A sixth-level mage from the Mage Association looked at the first-level spell model in front of him and fell into deep thought.
It took several sheets of paper to draw a one-ring spell model.
This spell model is very simple, and it is the same as the questions in the Mage Association's recruitment examination.
The only difference is that the questions in the original recruitment examination included a complete example question, but this one did not.
It's just a one-level spell model, in a word, extrapolated upwards.
The disappearance of the example questions directly makes the difficulty of the same question completely different from the same level.
Originally, there should be examples, and Mo Lan really planned to have a good communication, and bring out some real things to communicate, such as the spell model coordinate system, and the derivation 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 on personal abilities to competing on association heritage?
Your association has many spells and has sufficient knowledge. You can find similar spells and modify them directly.
Then the foundation of our association is not bad. After all, this formula is also summarized by our association and belongs to the foundation of the association. If your foundation is not enough, then you lose.
The mages of the Royal Capital Association were shielded and mentally shielded by Mo Lan. Lu Bin, who came on stage, was shielded and mentally shielded by Errol to ensure justice.
I saw Lu Bin deducing quickly on the paper, while the mage from the Royal Capital Association struggled to write down a little bit, thinking for a long time before writing a little bit.
In fact, Errol asked him to prepare for the competition after deciding on the competition items. Unfortunately, the Mage Association discussed it for a long time day and night. How could he surpass the formula summarized by just preparing casually?
The result is already determined.
"Time's up!"
"The derivation result from the Mage Association is the fourth ring, and the derivation result from the Royal Capital Association is the second ring. In the second round of competition, the Mage Association wins!"
"Now the score is one to one!"
"It's not fair. You are more familiar with the derivation of spell models, but we are not."
The words of a mage from the Royal Capital Association made Mo Lan laugh out loud, pouted at the man, and then said to Errol.
"Errol, are you serious?"
"Mo Lan, you got lucky once, don't get too proud too soon."
Errol's expression remained unchanged, and the uneasiness in his heart subsided. Although Mo Lan won the round, he still had confidence in himself.
"We just lost one round, can we lose this round again?"
In addition to them on the court, the players off the court also cheered loudly. In their view, Mo Lan represented the players at the moment, and winning against the aboriginal people was bringing glory to them.
However, there are also sour words on the forum.
"It's just a fluke."
"You will lose in the third game."
"that is."
.........
"In the third game, the Mages Association wins!"
The third match ended in an instant. Amidst bursts of cheers, Errol's face was gloomy, but he was not desperate, and he looked at Mo Lan sullenly.
"Mo Lan, don't be too happy. The fourth wizard battle and the fifth president battle, life or death, you...can't win."
As soon as Errol finished speaking, the audience was shocked, and then there were cheers one after another.
They couldn't understand the previous competition, but now, the excitement is finally here, but compared to the aborigines, the players' expressions are a bit strange.
"Um, are you sure you want to fight me to the death, life or death?"
Mo Lan's face also looked a little strange.
"If you're scared, you can admit defeat."
"Uh-huh, it's not a question of whether you're afraid or not. This question is quite difficult to explain. I can only say that we are all projectors. We will be resurrected even if we die. Are you sure you want to fight to the death?"
After Mo Lan finished speaking, he looked at Errol suspiciously.
"There's something wrong with you. Don't let me doubt your IQ, otherwise it would be bad if others say that I forcibly reduced your intelligence."
Errol's heart froze when he heard this, his mind suddenly cleared, and he realized immediately that the pressure from Marquis Morse and the pressure caused by the consecutive defeats had made him confused, and his mind was not clear enough.
After forcibly calming down, Errol realized that he had really said something stupid, but he did not change his words. If the mages in the association could compete in a safe situation, he might change his words. Unfortunately, it was useless to change his words. He might as well maintain it.
face.
As a sixth-ring mage, if you meet a mage who is not as powerful as yourself, you will not lose.
And if you meet people with the same strength, except for the master-level existence, they are both in the sixth ring, and they will not be able to intervene in the battle between the sixth-level wizards, or in other words, they will not have the ability to ensure that no one will die at the critical moment.
Those who cannot die will not die in the first place, and no one can stop those below the seventh level who are mortal.
The highest level of the Mage Association is only five rings, which gives him some confidence.
However, precisely because the highest level of the Mage Association is five rings, Errol still has the courage to agree to the Mage Battle and the President's Battle, which makes Errol a little more worried.
"We won't lose, so there's no need to worry."
"If you are so confident, let's get started, host."
Mo Lan nodded and said nothing more.
The host stepped forward immediately after hearing this.
"The fourth game is a mage battle. The president is not allowed to leave the station. Best of three games. Starting now, the first player from both sides will be invited to appear.
In addition, our non-projector viewers, please be prepared to defend against sixth-level spells. During the competition, there may be sixth-level spells that will kill some lucky viewers.
If you don’t have the strength to push the coffin lid open, please push back two hundred meters to watch the battle. In addition, please ask the spectators over there who are still sitting.
Yes, yes, don't look around. I'm talking about you. Don't sit still stupidly. Don't think that they are the same as you. There are projectors in all directions. They are immortal, so they ignore me.
, but you will die, you are different."
The indigenous people retreated two hundred meters, and in addition to the several hundred meters of space they originally had, a battlefield was created where they could fight at will.
A mage from the Royal Capital Association came on stage and looked at Mo Lan and the others with cold eyes, revealing murderous intent.
Mo Lan glanced at him, turned to Zhang Guangmo and said.
"Guang Mo, you are in the first game. He is a six-ring mage, but there is no need to put too much pressure on him. The six-ring mage has one six-ring spell, two five-ring spells, and four four-ring spells. For them, it is
A spell of several levels can only exert the power of a few levels of spells.
So there are only seven spells that can pose a threat to you, and there are only three spells that you can't really resist, which is actually not many.
Moreover, all of these people were just Hui Mage in the past. Although they relied on long-term accumulation to reach the sky in one step, they directly became Sixth Ring Mage.
But in fact, they don’t have the strength of a real sixth-ring mage. I even doubt that they have ever experienced a life-and-death battle of true significance. At most, it is just a training ground or a competition between each other.
I don’t need to say more about the rest of the relationship, right? I’ll give you two plans.
One, one fatal blow.
Second, after deceiving the advanced spell, a fatal blow will occur."
"clear."
Zhang Guangmo nodded, holding a thick and long silver-white staff in his hand, and walked onto the stage with an indifferent expression.
Mo Lan suddenly felt a little strange and had doubts...
"Hey, when did Guangmo lift this stick so easily? Did he make a new lighter stick?"
When the mage on the stage saw Zhang Guangmo holding an iron rod on stage, he immediately showed a mocking look. However, when the host next to him shouted to start, his words fell.
A burst of fighting spirit burst out from Zhang Guangmo, and with all his strength, he instantly turned into an afterimage and appeared in front of the mage of the Wangdu Association.
