Warhammer Wizard

In the Phoenix Arena, Ren was suspended in mid-air.

He replaced the Titan Power Armor with Mithril Light Armor, revealing his face, his expression still calm and determined, holding the hammer of thunder and lightning in his hand, the hammer head throbbed with lightning, and the blood-red cloak unfolded behind him, making a hunting sound.

His invincible demeanor made him seem to be shrouded in an indescribable light.

People are all fascinated.

This epic heroic scene is imprinted in my mind, and I am afraid I will never forget it for the rest of my life.

"Wow..."

"Speaker Ren, the invincible hand under the Holy Spirit!"

After a few seconds of silence, the entire arena was boiling. Tens of thousands of spectators were so excited that they couldn't help shouting loudly, cheering for the young hero of the empire.

On the high platform of the ten towers, even the legends of the major floating cities and academies are in awe of Ren's strength.

Although Ren was known to be invincible under the Holy Spirit before that, most legendary wizards scoffed. Mark is indeed the pinnacle of the nineteenth-level legend, but he is just a Julu warrior. What qualifications does he have to compare with a wizard?

It's a joke to say that the Holy Spirit is invincible after defeating a Mark.

Until now, Renn has defeated three powerful Nether elders in a row, proving his strength and earning that title, and no one doubts it anymore.

Everything that happened today will surely spread throughout the empire and go down in history!

"Ren Augustus!"

"Ren Augustus!"

"Ren Augustus!"

Gradually, the audience shouted out Ren's full name neatly, resounding through the sky, spread beyond the arena and the academy, and even heard it in the city of Bluwarts, which was several miles away, surprising hundreds of thousands of citizens.

Ren stopped in midair and spread out his hands, a faint smile appeared on his face, triggering even more enthusiastic shouts.

He enjoyed the moment of glory that everyone watched.

In the pit on the ground, Elder Halava woke up with severe pain in his head. He heard countless people shouting Ren's name, and his vision was a little blurry.

When his eyesight recovered, he looked up and saw Ren in the sky.

It was noon at this time, and the sunlight of early autumn was still very strong. Renn in mid-air just blocked the sun, and the light behind him set off him extremely tall. The sound made him a little ecstatic.

"I'm not dead..."

Harawa's headache eased a little, and he said to himself, "He's showing mercy."

After the fight just now, he knew very well how terrifying Renn's power was. Even if he had a body of steel, pulsation of the earth, and various means of protection, his head would not be able to withstand Ren's legendary strength.

If Ren made a full shot, his head would have been blown off.

Even though he was prepared to sacrifice in advance, Harawa felt a burst of joy in his heart. No one wanted to die, and the longer he lived, the more he would cherish his life.

He has lived for more than 700 years, and he knows very well how precious life is. Who doesn't want to live longer?

lifespan...

Harawa muttered to himself in a low voice, a flash of light flashed in his mind, and a bit of surprise appeared in his eyes, as if everything could be explained.

"I see."

His mind moved slightly, and the demon souls of the Beastmaster Goron and the Deer Head Spirit were possessed, the arterial movement took effect, and the power of the earth on the back flowed into the body continuously, inspiring the deer head spirit's eighth-level self-healing, the head and right leg. The trauma healed quickly, and the severe injury returned to its original state in seconds.

Halava slowly stood up from the pit, put away the black giant sword that fell not far away, and flew to Renne.

The audience's shouts were lowered.

"Thank you." Before the noise had completely subsided, Halava raised his hand to pretend to wipe the blood off his head, covered his mouth with a wide cuff, and quickly whispered: "I'll go back to Netzer to investigate secretly, and wait for my news. , you don't have to be provocative."

After speaking, he directly teleported back to the west tower, comforted the depressed but happy Nether wizard, and sat down into silence.

The audience couldn't understand why Elder Halawa didn't even have a scene to say a word?

Everyone looked at Ren eagerly, expecting him to continue to challenge, but there was an elder Nether on the west tower.

Elder Ksnyder immediately became the focus of the audience.

Although he has lived for hundreds of years, his strength is strong, his fame and status are very high in Floating Void City, and he has seen too many storms in his life, but being stared at by tens of thousands of people, Ren also cast his eyes on him, making his scalp numb. , my heart shuddered.

