A group of people rushed forward, but Errol stared at Zhang Guangmo. Mo Lan stepped forward to block Zhang Guangmo and Errol from looking at each other.
"I didn't kill you. I gave you, the second elder, some breathing room. As for the injuries to your eyes and neck, I think it won't be difficult for you to deal with them, right?"
No thanks?"
Errol glanced at the Wangdu mage with a crooked neck, and saw that the breath of life was indeed still there. He turned to look at Zhang Guangmo and slightly cupped his hands.
"Thank you for your mercy."
After saying that, he walked towards the second elder who fell to the ground expressionlessly.
"The mage who is not playing will cast a spell on him to heal him."
The magic light shone one after another, and after a while the second elder woke up, looked around, and fainted again. This time he couldn't wake up no matter how he cast the spell.
"Take him back to the association to rest."
The second elder left, and Errol looked at the host, who immediately understood.
"Thank you to the two mages for the wonderful battle just now. Both sides adhere to the spirit of competition first, friendship first... Oh no, adhering to the spirit of competition second, friendship first, they still retain a strong feeling on the battlefield.
The human touch is touching. Now the second scene begins, with both magicians taking their positions."
After the host made a long call, the chief elder of the Royal Capital Association came on directly and looked at Mo Lan coldly.
Seeing this, Mo Lan turned 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. Zhao Hua had to curl up slightly when he lay down in it.
The surface of the black coffin is made of pure steel. The stainless steel coffin leaves no doubt about its lethality. Once it is hit, it will probably be worse than being hit by Zhang Guangmo's staff.
It is also worth mentioning that under the cover of fine steel is a layer of black steel with gold patterns...
"Zhao Hua, I won't say more. This situation is probably similar to the one just now. The spell configuration of the spell slot must be flash, defense, and damage. The specific ratio is unclear. You also saw the battle just now.
Just take control of it yourself.
come on."
"Um."
Zhao Hua came on the stage, and everyone was stunned for a moment.
The first mage just now was indeed outrageous, but what he was holding in his hand barely resembled a staff. Although most mages couldn't hold it and certainly wouldn't use that outrageous staff, it was still a staff after all, but this one was carrying a staff.
What's the deal with coffins?
Each one is weirder than the other, so why are you carrying a coffin? Well, carrying a coffin is quite handsome, especially when the person is already handsome.
"Are you carrying a coffin just to bury yourself later?
And you can carry such a heavy coffin and move freely, you are a warrior, right?"
What!
The audience was instantly shocked. How could you, a member of the Mage Association, come out and all of them are warriors?
Errol from the Royal Capital Association was also shocked. He had some doubts, especially when he thought that Mo Lan was the creator of the mage.
"Is it possible that the real way to play a mage is to match warriors? I... made a mistake?"
Just 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 currently only at the third level.
Necromancer Zhao Hua, I have met you all!"
"Since you have given your name, then go to hell!"
Sixth ring range attack spell·tornado!
In just a moment, the storm enveloped a 100-meter radius centered on Zhao Hua. Sharp wind blades left deep traces on the ground, and everything within a 100-meter radius was crushed to pieces.
The great elder learned from the previous lesson and directly used the six-ring range attack spell to cover the attack without giving Zhao Hua the slightest chance.
In addition, his two fifth-level spell slots have all been adjusted to range attack spells.
As a fourth-level mage, Zhao Hua cannot resist sixth-level range spells. His only chance is to escape in a flash.
At this moment, the great elder has concentrated his concentration, and the five-ring range attack spell and flash spell are ready to go. As long as Zhao Hua uses the only flash spell, he will immediately follow the output and kill him.
This is what the great elder thinks, and this is the power of the mage. It does not require any skills or combat experience. Whether you are flexible or slow, if I cannot hit you accurately, I will kill you with a range attack.
At the same level, no profession can absorb the entire set of skills of a mage of the same realm. Unless it is a mage of the same level who memorizes all defensive spells, only a mage can block the mage.
But Zhao Hua had disappeared in the tornado, leaving only a dark coffin and the exclamations of the surrounding audience.
"Damn it, it's a sliding cover!"
The Great Elder was silent. He recalled that when he cast the spell just now, Zhao Hua pushed open the coffin lid without saying a word, turned around and closed the coffin lid. The whole set of movements was smooth and smooth without any lag, as if he had practiced it thousands of times.
This coffin was actually prepared for him.
"Huh, so what if you hide in the coffin? Then let's break it with the coffin."
As soon as he finished speaking, he pressed his hand down, and the coverage area of the tornado suddenly shrank, shrouding the surroundings of the coffin.
One after another, the blue wind blades that seemed to have condensed into substance fell on the coffin one after another, and knife marks appeared one after another.
The wind blade formed by the six-ring range attack spell cuts through gold and jade with ease, and even fine steel cannot withstand it.
However, under the attack of the spell, a shallow knife mark appeared on the surface of the coffin, but none of it went deep, just like a scratch 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 black steel with golden patterns, and the wind blade could no longer leave any scratches on it.
When the gold-grained black steel was exposed, Errol and Marquis Morse were immediately shocked.
"Elemental metal!"
The two stood up suddenly and said in unison.
Marquis Morse sat down slowly, his face expressionless, and he didn't know what he was thinking about.
The two of them did not affect the battle, but only made Mo Lan pay attention, and the battle continued.
The great elder also recognized the elemental metal, and his expression suddenly changed slightly.
At this time, the gold-patterned black steel coffin had rolled many times, but under the deliberate control of the great elder, it did not fly very far and remained firmly within the range of the spell attack.
The gold-grained black steel box was intact, but the ground was thinned and a large pit appeared. The gold-grained black steel box was in the middle of the pit. At this time, the effect of the tornado storm had passed and the spell dissipated.
Bah ba ba ba!
The coffin lid made of gold-patterned black steel was slowly pushed open, and a cold aura spread from inside, instantly filling the field, causing all the mental energy covering the playing field to be burned, corroded, and instantly withdrawn.
The great elder secretly said something bad, and was about to cast a spell to blow away the death energy. But before he could do it, an invisible wolf howl that existed only in the spiritual interface made his whole body freeze, and his mental strength and soul were affected.
A giant wolf whose entire body was covered with gold-patterned black steel slowly stepped out of the coffin. The size of the coffin when it came out gradually grew larger, becoming more than ten meters long. Standing on the field, let
