Ma Yingjie got out of the arena and looked at how many people were already in the audience. It seemed that he was still not fast enough. These people came out earlier than him, but that was good. At least others wouldn't pay too much attention to him.
Seeing that there was an old acquaintance next to him, Leng Lengyue from the Blood Moon Guild, Ma Yingjie had the urge to go forward and chat. Leng Lengyue was not bad, and judging from the time she came out, she should be a master.
.Now that the girls are playing so well, Ma Yingjie only found a withered redbud flower.
As if she noticed someone looking at him, Leng Lengyue looked back at Ma Yingjie, nodded in a friendly manner to Ma Yingjie, and continued to watch the game, leaving Ma Yingjie, who was about to strike up a conversation, to be rejected.
Forget it, let's just watch the competition. If you know yourself and your enemy, you will never be in danger.
Not far from the stands, two warrior players are fighting guerrillas. You cut me, and I stab you. Then they each step back a few steps, walk around in circles for a while, wait for their health to be full, and then continue to move forward.
The harsh words made Ma Yingjie feel very speechless. He couldn't understand how they could persist at this level.
"Wow."
After playing Tai Chi for a long time, most of the other people had finished competing. One of the warriors blinked at the player opposite and looked at the player with a knife.
Before the blade reached his body, the player flew backwards and fell on the edge of the arena. The guy opened his eyes and looked around. He was not far from the bottom, and he rolled over and rolled off the arena.
"Hey!" The victorious warrior put on a cool pose in the arena and shouted.
This classic flop shocked Ma Yingjie, could MD still play like this?
Ma Yingjie paid close attention to the two players. After a while, the two of them came together and patted their chests and gave thumbs up. Then Ma Yingjie clearly saw the winning player stuffing something into the flopping warrior.
Ma Yingjie didn't know exactly what it was, but looking at the size, it shouldn't be equipment. After the player who flopped took it, he smiled meaningfully at the soldier. It turned out to be a ceremonial exchange.
After resting for a while, the second round of drawing began. This time Ma Yingjie was very unlucky and got a number of forty-four. (There were a hundred people in total. After the last competition, fifty people were eliminated.
Fifty numbers now!)
Following the guidance of the beautiful NPC, Ma Yingjie found Arena No. 22. The huge arena was empty. After Ma Yingjie waited for a while, a mage wearing a red robe walked in from the opposite side.
The mage has long noodle-like hair and a pale face, giving him the image of a vampire in the movie.
The robe on his body was obviously fire-attributed equipment at a glance. The identity of the cool guy in front of him was self-evident. He definitely believed in different gods than Ma Yingjie. Ma Yingjie believed in Satan, while this mage believed in fire.
god.
"Hello, my friend, my name is God, and my profession is a fire mage. Please take care of me later." Before the time came, the mage opposite began to make a friendly introduction to Ma Yingjie, but the name was really a bit ridiculous.
, why not call him Satan?
"Ahem, hello, my dear friend, my name is Shadow, and my profession is a necromancer." Ma Yingjie added the word "friend" after his name, otherwise he would not be able to speak.
The devil Lucifer is above me, I really have no idea of having an affair with God.
"Necromancer. Are you the hidden professional necromancer?" After hearing Ma Yingjie's self-introduction, God thought for a while, then looked at Ma Yingjie unwillingly with a frustrated look on his face.
"That's right." Ma Yingjie said with a smile to the fire mage. If someone respects you, you should give them a foot in return, and vice versa. Of course, Ma Yingjie is also familiar with the saying that you don't hit someone with a smiling face.
"I didn't wash my feet when I went out today. It's really unlucky. I originally wanted to be among the top 100 and get a reward for fun, but now that I meet you, it seems there is no hope." The fire mage sighed and said dejectedly.
, he had watched the video of Ma Yingjie snatching the Golden Scorpion King a few days ago, and he had no chance against Ma Yingjie.
"Haha, this is random and I can't help it. Brother, you are unlucky. Master Wang's smiley face destroyed his opponent. If he accumulates some points, please judge him where he is - Dark Judgment."
"Hey, I don't have any ideas now. I just hope you don't make me look too ugly later." The fire mage said in a disappointed tone. People are like this. They are full of courage to face those who are stronger than themselves.
But facing someone whose grade is much lower, you simply don’t have the courage to speak of it.
"If it wasn't allowed now, I would definitely buy you a cup of coffee." Ma Yingjie joked with a smile, tapping the Devil May Cry staff rhythmically in his hand.
"It's not necessary to drink coffee, but there will be a chance after drinking. Don't let the shadow brothers come then." The fire mage seemed to have figured it out and said nonchalantly.
"Definitely." Ma Yingjie liked the generous man, so he had a good impression of this God.
"Shadow, you add me as a friend, but I can't add you."
"Ahem, okay." Ma Yingjie casually sent out a friend application. His own friend application was closed, and he could not be contacted except by his friends.
I quickly received a system prompt.
System prompt: The other party has successfully added you as a friend.
Just as they were about to speak, the system rang again, indicating that the countdown to the game had begun, and both of them chose to stop talking.
God looked at Ma Yingjie sheepishly and said, "Brother, just wait and see. Don't let me step down too early, otherwise my prestige as the president of the guild will be wiped out among the guild members."
"Of course." Ma Yingjie said as he shot a bone dungeon towards God.
The confrontation between mages is to stand still and use magic to attack each other, until one party's mirror is broken and everyone is killed, or one party's magic is exhausted and everyone ends.
Faced with Ma Yingjie's serious betrayal, God certainly couldn't help but notice it. He smiled gratefully at Ma Yingjie, and then summoned a wall of fire next to the two of them, blocking the audience's sight.
"Haha, Brother Shadow, the burning time of this wall of fire is ten minutes. We can sit down and chat during this time." After saying that, God squatted on the ground and began to tell Ma Yingjie about his glorious history.
When talking about the origin of his pocket guild, God couldn't stop talking and started talking alone, making Ma Yingjie unable to interrupt.
Judging from what God said, his small guild is quite strong despite its small number of people.
During this period, God stood up and was reborn and cast two fire wall spells to extend the wall of fire that was about to go out.
"Brother, take care." Seeing that the game was about to end in five minutes, Ma Yingjie said to God with a sad face.
"Brother, it's really nice to chat with you. We must get drunk when we find time, but I won't waste time now." God looked at Ma Yingjie with tears in his eyes and took out a handful from the storage space.
The dagger touched his neck twice, but he still couldn't get rid of it.
"Brother Shadow, you should do it, I can't do it." Old God whispered to Ma Yingjie with a red face. Choosing death is not terrible, but there are very few people who have the courage to kill himself.
"Okay, I'll do it for you." Looking at the little time left, Ma Yingjie resolutely accepted this great task.
Dark Judgment, Light of Death, and two magics came down, and the God without shield immediately went to see the real God.
"Ding!"
System prompts: You have defeated your opponent and accumulated some points. Please go off stage and rest for a while. The next round of competition will begin later.