He is a nineteenth-level wizard. He has not yet reached the peak, and his strength is far inferior to Elder Halava, similar to Kuitu and Inora.

Moreover, he is also an ice elementalist, who is good at high-level powerful spells and control, and is completely restrained by Rennes.

If you play, there will be a dead end.

But if you don't respond to Ren's challenge, your life will be ruined.

The other three elders all came on stage, and he was the only one who flinched and timid.

Just as Ksnyder was struggling, Ren suddenly flew out of the infield and returned to the eastern tower.

He did not challenge again!

"what?"

"Why don't you continue? There's another elder in Nether!"

Tens of thousands of spectators were full of disappointment, whispering and discussing with their friends in their seats. No one wanted this once-in-a-century drama to come to an end. Some even shouted loudly, hoping that Rennes would challenge again.

Only Ksnyder was ecstatic in his heart and secretly relieved, but he didn't dare to show it.

"Niser, it's all trash!"

Suddenly, a harsh shout came from the auditorium below, causing the faces of Ksnyder and Nether wizards to freeze.

"Niser, it's all trash..."

I don’t know who led the way, and some daring audience members also started booing. At first, it was just sporadic mixed in the noise. Gradually, more and more people followed, and they became more and more tidy. The effect finally suppressed all the sounds.

In the end, tens of thousands of audience members shouted in unison: "Nise, they are all trash!"

The Nether wizards blushed and couldn't even lift their heads.

"Damn it! These people think they are all Ren* Augustus?" Ksnyder's face was ashen, and he wanted to take action immediately. He picked out the guys who took the lead and killed them directly, but found that tens of thousands of people were yelling. , I have no idea who is making trouble.

He looked at the other two elders.

Inora has just been resurrected and has not yet gotten rid of the shadow of death, so she is a little absent-minded.

Elder Halawa remained silent again, as if he hadn't heard these insults.

"What should I do?" asked a legendary junior wizard who was leading the team. He was so anxious and angry that he was scolded to the point of jumping.

Wizard Nether looked at Elder Ksnyder. Obviously, everyone had the idea to challenge him, but they didn't dare to say it, because it was like asking the elder to die.

Ksnyder hesitated to speak, but in the end he didn't have the courage to say that.

"Alas..." Some Nether wizards sighed in a low voice.

"Silence!"

A gentle yet majestic voice rang in everyone's ears, echoed in the arena, and overwhelmed the neat scolding.

The image in the sky was also switched to the northern tower, showing the teachers and students of Bluwarts College.

Standing at the front is Dean Sabra.

His expression was very serious, and he continued: "Everyone, please give due respect to Nether Floating City and Master Ogulevi. The magic duel is over, and no one is allowed to disrupt the flow of this exchange competition. Now I announce... …”

Sabra was still speaking on the stage, and an extraordinary person below shouted loudly: "Your Excellency President, respect is earned by one's own strength, not given by others..."

"That's it!"

"Let Speaker Ren and Elder Nether come on, we're going to watch the magic duel, it's much better than the game!"

"We're going to watch a duel!"

Some excited audience members protested loudly, and some even incited the audience around them to shout together.

"To shut up!"

Sabra scolded, and a burst of magical aura swept across the arena. Tens of thousands of spectators found themselves hit by silence, and they tried their best to open their mouths but couldn't make any sound.

Those protesting superhumans were swept away by the white light and disappeared instantly.

They were all forced to teleport out of the arena.

The restless auditorium immediately quieted down, and no one dared to offend Dean Sabra again. His slow eyes swept across the audience, and many of the audience who had performed too much just now felt like they were on their backs.

"This kind of breath..."

Some legendary legends with keen perception were puzzled, and they noticed that Dean Sabra was different, and it seemed that his strength was not limited to the peak of legends.

On the tower to the southwest, Hestaff suddenly opened his eyes, his dark eyes full of surprise.

His wife Laila is also watching the high platform where the Blue Academy is located.

"Sabra has been promoted?"

Hasstaff sent a magical message to his wife in his heart, with an unsure tone.

As one of several legendary peaks in the empire most likely to be promoted to the Holy Spirit, he is no stranger to Sabra, and can even be said to be relatively familiar. The two are the deans of the three major colleges of the empire, and they are both legendary peaks, and they have been secretly competing for hundreds of years.

