Chapter 344 Raise the Lid of My Coffin

"Second Elder!"

A group of people rushed up, and Errol stared at Zhang Guangmo, and Mo Lan stepped forward to block Zhang Guangmo and Errol from looking at each other.

"I didn't kill you, I'm letting you, the second elder, take a breath. As for the injuries to your eyes and neck, I don't think it's difficult for you to deal with them, right?

no thanks thanks? "

Errol glanced at Wangdu's sorcerer with a distorted neck. The breath of life was indeed still there. He turned his head to look at Zhang Guangmo and cupped his hands slightly.

"Thank you for your mercy."

After speaking, he walked towards the second elder who fell to the ground expressionlessly.

"Mages who don't play give him healing spells."

The magic light flashed 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, Errol looked at the host, who immediately understood.

"Thank you for the wonderful battle brought to us by the two mages just now. The two sides adhere to the spirit of competition first, friendship first, and adhering to the spirit of competition second, friendship first, and still retain a strong sense of humanity on the battlefield. It's heart-warming. Now the second round begins, and the two mages are in place."

After the host had a long conversation, the chief elder of the Royal Capital Association went directly to the stage and looked at Mo Lan coldly.

Seeing this, Mo Lan turned her head to look at Zhao Hua. At this moment, Zhao Hua was carrying a black coffin that was slightly smaller than the normal size, which was about the same height as Zhao Hua himself. Zhao Hua had to curl up slightly when lying in it.

The surface of the black coffin is made of pure steel. The coffin of fine steel makes people have no doubt about its lethality. Once it is hit, it may 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 gold-patterned black steel.

"Zhao Hua, I won't say much more. This situation is probably similar to the situation just now. The spell configuration of the spell slot must be flash, defense, and damage. The specific ratio is not clear. You also watched the battle just now. Just take care of yourself.

come on. "

"Um."

Zhao Hua entered the stage, and everyone was stunned for a moment.

The first sorcerer just now was really outrageous, but the one he was holding in his hand barely looked like a staff. Although most of the sorcerers couldn't afford it and certainly wouldn't use that outrageous staff, it was still a staff after all, but this one carried a staff. What's the matter with the coffin?

One is weirder than the other, what kind of coffin is there to carry, eh, but, carrying a coffin is quite handsome, especially when people are already handsome.

"Are you carrying a coffin to bury yourself directly later?

And you can move freely with such a heavy coffin, are you a warrior again? "

What!

The audience was shocked in an instant, what the hell are you, a member of the Mage Association, and all of them are fighters?

And Errol of the Royal Capital Association was also shocked. He had some doubts, especially when he thought that Mo Lan was the creator of the mage.

"Could it be that pairing with warriors is the real way for mages to play? Am I going wrong?"

Just a little confused.

Zhao Hua ignored the others and smiled at the mage.

"It is indeed a fighter, but it is not as good as Elder Zhang just now, and it is only the third rank at present.

Necromancer Zhao Hua, I have met you all! "

"Since you have already registered your name, let's go die!"

Six-ring range attack spell: tornado storm!

In just a split second, the storm covered a 100-meter radius centered on Zhao Hua. The sharp wind blades left deep marks on the ground, and everything within a 100-meter radius would be smashed to pieces.

The Great Elder learned 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-ring spell slots were all adjusted to range attack spells.

As a mage of the fourth ring, Zhao Hua couldn't resist spells in the range of the sixth ring. The only chance he had was to escape in a flash.

At this moment, the Great Elder had already concentrated his mind, and the five-ring range attack spell and the flashing spell were ready to go. As long as Zhao Hua used the only flashing spell, he would immediately keep up with the output and kill him.

This is what the Great Elder thinks, this is the power of a mage, no skill or combat experience is required, whether you are nimble or slow, if I can't hit you accurately, then I will smash you to death with a range attack.

At the same level, there is no profession that can absorb a complete set of skills of a mage of the same realm, unless it is a mage of the same level and has all memorized defensive spells, only a mage can block a mage.

But Zhao Hua in the tornado has disappeared, leaving only a pitch-black coffin and the exclamation of the surrounding audience.

"Damn it, the slider!"

The Great Elder was silent, recalling that when he cast the spell just now, Zhao Hua pushed open the coffin lid without saying a word, turned around and went in, closed the coffin lid, the whole set of movements was smooth and smooth, without any delay, as if he had rehearsed it thousands of times.

This coffin was actually prepared for himself.

"Huh, so what if you hide in the coffin, then let's break the coffin together."

As soon as the words fell, the hand pressed down, and the coverage of the tornado storm shrank instantly, covering the coffin.

One after another, the cyan wind blades that were condensed into substance fell on the coffin one after another, and knife marks appeared one after another.

The Wind Blade Cut Jin Duanyu formed by the six-ring range attack spell is easy and freehand, even fine steel can't resist it.

However, under the attack of the spell, a layer of shallow knife marks appeared on the surface of the coffin, but none went deep, like scratches on the skin.

The Great Elder frowned, and the wind blade cut and strangled frantically. The fine steel wrapped on the surface was directly shredded, exposing the gold-patterned black steel, and the wind blade could no longer leave the slightest scratch on it.

Errol and Marquis Morse were shocked when the gold-patterned black steel was exposed.

"Elemental metal!"

The two stood up abruptly and said in unison.

Marquis Morse sat down slowly, expressionless, wondering what he was thinking.

The two of them didn't affect the battle, they just made Mo Lan pay attention a little bit, and the battle continued.

The Great Elder also recognized the elemental metal, and his expression changed slightly.

At this time, the gold-patterned black steel coffin had already rolled many times, but under the deliberate control of the Great Elder, it did not fly very far, firmly within the range of the magic attack.

The gold-patterned black steel box was intact, but the ground was thinned, and a large pit appeared. The gold-patterned 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.

Whoops!

The gold-patterned black steel coffin lid was slowly pushed open, and the cold aura inside spread, and permeated the field in an instant, causing all the spiritual power covering the field to be burned, corroded, and withdrawn in an instant.

The Great Elder said inwardly that he was not good, and he was about to cast a spell to blow away the dead air, but before he could do anything, the invisible wolf howl that only existed in the spiritual interface made him stiff, and his mental strength and soul were shocked.

A giant wolf whose whole body was covered with gold-patterned black steel slowly stepped out of the coffin. The size of the coffin when it came out gradually became larger and became more than ten meters long. Standing on the field, let People can't breathe, and it screams against the sky.

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