Chapter 343 Lifting the Lid of My Coffin
"Second Elder!"
A group of people rushed forward, and Errol stared at Zhang Guangmo. Mo Lan stepped forward to block the eye contact between Zhang Guangmo and Errol.
"I didn't kill you, so I left you, the Second Elder, a breath of fresh air. As for the injuries to your eyes and neck, I think they shouldn't be difficult for you to handle, right?
No thanks, thanks?"
Errol glanced at the King's Capital Mage with a twisted neck and found that he was still alive. He turned to look at Zhang Guangmo and bowed slightly.
"Thank you for your mercy."
After saying this, he walked towards the fallen Second Elder with an expressionless face.
"The wizard who is not on the field casts a spell to heal him."
The magic lights flashed one after another, and soon the second elder woke up , looked around, and fainted again. This time, no matter how the spell was cast, he couldn't wake up.
"Take him back to the association to rest."
After the second elder left, Errol looked at the host, who immediately understood.
"Thank you for the wonderful battle that the two mages brought us just now. Both sides adhered to the spirit of competition first, friendship second... oh no, competition second, friendship first. The strong human touch was still retained on the battlefield, which was very touching... Now let's start the second game. Both mages are in place."
After the host made a long speech, the chief elder of the Royal Capital Association came on stage and looked at Mo Lan coldly.
Seeing this, Mo Lan turned his head to look 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, and Zhao Hua had to curl up slightly to lie down in it.
The surface of the black coffin is made of pure steel. There is no doubt about the lethality of the fine steel coffin. Once hit by it, it would probably be even more tragic than being hit by Zhang Guangmo's staff.
It is also worth mentioning that underneath the fine steel is a layer of black steel with gold patterns...
"Zhao Hua, I won't say much. This situation is probably similar to the previous one. The spell configuration of the spell slot must be flash, defense, and damage. The specific ratio is unclear. You have also watched the battle just now, so just make your own decision.
come on."
"Um."
Zhao Hua came on stage, and then everyone was stunned for a moment.
The first wizard just now was indeed outrageous, but at least what he was holding in his hand looked like a staff. Although most mages couldn't lift and certainly wouldn't use that outrageous staff, it was still a staff after all. But what about this one carrying a coffin?
Each one is weirder than the other. Why are they carrying coffins? Well, carrying a coffin is quite handsome, especially if the person is handsome.
"Are you planning to bury yourself directly with the coffin on your back ?
And you can move freely even with such a heavy coffin on your back. Are you a warrior?"
What!
The audience was instantly shocked. How could it be that all the people from a Mage Association are warriors?
Errol of the Royal Capital Association was also shocked. He began to have some doubts, especially when he thought that Mo Lan was the creator of the mage.
"Could it be that the real way to play a mage is to pair him with a warrior? Am I... taking the wrong path?"
I'm a little confused.
Zhao Hua ignored the others and smiled at the mage.
“He is indeed a warrior, but he is not as good as Elder Zhang just now. He is only at the third level at the moment.
Necromancer Zhao Hua, nice to meet you all! "
"Since you've already given your name, go die !"
Sixth-ring range attack spell: Tornado!
In just a moment, the storm had enveloped the area within a hundred meters centered on Zhao Hua. Sharp wind blades left deep marks on the ground, and everything within a hundred meters would be crushed to pieces.
The Great Elder learned from his previous lesson and used a six-ring range attack spell to cover the entire area, leaving Zhao Hua no chance at all.
In addition to this, his two fifth-ring spell slots were all adjusted to area attack spells.
As a fourth-ring mage, Zhao Hua cannot resist a sixth-ring range spell, and his only chance is to flash away.
At this moment, the Great Elder has already concentrated his mind, and the five-ring range attack spell and flash spell are ready to be used. As long as Zhao Hua uses the only flash spell, he will immediately follow up with the output and kill him.
This is what the great elder thinks, this is the power of a mage, no skills are needed, no combat experience is needed, no matter you are agile or slow, if I cannot hit you accurately, then I will use a range attack to smash you to death.
And at the same level, no profession can take on the entire set of skills of a mage at the same level, unless it is a mage of the same level who has memorized all defensive spells. Only the mage can stop the mage.
But Zhao Hua had disappeared in the tornado, leaving only a black coffin and the exclamations of the surrounding audience.
"Fuck, it's a slide!"
The Great Elder was silent, recalling that when he was casting the spell just now, Zhao Hua pushed open the coffin lid without saying a word, turned inside, and closed the coffin lid. The entire set of movements was smooth and there was no delay at all, as if he had practiced it thousands of times.
This coffin was actually prepared for him.
"Huh, so what if I hide in a coffin? I'll just break the coffin along with it."
As soon as he finished speaking, he pressed down with his hand, and the coverage of the tornado instantly shrank, covering the coffin.
One after another, green wind blades that seemed to have condensed into substance fell on the coffin, leaving knife marks.
The wind blade formed by the six-ring range attack spell can cut through gold and jade with ease, and even fine steel cannot withstand it.
But under the attack of the spell, a layer of shallow knife marks appeared on the surface of the coffin, but none of them were deep, just like scratches on the skin.
The Great Elder frowned, and the wind blade cut and strangled frantically. The fine steel wrapped on the surface was directly crushed, exposing the gold-patterned black steel inside. The wind blade could no longer leave the slightest scratch on it.
When the gold-patterned black steel was exposed, Errol and Marquis Morse were immediately shocked.
"Elemental metal!"
The two men stood up suddenly and spoke in unison.
Marquis Morse sat down slowly, expressionless, and it was unknown what he was thinking about.
The two of them did not affect the battle, but made Mo Lan a little more cautious, and the battle continued.
The Great Elder also recognized the elemental metal, and his expression changed slightly.
At this time, the black steel coffin with golden patterns had rolled many times, but under the deliberate control of the great elder, it did not fly far and was firmly pressed within the range of the spell attack.
The black steel box with golden patterns was intact, but the ground was worn away, leaving a large pit. The black steel box with golden patterns was in the middle of the pit. At this time, the effect of the tornado had passed and the spell dissipated.
Squeak!
The lid of the black steel coffin with golden patterns was slowly pushed open, and a chilling aura spread out from inside, instantly permeating the entire field, burning and corroding all the mental energy covering the field, which was instantly retracted.
The Great Elder secretly thought that something was not right and was about to cast a spell to blow away the deathly aura. But before he could do anything, an invisible and intangible wolf howl that existed only in the spiritual world made his whole body stiffen, and his mental strength and soul were impacted.
A giant wolf with its entire skeleton covered in black steel with golden patterns slowly stepped out of the coffin. The size of the coffin slowly grew larger and became more than ten meters long. Standing on the field, it made people breathless, and it howled to the sky.
