City of Usher, the arena.

Today's "Fight of Ten Thousand Beasts" is small and many beasts. After the audience shouted out the title of the God of War, who had won the title for more than ten days, several people automatically gave in. The participants who stayed there were inexplicably.

I don’t know if there was a big rich man at the auction fair today, and the transaction volume was very considerable. In this way, the bonus to "Ten Thousand Beasts Fight" was very gratifying. Although it was not as high as the six-digit number in the rumored time, it was barely broken by five-digit number and was still considered a huge sum of money.

Everyone is equal before money.

The elf woman who received the most cheers naturally became a thorn in the eyes of others. While her first arrow flew out, the long-planned siege also rushed to her.

Some people with deep scheming were distracted and noticed the griffin that was shot on the forehead. Seeing that it was screaming, it was silenced and took a step back before it could even scream.

Compared to warriors who need to get close to each other, the first attack to reach the elves is naturally magical, or the same arrows.

Avoid these attacks with distinct trajectories and the elves will fall into the encirclement of melee professions, ensuring that her bow will never be pulled.

In the flash, the person who had checked his own tactics calmed down and turned the step of retreat into a accumulated murderous intent, and blasted it out again at the target.

"If I hadn't known that the Duke had negotiated with her, I would have thought that this was a deliberate killing against her."

"If you really trust that duke so much, you won't come to see him and don't tell her."

Nick didn't distract himself from Dion, stared at Nian who had not moved in the field, holding his hands in front of his chest, and the blue gem bracelet on his wrist was slightly shiny.

Without hearing Nick's rebuttal, Dion and Craft both raised their eyebrows unexpectedly, and suddenly realized that his comment just now was just because he was nervous and wanted to find something to say.

However, it is better to pretend not to know.

Also nervous, York, who was standing on Mrs. Morgan's back, although the things he was worried about were not quite the same as Nick.

"Will cy stand up like this, will it be too conspicuous? I heard that the people from the Holy Church also came to Usher a few days ago."

"The church church itself has enough trouble. It shouldn't be distracted from dealing with such a small character. Just see it."

York glanced at Dion: "Speak lightly, you're going to exchange your skin for a while."

As an elf who was also dyed, Alexander hid at home very consciously. Dion Good Luck unlocked a new skill to change his appearance, and was still wearing white skin to look for women everywhere.

"I'm not afraid of causing trouble, but from my personal aesthetic point of view, I prefer my original appearance." Dion touched his face and smiled.

"You guys are too noisy."

Nick raised his hand and stuffed several wind balls into the mouths of his group members. Craft, who had just spit out a puff of cigarette, was choked and covered his neck and coughed violently.

The few people who shut up turned their heads to look at the venue. Since Nick had the heart to pay attention to them, that's it

When he noticed the intentions of others on the scene, he made plans to counterattack every year.

She waited on the spot, then rushed forward against the direction of the long-range attack, flew out five arrows, and cleared out the mages with poor standing.

It is too sorry for their minds that they are destined to be despised by God, who are destined to be disliked by God.

The distance professions who were temporarily dispersed in their positions were put behind their heads, stopped every year and turned around, and smiled at the melee soldiers who were crowded with them because they wanted to siege her.

It seemed that they still disliked these strong soldiers not close enough, so they flew in the reverse whirlwind arrows and pinched these human flesh and flesh faces into a ball. The shadows of ice-blue arrows were shot out one after another, condensed into a clear icy trajectory in the air. It was not until the warrior with the highest resistance to magic was frozen into ice, and he stopped every year, leaving some recovery time for himself.

The moon spirit bow in her hand trembled gently, and the buzzing sound that fell into her ears was like some kind of soft melody. It flashed to the left every year, avoiding a flying ball of lightning again.

Every year, he turned his sight slightly, and a silent wind blade cut into her shoulder, whirling through her skin like a breeze, only taking away a little sweat.

