The spirit of war in DNF is immortal.A

Chapter 566
"boom!"

"Hoohoo!"

"Battle! Fight! Fight!"

"Humans, let us see how powerful you are!"

"come out faster!"

"Rabina! Basturu! Emery! If you can't defeat these humans, don't call yourself a master! I hate you all my life!"

"Defeat humans!"

Following Okal's order, the door of the waiting room was opened, and several young totem warlocks of the Kuni tribe walked in, leading more than a hundred final qualified contestants out.

The scene of gongs and drums was full of vitality. Even though the entire camp was still covered with frost and snow, it could not stop the impulsive momentum of the Bantu barbarians.

Although many people who were not strong enough were eliminated in the end, there were only about 100 people who could fight against the Black Blade team.But if it weren't for the existence of the defensive totem, it is estimated that many passionate barbarians have rushed in and competed with the members of the Black Blade Squad.

"Whoosh whoosh..."

With a few soft sounds of shifting, ten of the hundred people jumped up and flew to the top of the ten rings, and immediately looked coldly at the members of the Black Blade Squad.Although they didn't speak and didn't understand the Mandarin of the Principality of Belle Mare, they already expressed their meaning with just their eyes.

Let the black blade squad come up to fight!
"Leo, can't you go up?" Tina, who was beside Lu Zhan, thought about it and asked.

"Go up. Although judging by their momentum, they are probably at the level of miscellaneous fish. But since we are here to frighten the whole Bantu tribe, then don't leave a little loophole, so as to save them from being unconvinced in the future... Originally, I was I want to keep a low profile first. But it seems that neither the deputy patriarch Ocal nor these guys will let us do what we want." After speaking, Lu Zhan looked meaningfully at the noble seat not far away, and saw Ocal who is smiling, Min Tai who is full of encouragement, and Balrena who is expressionless.

"Come on... don't let these savages look down on humans. However, pay attention to your profession, one-on-one, and knock them down at their strongest." After speaking calmly, Lu Zhan jumped to a contest on stage.

There is a giant sword wolf fighter of the Walker tribe on it, with tattoos all over his face and a ferocious expression. Just judging by the way it holds the sword and the breath on its body, it is almost a road to fight with the land.Of course, there is no power of flesh and blood, just giant sword fighters common in the mainland.

Soon, the remaining eight team members also found suitable enemies for themselves.

The battle is imminent.

……

"On the first stage is Man Ji, a totem warlock of the Kuni tribe! The other party is also an elemental mage... There is actually an elemental mage who dares to fight Man Ji. Could it be that this beautiful green-haired chick is tired of living? "

"On the second stage is Zanka, the giant sword wolf fighter of the Walker clan, a master at the peak of the 49th rank... the opponent... the opponent is also a giant swordsman?"

"On the third contest stage is Ye Mou, a strong bull warrior of the Tulus clan. A strong and strong man?"

……

As the Bantu barbarians watching the battle carefully observed the situation, there was a huge shock in an instant.

Because every Bantu master on the martial arts arena is facing human opponents with similar occupations or similar attack routines.Even though everyone in the Black Blade Squad wore black robes to cover their faces, the weapons in their hands could not be faked.

This immediately aroused the favor of the Bantu barbarians, because as long as they are fighters, they know that there is a mutual generation and restraint between professions. If they are fighting with mutually restraining professions, then the barbarians can scold human beings for being shameless. warriors.However, these people are relatively equal to single-handedly, but they have won a lot of respect for themselves.

"Not bad! These humans are good!"

"Come on! This kind of battle is what we want to see!"

"You masters usually receive a lot of respect, you can't lose to humans now!"

In the blink of an eye, the anger of the many Bantu barbarians who were watching the battle gradually faded from the anger aroused by the deputy chief Ocal, but it was beyond the expectations of the Black Blade team, and also beyond Ocal's expectations.

There was no words, and the two parties just exchanged etiquette once, and then the tense fight began.

"Ping!"

"Boom!"

"Whizzing!"

The nine competition platforms started fighting almost at the same time, sparks flew all over the place, and there was a loud bang.

"come on!"

"come on!"

"Add...add..."

The barbarians who were watching the battle were all ready to watch a wonderful battle. They were about to cheer and roar, but all of them suddenly lost their voices.

The entire central square was silent, and the face of every spectator was almost petrified, and it was difficult to move for a long time.

Because in less than three seconds of the battle, a Kuni Poison Mist Sorcerer with a dark green leather jacket and a strange pattern on his face flew down from the arena and smashed hard on the ground.

Immediately, he got up in horror, his face was pale, and he disappeared into the central square in a flash of fear.

"What, what's wrong?" All the barbarians who watched the battle couldn't believe what they saw, and after wiping their eyes, they asked in amazement.

But few people were able to repeat what they saw just now, except for the elders of the older generation of the Bantu tribe in the VIP seats and a few leaders.

"Crack!" Ocal crushed the wine glass in his hand with a gloomy expression, and silently looked at the figure on the No. [-] tournament stage covered in black robes, only showing a pair of poisoned iron claws.

That is the dark woman in the Black Blade Squad, the queen who walks in the world of poisonous mist, the 'Princess of the Sewer' Paris.

Ocal could see clearly what happened just now. The Ice Scorpion, the poisonous mist magician of the Kuni clan who is the best poison user in his clan, just felt the opponent's aura, and fell directly from the competition ring, and then fled in a panic .

The whole thing happened in less than three seconds.

"Vulnerable!" Paris on the fifth stage quietly looked around, smiled contemptuously, then quietly walked around the stage and jumped off.

No one stopped her because it was weird and obvious that Paris's opponent was running away without a fight.Then it is reasonable for her to go on like this.

Only Paris, the escaped ice scorpions, and the poison fog wizards who were watching the battle knew that it wasn't that the two of them didn't fight just now, but that the battle was over.

Both of them are masters who are very good at using poison, and they have actually used poison attack the moment they came on stage.However, it was obvious that Paris' poison system was stronger, her colorless, odorless poisonous mist swallowed the opponent's poisonous mist with lightning speed, and then forced him to fall off the stage.

Ice Scorpion had no choice but to jump off the stage by himself, otherwise, in the next second, his whole body would turn into a puddle of pulp and die there.

This is the scene of the duel between the drug addicts, there is no need to make a move, it is over.

(End of this chapter)