Chapter 341 Elite Warrior? !
"start! "
A sixth-ring mage from the Mage Association looked at the first-ring spell model in front of him and fell into deep thought.
It took several sheets of paper to draw a first-level spell model.
This spell model is very simple, and is the same as the one in the original Mage Association recruitment exam.
The only difference is that the original recruitment exam included a complete example question, but this one does not.
It's just a first-level spell model. In a word, it's deduced upwards.
The disappearance of example questions directly makes the difficulty of the same question completely different.
There should actually be example questions, and Mo Lan did intend to have a good discussion, and bring out some real stuff to share, such as the spell model coordinate system and the derivation public announcement.
But the actions of the Royal Capital Association just now made Mo Lan give up this plan.
Isn’t it just a shift from competing in personal ability to competing in association’s foundation?
Your association has many spells and sufficient foundation, so you can find similar spells and modify them directly.
Then the foundation of my association is not bad. After all, this formula was summarized by my association and belongs to the foundation of the association. If you don’t have enough foundation, then you lose.
The mages of the Royal Capital Association were given shields and mental shielding by Mo Lan, and Lu Bin who came on the field was given shields and mental to ensure fairness.
I saw Lu Bin quickly deducing on the paper, while the magician from the Royal Capital Association wrote down a little bit with difficulty, thinking for a long time before writing a little.
Actually, Errol had asked him to prepare after deciding on the competition items. Unfortunately, the Mage Association had spent a lot of time discussing and summarizing the formulas day and night. How could he surpass them with just casual preparation?
The result is determined.
“Time’s up!”
"The Mage Association's deduction result is four rings, and the King's Capital Association's deduction result is two rings. In the second round of the competition, the Mage Association wins!"
"The score is now one to one!"
"It's not fair. You are more familiar with the deductive spell model, but we are not."
The words of a wizard from the Royal Capital Association made Mo Lan burst out laughing. He stuck out his lips at the man and then said to Errol.
"Errol, are you serious?"
"Mo Lan, you were lucky enough to win once, don't get complacent too soon."
Errol's expression remained unchanged and the uneasiness in his heart subsided. Although Mo Lan won a game, he still had confidence in himself.
"It's just one loss, can't we lose this one 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 against the natives would bring glory to them.
However, there were also some sour words on the forum.
"It was just a fluke."
"The third game is bound to be a loss."
"that is."
…
"In the third match, the Mage Association wins!"
In a flash, the third match ended. Amidst cheers, Errol's face was gloomy, but not desperate. He looked at Mo Lan sinisterly.
"Mo Lan, don't be happy too soon. This is the fourth wizard battle and the fifth guild leader battle. Regardless of life or death, you... can't win."
As soon as Errol finished speaking, the audience was shocked and cheers broke out one after another.
They couldn’t understand the previous competitions, but now the excitement has finally arrived, but compared to the natives, the players’ expressions are a bit strange.
"Um, are you sure you want to fight me to the death, regardless of life or death?"
Mo Lan's expression also looked a little strange.
"If you're scared, you can give in."
"Uh, it's not a question of whether or not you're afraid. This question is hard to explain. All I can say is that we're all projectors, and we'll all be resurrected if we die. Are you sure you want to fight to the death?"
Mo Lan said and looked at Errol suspiciously.
"There's something wrong with you. Don't make me doubt your IQ. Otherwise, it would be bad if others say that I forcibly lowered your intelligence."
Errol's heart froze when he heard that, and then his mind became clear. He immediately realized that the pressure from Marquis Morse and the pressure from the losing streak had made him confused, and his mind was not clear enough.
After forcing himself to calm down, Errol realized that he had indeed said something stupid, but he did not change his words. If he could allow the mages in the association to compete in safety, he might have changed his words, but it was a pity that changing his words was useless, so it was better to save face.
As a six-ring mage, if he meets a mage who is weaker than himself, he will not lose.
And if you meet someone with the same strength, except for a master-level existence, you will not be able to intervene in the battle between six-ring mages, or you will not be able to ensure that no one dies at the critical moment.
Those who won’t die won’t die, and no one can stop those who are going to die below the seventh ring.
The highest level in the Mage Association is only five rings, which makes him feel somewhat confident.
However, because the highest rank in the Mage Association is five rings, and they still dare to agree to the Mage Battle and the President Battle, Errol had some concerns.
"We won't lose, so there's nothing to worry about."
"If you are so confident, then let's get started, host."
Mo Lan nodded and said nothing more.
Upon hearing this, the host immediately stepped forward.
"The fourth match is a wizard match. The guild leader cannot leave the stage. It's a best-of-three match. Let's start now. Please invite the first player from both teams to come on stage.
In addition, all of our non-projector audiences please be prepared to defend against six-ring spells. During the competition, six-ring spells may be cast and kill some lucky audience members.
If you don't have the strength to push open the coffin lid, please move back two hundred meters and watch the game. Also, please ask the spectator who is still sitting over there.
Yes, yes , don't look around, I'm talking about you, don't sit there like an idiot, don't think they are the same as you, you are surrounded by projectors everywhere, they are immortal, so they ignore me, but you will die, you are different."
The natives retreated two hundred meters one after another, and with the several hundred meters of space that already existed, a battlefield was created where they could fight freely.
A wizard from the Royal Capital Association came on the stage, looking at Mo Lan and the others with cold eyes and murderous intent.
Mo Lan glanced at him, then turned and said to Zhang Guangmo.
"Guangmo, you go in the first match. He is a sixth-ring mage, but don't be too stressed. A sixth-ring mage has one sixth-ring spell, two fifth-ring spells, and four fourth-ring spells. For them, a spell can only exert the power of a spell of the same ring as its own.
Therefore, there are only seven spells that can pose a threat to you, and there are only three spells that you are truly unable to resist, which is actually not many.
Moreover, all of them were just painted mages before, but they relied on their long-term accumulation to reach the top and directly became six-ring mages.
But in reality they don't have the true strength of a six-ring mage. I even suspect that they have never experienced a true life-and-death battle. At most, it's just a training ground or a competition between each other.
I don't need to say much about the rest, right? Here are two plans for you.
1. A fatal blow.
Second, after deceiving the high-level spell, a fatal blow will be delivered. "
"clear."
Zhang Guangmo nodded, holding a thick silver-white staff in his hand, and walked onto the stage with an indifferent expression.
Mo Lan suddenly felt a little strange and doubtful.
"Hey, Guangmo, when did you find it so easy to lift this stick? Did you make a lighter stick?"
The mage on the stage immediately showed a mocking look when he saw Zhang Guangmo carrying an iron rod on the stage, but when the host next to him shouted "start", he stopped talking.
A burst of fighting spirit burst out from Zhang Guangmo, and the burst of all his strength made him instantly turn into an afterimage and appear in front of the mage of the Royal Capital Association.
The moment Mo Lan saw it, he was startled.
"Elite fighter?!"