The armor produced by the Duke is indeed the best, but I don’t know if there will be a chance to keep it in my hands afterwards.

Most of the people participating in the "Ten Thousand Beasts Fight" were solo tourists. The first wave of siege was their maximum cooperation. The subsequent attacks were relatively scattered. The tacit understanding that had been used with the advanced version of the Moon Spirit Bow for a long time was enough to make her notice the more difficult magic fluctuations. Those magic attacks that were less powerful and difficult to capture and distinguish could not break the defense of her clothes, so she was relieved to leave her back for those people to work hard.

“That’s it”

In the Duke's reception room, the knowledgeable white-robed priest couldn't help but speak and break the silence, very surprised.

"That seems to be the past"

The black-robed priest from the Temple of the True God suddenly found resonance with the enemy. He looked down and saw that the Duke was still full of the figure of the elf woman, and in his heart he doubled the value of the woman.

The city of Ershe was once the capital of a priest. The royal family of the priest had an anti-demon armor made of dragon skin made of the first elves. The king asked for the little princess at that time. However, after the fall of the priest, the royal family was extinct, so the whereabouts of this armor were unknown.

I had originally suspected that the Duke had some relationship with the original royal family, but now it seems that this suspicion can be fulfilled.

The priests of the Church were very nervous.

The reason why that priesthood fell and the blood of the royal family was that it angered the pope of the Church and reduced the "divine punishment". It was also because of the deterrence of the thunder wrath that the Church's reputation gradually surpassed the royal families of various priests and became the hidden ruler of the human race in the Gaia continent.

The black-robed priest proudly gave the white-robed priest a smirk and seriously admired the battle in the field - in fact, it was more like a unilateral massacre.

Wearing that dragon-skin soft armor, the elf woman could stand in place and treat the magic attack as a colorful shower. Even if she just turned her head slightly, it would be a blasphemy to the power of the armor.

But since the Duke doesn't think there is any problem, he should not be too enthusiastic as an audience member.

It is said that the armor was worn as underwear in the cover skirt. Now, the way to wear it is also very wonderful!

I still don’t know that every year I was wearing a lingerie and ran around, so I soon discovered the strength of the clothes on my body. I didn’t just stand on the spot as a target, but instead focused on practicing tacit understanding with Yue Ling bow.

The Moon Spirit Bow's perception of magic fluctuations is more like giving the user an intuition that is unknown every year. Sometimes it is right and sometimes it is wrong. Rarely the situation is clear and most of it is vague.

There are always fewer opportunities to be trained by so many mages, and the Duke will not let her disrupt the situation in the arena all day long. It is rare to have a good opportunity, so of course you have to make good use of it.

Every year, I looked at the large ice cube that was shining and emitting cold air not far away, and found the meaning of these training sessions. I took out a bone-white arrow from the quiver at my waist and put it on the string.

"Let's go, go back." Nick saw this and turned around and left the audience.

"What about us?"

The remaining few people looked at each other, but were soon swept away by the sudden strong wind.

Well, Nick said that he would wait for Cy to go back at home, so he had to cooperate with the leader's mood and go home obediently, and even pretend that he had never appeared in the arena.

When the arrow blows the ice into a shining shining fragment, the heart of the white-robed priest from the Church of the Holy Church completely sank into the sea, and prays to his god powerlessly in the darkness squeezed into despair.

This elf woman is obviously a member of the True God Temple. With the Duke's origin, he no longer expects to get the Duke's friendship, but only hopes that he will have the life to go back and sing praises to the Creation God.

However, thinking of the creepy tortures of the Church and the wailings on the wheel of death that he had seen with his own eyes, the priests were eager to cheer up again, looking for possible life-saving straws.

If the Duke was really the descendant of the royal family back then, this would be family hatred and national hatred, and it would be difficult to break through.

He now hopes that the elf woman can use love to warm the Duke's heart.
Chapter completed!