Sabra is a shape-shifting wizard, and a shape-shifting wizard has never had a holy soul. This is a path that no one has explored before.

Therefore, Hasstaff always believed that he had a better chance of promotion, at least earlier than Sabra.

But now things seem to have changed.

"It should be promoted, even if it hasn't, it's definitely not far away." Laila observed for a few seconds, couldn't help feeling envious, and responded in her heart: "The thirteenth Holy Soul Wizard will soon appear in the empire!"

She is also one of the most promising legends in the empire to be promoted to the Holy Spirit. She has gone farther than her husband, and is the goddess's elector.

Hasstaff let out a sigh, full of mixed emotions.

Among the legendary wizards in the stands of other towers, very few people noticed Sabra's abnormality, and their expressions became a little strange.

On the eastern tower, Speaker Ronnie took his gaze away from Dean Sabra, turned to Ren, and cast a questioning look.

Ren nodded slightly to confirm.

Speaker Ronnie shuddered slightly, envy and admiration, and soon regained his calm and self-confidence.

Dean Sabra showed a little bit of strength, and immediately shocked everyone. Then he nodded with satisfaction and said loudly: "Now, the exchange competition officially begins. On the first day of the competition, the junior group drew the first place. A group of signed wizards, please prepare to play, you have five minutes to prepare, if the timeout is not reached, it will be regarded as giving up."

As soon as the voice fell, the name of the wizard who was about to appear was listed on the video screen in the sky.

The rules of each exchange competition are roughly the same.

According to the strength of the participating wizards, they are divided into elementary group, middle-level group and high-level group. The primary group has the largest number of people, followed by the intermediate group, and the advanced group the least.

Each group is drawn by lot, and the wizards and warlocks are randomly divided into eight groups.

Then the contestants in the group will play each other in turn. The winner will get three points, the loser will get zero points, and each tie will get one point. After ten rounds of matches, the eight players with the highest points will advance to the knockout round.

In the knockout rounds, there will be no more groups, and the opponents will be randomly assigned by drawing lots again.

There are three games between the two opponents. The first to win two games is promoted to the next round, and the loser is eliminated until the final four and the champion of this group are determined.

Three champions were born in one exchange competition.

The first competition today is the junior group. Because the junior group has the largest number of people, there are more than 1,000 people signing up. Therefore, the first three days are all the preliminary group competitions, and some intermediate and advanced groups are interspersed during this period. Group, it will take about ten days before and after to enter the knockout round, and the game will also look good.

Following the order of Dean Sabra, criss-crossing light curtains fell on the arena, dividing the field into nine pieces as a battle arena.

For the wizards and warlocks of the junior group, they don't need a lot of space. A ring of 780 square meters is more than enough.

At the foot of the infield shield, open four entrances.

Thousands of junior wizards and warlocks came on stage, gathered under the ring where they were, and looked at each other's opponents.

Each arena has a legendary wizard sitting in charge, acting as a referee, while ensuring safety.

Under the maintenance of the teachers and students of Bluewarts College and the holy swordsmen, the entire arena is in good order, and the young spellcasters will soon play against each other. Go, have a great time playing.

The scene also looked quite lively.

Some of the more exciting battles were projected into the sky, allowing the audience to see it more clearly.

However, I just watched the magic showdown between the three legendary peaks. These spellcasters with only the highest level of three played against each other, and it felt like child's play. A beginner spellcaster can only master first- and second-level spells. After a long time of casting spells, only one ice spear or a hypnotism was thrown, which was a big disappointment.

There is no difference without comparison.

Thinking of the previous three battles, that scene, that momentum, that spell colliding, that force collided, the audience was immediately dull.

Many audience members were absent-minded, kept yawning, and some even left the stage early.

The time of the legends is very precious. The battles of these elementary spellcasters are inconspicuous at all. On the tower, except for the legend who led the team, everyone else left early after watching it for a while.

The four Nether elders teleported and disappeared one after another, leaving two legendary beginners to take care of them.

Seeing this, Renne got up and said hello to Speaker Ronnie, then opened an arbitrary door and walked in. As soon as he left, more viewers couldn't sit still, and soon a large number of people left the stage. They were eager to go back and show off the legendary stories they witnessed today to their family and friends.

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