Main Text Volume Chapter 192: First Victory

The night fog was thick outside, and the place had already entered a deep sleep. But the underground market of Eternal Day was still very popular.

Especially under the Sky Tower, a bunch of people gathered in front of the big screen at the bottom of the tower, waiting for the battle schedule of the Death Level 3 tomorrow. Some of these people were low-level apprentices, and some were mortals. Mortals were purely running errands for the middle and high-level apprentices, recording meaningful matches and the players that these middle and high-level apprentices were paying attention to.

"I don't know if Hushen will have a match tomorrow. I really like his fighting style, handsome and low-key!"

"Low-key? Pretending to be blind and handsome is useless and meaningless. He can only be at the bottom of the third level of death."

"You talk as if you can beat Hushen. If you have the ability, go ahead."

"Anyway, I won't watch a match like Hushen, who is not on the list. It would be great if there are three list players tomorrow. I haven't seen a list match for a long time."

"List matches are promoted three days in advance. How can they suddenly fight?"

"Think about it, you're the only one who talks too much."

As the bell in the bell tower that resounded through the market was struck eight times, at 8 o'clock in the evening, the data on the big screen at the bottom of the tower was completely changed.

"It's out, tomorrow's match schedule!"

The new match schedule, the match at the top, is the match recommended by the organizer: "Tearer vs. Eternal Rest, the fifth match of the fifteenth floor."

"Today's recommended match is still not very good. The tearer is just a player at the back of the fifteenth floor ranking list. Who is Eternal Rest? I haven't even heard of his name."

"It's boring. The tearer will probably tear the opponent into pieces in less than a minute. This match is not worth watching."

The matches recommended by the organizer are almost impossible to watch. They can only look at the bottom of the screen to see if there are any matches worth watching.

"The match of the King of Sighs is worth watching, but his opponent is Lady Night Owl, and it looks like another one-sided match."

"The match between Gargoyle and Vampire is worth watching. Vampire is almost at the level of a third-level apprentice, which is several levels higher than Gargoyle, who is just entering the second-level apprentice. However, Vampire's fangs can hardly penetrate Gargoyle's Stone Skin Technique. There are checks and balances and highlights, which is worth paying attention to."

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

"There are no highlights in the fourteenth and fifteenth floors, let's take a look at the thirteenth floor."

"On the thirteenth floor, I'm looking forward to the fox shepherd, he's the most handsome, no doubt about it!"

"But the fox shepherd has no game tomorrow! Alas, there are not many games worth looking forward to on the thirteenth floor, even the top ten in the ranking list haven't played yet."

"Since the seeded players haven't played, you can pay attention to the newcomers. Look, this newcomer called Milk Baron, with zero points, dares to play against Wasteland Warriors and Dark Night Twilight at the same time!"

The woman who spoke pointed to the two games on the screen and said to her male companion.

"Fighting Wasteland Warrior in the morning and Dark Night Twilight in the afternoon? This new guy is good and has some courage, but unfortunately he is too arrogant. I guess the Wasteland Warrior alone can kill him. Dark Night Twilight earned 3 points for nothing."

"Who knows, I have a hunch that he might win."

"You are not a prophet or a astrologer, what intuition do you have? I tell you, it's just an illusion!"

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

"If this Milk Baron can win, I will strip naked and run naked in the Tree Spirit Court Square!"

The two people who were talking were obviously a couple, even when they were arguing, they were still arm in arm.

At this time, a gentle voice with a smile interrupted

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

The young couple turned their heads to look at the person who was speaking. The man frowned: "Who are you? Why do you say Milk Baron will win? Are you... the Milk Baron himself?"

"I'm not." The person who was speaking still had a smile in his voice and 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 Milk Baron will win." White Bear looked thoughtful: "Because, fate told me that he will not lose."

"Fate?" The man in the young couple sneered, "Another charlatan. Well, since you are so sure of fate and intuition, let's buy a ticket and see."

The young couple went to buy tickets for "Milk Baron vs. Wasteland Warriors", and White Bear also bought one. He clenched the ticket in his hand, and a firm expression flashed in his eyes.

"Fate tells me that my life is full of misfortunes, and only by taking the mortal path can I escape from the sea of ​​suffering."

"Fate tells me that the mortal path is difficult, and only by meeting..."

White Bear's voice gradually faded, but he could faintly hear that he was talking about someone who could change his life.

"This White Bear seems to be talking nonsense, could he really be a prophet?" The young couple looked at White Bear going away and whispered.

