Chronicles of Ryan the Wizard Chapter 98: The third game (3)

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Ryan raised his head and looked around. The stands were filled with excited audiences. Under the bright sunshine, he kept waving various things in his hands, yelling the names of Falash and others unevenly, it seemed , His team is quite popular.

Although the game is about to begin, Ryan is very calm. He stretched out lazily, carefully savoring the warm feeling of the sun shining on him, and his relaxed appearance was also infected. Every teammate, Alina whispered behind Faras: "We have Ryan, how can we lose."

Alina's innocence made Falash laugh, and Falash turned around lovingly and stroked Alina's hair lightly. After whispering a few words with Alina, Faras turned around again and looked at the close lover next to him with an expression of admiration and admiration.

Faras and Simeone have studied together for many years, and naturally they know the strength of the five members of Simeone's team. Faras thought: "If it weren’t for Ryan this time, or this game would be the last of the Faras team. Now, not only does his team win two games easily, even if they meet five players, they are only better than My almost intermediate-level magician also seemed to be at ease. All this was caused because I was favored by the God of Wisdom and met Ryan. I still clearly remember that it was a very ordinary morning, that day, The four of them walked into the mercenary guild in Elfa City, and taught a few nasty guys severely, and then..."

Faras suddenly realized that she was a little distracted. She took a few deep breaths quickly and suppressed the memories that kept coming up in her mind. The game was about to be played soon. It is not the time to think about these things. what.

Behind Farasi, beside Alina, Reid closed his eyes and half-kneeled on the ground, bathed in the bright sunshine, praying to the main **** he believed in with all his heart.

Although Reid is usually non-trivial and even a little noble and dude, he is actually very pious in his heart. Otherwise, how could he become a disciple of Ibero, Archbishop of the Church of Illumination.

Only Elendo stood motionless like a stone statue, only the occasional light flashing in his eyes showed that he was ready.

The mentality of the entire Leisi team is very relaxed, as if they are now on the outskirts of the imperial capital and are preparing to enjoy a sumptuous lunch.

The other side of the game, Simeone's team, are all facing enemies. They stand in the position they have practiced in advance. Baker-Bruce and Buck-Kamp even have a magic scroll in their hands. , As long as the game starts, it will be released immediately.

Simeone looked at his opponent on the other side of the field with a serious face, and shouted loudly: "Everyone prepares, the game will start soon. We have to do what we should do as we did in advance. That's it."

Simeone’s teammates nodded together, each of them focused on their assigned opponents, and Carl’s hands even trembled slightly.

In their prior preparations, they believed that Falasi’s Rais team had both offensive and defensive capabilities, and their own emphasis was on offensive. After all, having five mid-level magicians in a team is a very extravagant existence, even if it is a mid-sized servant with hundreds of people. The corps may not have it, but the shortcomings of the squad with magicians are also very prominent, that is, the lack of the rear support of the priest and the frontline suppression of the soldiers, which is not conducive to a protracted battle. If the two sides enter the phase of stalemate consumption, it will be greatly detrimental to oneself.

For this reason, Simeone’s team’s tactical idea is to use the magic scroll’s rapid casting at the beginning of the game, use the first wave of magic to suppress the opponent’s approach, and then separate out two fighters and thieves who use magic to suppress the opponent. Simeone takes Carl. He and Baker use continuous magic to give powerful blows to their opponents.

Simeone estimated that if it went well, it would take almost five rounds of magical strikes to make the priest Red and the wizard Farasi of the Reth team lose their combat effectiveness, and the remaining few will not be enough.

The performance of both sides in the game was clearly seen by Kailimu and others sitting in the noble box. Kailimu shook his head and said: "The victory is divided, there is nothing to look at."

Lukani asked strangely: "Brother Kailim, you will know the result before the game starts?"

Without waiting for Kailimu's answer, he heard a long and thick horn sound, and the game officially began.

At the moment when the horn sounded, Allendo suddenly raised his neck and howled, turning into a white wind wolf. The spectators in the stands suddenly screamed in horror, and some people even started to flee outside the stadium.

Ellendor didn't care about the turmoil caused by his transformation, he only saw the five magicians opposite him. Allendo's legs were slightly bent, then he pushed **** the ground, and rushed toward Simeone with all his strength. Behind him, even left a long string of phantoms.

Simeone and others were also frightened by Allendo’s transformation, but after all, they had studied at the Royal Academy of Magic for many years. They knew something about the druid’s transformation. The scroll was aimed at Allendo, who was flying towards him.

Simeone began to quickly read the magic charm on the scroll. This is a fireball scroll. He can release a magic that can reach two-thirds of the normal fireball at the cost of consuming the magic power contained on the scroll.

Simeone believes that he can definitely complete the magic before Alan Dofa gets close to him, forcing him to defend, so that he can continue his direct plan before the game.

Unexpectedly, when there were seven magic charms left, Simeone felt a faint wave of magic. He looked at it from the corner of his eyes and found that a magic missile had flown towards him at high speed. Simeone was shocked. The body fell backward subconsciously.

Simeone is just a magician after all, no matter how flexible his movements can be compared to a well-trained warrior. As soon as his body moved, the magic missile hit the scroll in Simeone's hand, and the powerful impact pierced the fireball scroll and hit Simeone's chest.

Simeone snorted, his body involuntarily backed away, he staggered back a few steps, and barely stood firm.

Simeone knew that the magician robe he was wearing today helped him block the magic, otherwise he might be defeated. Simeone didn't care to check his injuries, he immediately took out a lightning bolt from his body, ready to fight back.

But before Simeone opened the scroll, he heard an exclamation from Baker standing next to him: "Be careful, Simeone!"

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