Chapter 342: Elite Warrior? !

"start!"

A six-ring mage from the Mage Association looked at the one-ring spell model in front of him and fell into deep thought.

It took a few sheets of paper to draw a one-ring spell model.

This spell model is very simple, and it is the same as the topic of the Mage Association's recruitment exam.

The only difference is that the original recruitment exam questions included a complete sample question, but this one did not.

It's just a one-ring spell model, in a word, it can be deduced upwards.

The disappearance of the example questions directly makes the difficulty of the same question not on the same level at all.

Originally, there should have been example questions, and Mo Lan really planned to communicate well, and brought out some real products to communicate, such as the spell model coordinate system, or derivation and announcement.

But the actions of the Royal Capital Association just now directly made Mo Lan give up this plan.

Isn't it just shifting from the competition of personal ability to the competition of the foundation of the association?

You have a lot of spells in your association and have a lot of background, you can find similar spells and directly transform them.

Then the background of my association is not bad. After all, this formula is also summed up by my association. It belongs to the background of the association. If your background is insufficient, then lose.

The mages of the Royal Capital Association were shielded and shielded by Mo Lan's spiritual power, and Lu Bin who played was shielded by Errol's shield and spiritual power to protect justice.

Lu Bin deduced quickly on the paper, while the mages of the Royal Capital Association wrote down a little bit with difficulty, and wrote a little bit after thinking for a long time.

In fact, Errol asked him to prepare after confirming the competition items. Unfortunately, the Mage Association spent a long time discussing and summarizing the formula day and night. How can he surpass it by preparing casually?

The result is already set.

"time up!"

"The Mage Association deduces the result as the fourth ring, and the Wangdu Association deduces the result as the second ring. The Mage Association wins the second round of competition!"

"Now the score is one to one!"

"It's not fair, you are more familiar with the derivation spell model, we are not familiar with it."

The words of a mage in the Royal Capital Association made Mo Lan burst out laughing, pouted at the man, and then said to Errol.

"Errol, are you serious?"

"Mo Lan, you got lucky once, don't be too proud."

Errol's expression remained unchanged, and the uneasiness in his heart subsided. Although Mo Lan had won a round, he still had confidence in himself.

"It's just one game lost, can this game be lost again?"

In addition to them on the field, the players off the field also cheered loudly. In their view, Mo Lan is representing the players at this moment, and winning against the aborigines is doing them honor.

However, there are also sour words on the forum.

"It was just a fluke."

"The third game must be lost."

"that is."

"In the third match, the Mage Association wins!"

In an instant, the third competition ended. Amid bursts of cheers, Errol's face was gloomy, but he did not despair. He looked at Mo Lan sternly.

"Mo Lan, don't get too excited, the fourth mage battle, the fifth guild master battle, regardless of life or death, you can't win."

As soon as Errol's words fell, the audience was startled, and then there were cheers one after another.

They couldn't understand the previous competitions, but now, the exciting event finally came, but compared to the aborigines, the expressions of the players were a bit strange.

"Um, are you sure you want to fight me to the death, life or death?"

Mo Lan's face was also a little strange.

"If you are afraid, you can admit defeat."

"Uh uh, it's not a question of being afraid or not. It's a difficult question to explain. We can only say that we are all projectionists, and we will be resurrected after death. Are you sure you want to fight to the death?"

After Mo Lan finished speaking, she looked at Errol suspiciously.

"There's something wrong with you, don't make me doubt your IQ, otherwise it won't be good if someone says that I forcibly lowered your IQ."

Errol's heart froze when he heard the words, his mind cleared up, and he realized that the pressure from Marquis Morse and the losing streak had already made him confused, and his mind was not clear enough.

After forcibly calming down, Errol found that he really said something stupid, but he didn't change his words. If the mages in the association could compete in a safe situation, he might change his words. Unfortunately, it's useless to change his words. It's better to keep it face.

As a sixth-ring mage, if you meet a mage whose strength is not as good as yours, you will not lose.

And if you meet someone with the same strength, except for the existence of a master, who is also a six-ring mage, you can't intervene in the battle of the six-ring mages, or you can't guarantee that someone will not die at a critical moment.

Those who are not going to die are not going to die in the first place, and no one below the seventh ring can stop those who are going to die.

And the highest level of the Mage Association is only five rings, which gives him some confidence.

However, just because the highest level of the Mage Association is the fifth ring, Errol was a little more worried when he dared to agree to the mage battle and the president battle.

"We won't lose, so naturally we don't have to worry."

"If you are so confident, let's start, host."

Mo Lan nodded and said nothing more.

The host immediately stepped forward upon hearing this.

"In the fourth match, the mage battle, the president is not allowed to leave the station, two wins in three rounds, starting now, the first player from both sides is invited to play.

In addition, all our non-projector viewers, please be prepared to defend against the six-ring spells. During the next competition, there may be six-ring spells that will kill some lucky viewers.

If you don't have the strength to push open the coffin lid, please push back 200 meters to watch the battle. In addition, please invite the audience who is still sitting over there.

Yes, yes, don’t look around, it’s about you, don’t just sit still, don’t think they are the same as you, you are surrounded by projectors, they are immortal, so they ignore me , but you will die, you are not the same. "

The aborigines retreated two hundred meters one after another, and together with the hundreds of meters of space they already had, there was a battlefield where they could fight wantonly.

A mage from the Royal Capital Association came on stage, looking at Mo Lan and the others with cold eyes, showing murderous intent.

And Mo Lan glanced at him, then turned to Zhang Guangmo and said.

"Guangmo, you go in the first game. He is a six-ring mage, but don't have to put too much pressure on it. Six-ring mages have one six-ring spell, two fifth-ring spells, and four fourth-ring spells. The spells of a few rings can only exert the power of a few rings of spells.

So there are only seven spells that can threaten you, and there are only three spells that you can't really resist, which is actually not many.

And these were all from the origin of mage painting before, although relying on long-term accumulation to reach the sky in one step, they directly became mages of the sixth ring.

But in fact, they don't have the strength of a real six-ring mage. I even doubt that they have never experienced a real life-and-death battle. At most, it is just a training ground or a competition between each other.

I don't need to say more about the rest, right? I give you two plans.

One, a fatal blow.

2. After deceiving advanced spells, one blow is fatal. "

"clear."

Zhang Guangmo nodded, carrying 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 a wave of doubt emerged. .

"Hey, when did Guangmo carry this stick so easily, did he recreate a lighter stick?"

When the mage on the stage saw Zhang Guangmo taking an iron rod to the stage, he immediately showed mocking eyes, but when the host next to him shouted, the voice fell.

A wave of fighting spirit erupted from Zhang Guangmo's body, and the explosion with all his strength caused him to instantly turn into an afterimage and appear in front of the mages of the Royal Capital Association.

Mo Lan was startled when she saw it.

"Elite warrior?!"