The specific ratio is not clear. You have also seen the battle just now. Just grasp it yourself.

come on. "

"Ok."

Zhao Hua played, and then everyone stayed for a while.

The first mage just now is indeed outrageous, but what he holds in his hand barely resembles a wand, although most wizards can’t hold it and certainly won’t use that outrageous wand, but it’s still a wand after all. What is the coffin?

One is more weird than the other, and what kind of coffin is on his back, eh, but it’s pretty handsome to carry a coffin, especially when people are handsome.

"Do you plan to bury yourself directly after carrying a coffin?

And you can move freely with such a heavy coffin. Are you a fighter again? "

What!

The audience was shocked in an instant, why are you a member of the Mage Association who came out to be all fighters?

And Errol of the Royal Capital Association was also shocked. He had some doubts, especially when he thought that Mo Lan was the creator of the wizard.

"Is it possible that matching fighters is the real way for a mage to play, I...wrong?"

Just a little silly.

Zhao Hua ignored the others and smiled at the mage.

"It's indeed a soldier, but it's no better than the elder Zhang just now, and currently it's only Tier 3.

Necromancer Zhao Hua, have seen you all! "

"Since the name has been reported, go to death!"

Six-ring range attack spell·Tornado Storm!

In just an instant, the storm enveloped a 100-meter radius centered on Zhao Hua, and the sharp wind blades left deep marks on the ground, and everything within a 100-meter range would be shattered.

The Great Elder learned the previous lesson and directly used the six-ring range attack spell to cover the attack, without giving Zhao Hua the slightest chance.

In addition, his two five-ring spell slots have all been adjusted to range attack spells.

As a four-ring mage, Zhao Hua couldn't resist spells in the six-ring range. His only chance was to flee.

At this moment, the great elder was already focused, and the five-ring range attack spell and flashing technique were already ready to be used. As long as Zhao Hua used the only flashing technique, he would immediately follow the output and kill him.

This is the idea of ​​the great elder, this is the power of the mage, without any skill, without any combat experience, whether you are flexible or slow, I can't accurately hit you, then use a range attack to kill you.

And the same level, no profession can eat a complete set of skills of the same realm mage, unless it is a mage of the same level and all memorizing defensive spells, only a mage can block a mage.

But Zhao Hua in the tornado storm has disappeared, leaving only a dark coffin and the exclamation of the surrounding audience.

"Fuck it, sliding cover!"

The elder was silent, recalling that when he had just cast the spell, Zhao Hua pushed open the lid of the coffin without saying a word, turned around, closed the lid of the coffin, a whole set of movements flowed smoothly, without any lag, as if he had practiced it thousands of times.

This coffin was actually prepared for himself.

"Huh, what about hiding in the coffin, then break it with the coffin."

As soon as the voice fell, his hand pressed down, and the coverage of the tornado storm shrank instantly and enveloped the coffin.

One after another, the cyan wind blades that seemed to be solidified fell on the coffin one after another, and a series of knife marks appeared.

The six-ring range attack spell forms the wind blade cutting gold and breaking jade easily, and even the stainless steel can't resist it.

But under the attack of the spell, a layer of shallow knife marks appeared on the surface of the coffin, but there was no deep, just like a scratch on the skin.

The great elder frowned, and the wind blade cut and strangled frantically. The fine steel wrapped on the surface was directly shredded, exposing the gold-grained black steel in it, and the wind blade could no longer leave the slightest scratch on it.

When the gold-grained black steel was exposed, Errol and the Marquis of Morse were immediately shocked.

"Elemental Metal!"

The two stood up abruptly and said in unison.

The Marquis of Morse sat down slowly, expressionless, not knowing what he was thinking.

The two of them did not affect the battle, UU reading www. Uukanshu.com just kept Mo Lan a little bit more concerned, and the battle continued.

The elder also recognized elemental metals, and his face suddenly changed slightly.

At this time, the golden black steel coffin had already rolled many circles, but under the deliberate control of the great elder, it didn't fly far, and it was firmly within the range of the spell's attack.

The gold-patterned black steel box was intact, but the ground was thinned, and a large pit appeared. The gold-patterned black steel box was in the middle of the pit. At this time, the effect of the tornado storm had passed and the spell dissipated.

Hey!

The gold-patterned black steel coffin lid was slowly pushed open, and a cold breath spread inside, instantly spreading across the court, causing all the mental power covering the playing field to be burned and corroded, and was instantly retracted.

The great elder secretly made a bad sound, and immediately cast a spell to blow away the death aura, but before he did it, the invisible and intangible wolf roar, which only existed in the spiritual interface, made him stiff, and his mental strength and soul were shocked.

A giant wolf with a whole body of bones wrapped in gold-patterned black steel stepped out of the coffin slowly. The size of the coffin when it came out slowly grew, becoming a full dozen meters long, standing on the field, letting People can't breathe, it screams against the sky.