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

...

The Month of Rain passed, and the Month of Flowing Fire came.

Angel's match in the third level of death happened to be on the first day of the first ten days of the Month of Flowing Fire. If we ignore the time-day cycle and only correspond to the Earth civilization according to the month, this day is Children's Day on Earth. But in the wizarding world, this day is no different, but for 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 relies on and is closest to in his life is Leon. Now it is Leon's birthday, how can he not miss him.

It has been a year and a half since he left home. I think Leon has inherited the title and started to show his strength in Gru Town, right? The war with Hailan Country should be over, right?

I don't know when I can return to my hometown.

With this homesickness and faint longing, Angel came to the Sky Tower.

Perhaps because he played too many games, or because his brother's birthday distracted him, 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 his head showed the names of the two and the countdown.

Next to the name, there was the player's avatar. Angel's avatar was also engraved, but he was still wearing a hood and his real face could not be seen.

As for the avatar of the opponent "Wasteland Warrior", Angel didn't pay attention. Because the person was standing opposite him, it was better to look at the real person than the avatar.

"Milk Baron, others don't know you, but I happen to know you." Wasteland Warrior was a strong man wearing khaki armor: "You should know 'War Horn'."

"Hmm." Angel didn't know who the "War Horn" that Wasteland Warrior was talking about was, but he was the cold Milk Baron, so he didn't need to say too much.

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

When Wasteland Warrior said this, Angel also remembered the "War Horn", who seemed to be an apprentice of the prayer department on the eleventh floor, who relied on adding various states to himself to fight in close combat.

"I am very grateful that you didn't kill my teammate, so I will make an exception today and won't kill you." When Wasteland Warrior said this, it was as if he was granting Angel some kind of supreme honor.

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

The arrogant and cold Milk Baron still did not speak, but the little Angel in his heart was silently complaining: "Why does this guy talk so much? Instead of calling him the Wasteland Warrior, it is better to call him the 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, an ice wall to protect himself, and then retreated quickly, adding all kinds of defensive tricks.

The Nonsense Warrior on the opposite side did not move, and patted Angel's chest armor with a sense of superiority: "Come on, shoot at me! I dodge and I lose!"

Angel looked at the Nonsense Warrior, his eyes lit up! I wronged you, you are a real warrior!

I didn't expect that the Earth novel was honest with me, there really is such a brainless cannon fodder!

"Haha, I hope you keep your word." Angel's eyes curved into crescents with a smile. He was planning to use a secret weapon, but it seems that he doesn't need it.

Angell stretched out his hand, and the black robe rustled in the wind. The Wasteland Warrior could vaguely see the golden reflection in Angell's sleeve.

"Is this your crossbow? It's a pity that it can't break my defense!" The Wasteland Warrior was excited, and the blood of the fire salamander in his body was revealed. His originally strong body became stronger, and his skin was faintly covered with red blood.

"One may not work, but what about ten?" Angell didn't explain. He released not ten ordinary arrows, but ten magic pattern arrows!

Angell aimed at the Wasteland Warrior leisurely. Since the opponent was a stupid target, he had enough time to allocate the landing points of each magic pattern arrow.

Three frost magic patterns fell on his left side, forming a triangle. Even if he dodged, he would be frozen by the frost and then slide out of the field. Three flame magic patterns fell on his right side, lined up in a row. If he hid on the right side, three consecutive hits would be sure. Two armor-breaking and two sharp ones scattered to attack his body.

Angell smiled and calculated the direction and angle in his mind.

After confirming that it was correct, Angell kindly reminded: "Oh my god!"

Wasteland Warrior: "Come on, shoot it for me!"

The audience outside the venue was originally in a lively atmosphere, but suddenly fell silent at this time: Why does this conversation feel a little wrong?

The innocent Angell never thought about the dirty power in his words. After the Wasteland Warrior answered him, he nodded to the Wasteland Warrior very politely, then his eyes condensed, and ten magic pattern arrows shot at the same time!

The Wasteland Warrior originally planned to use the amazing defense of the Earth Fire Salamander to shock the ignorant Milk Baron. But when dealing with the hidden weapon, he suddenly felt a great sense of crisis!

No!

Beasts are born with a common omen of crisis, and wizards who have integrated into the blood of beasts naturally inherit this talent. At this time, the Wasteland Warrior only felt that there was a cloud full of thunder and lightning, covering him!

No matter which direction he ran, he could not avoid the lightning strike that was about to fall from the clouds!