The Domestic Hero

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Wang Yan fainted. The feeling was not the revenge, but the relationship. He glanced at the player's seat from afar, and as expected, under his excellent eyesight, the dark lady's pretty face was red and white, and she was shy and irritated. Mei Mei stared fiercely at the Necromancer. Taking her into account in the eyes of everyone, are you ready to find death?

And the bright virgin is even more innocent, lying directly beside the gun. But the two of them embarrassedly rushed directly to the stage, beaten the cheap necromancer with a fat meal, and had to pretend to wander, but did not hear what they did.

But under the hearts of the two virgins, the necromancer had memorized it well, and the opportunity would definitely make him suffer well.

"This, Your Excellency Gabriel." Wang Yan said helplessly, "Time is precious, let's start, you get the shots first." Everyone is also pleased with each other for a long time, Wang Yan always has to be a little polite.

Moreover, the dog has to look at the owner, but he is the general of the Dark Lady. What if the wife doesn't give her face and annoys the Dark Lady?

"Qi Qi, you're welcome now." The Necromancer was honest, and took out a bone staff inlaid with a few monster skulls, rubbed his hands and said, "His Royal Highness Child, you are ready ?"

"Well, I'm ready." Wang Yan waved his hand, and the future artifact warhammer appeared in his hand.

His warhammer was originally made of artifact-grade materials, plus he has long been used as a flying sword-like sacrifice, and now it has gradually connected with Wang Yan's soul, barely able to levitate in the air.

If it is another hundred years, it may be able to slowly grow into a spirit.

However, the spirit of the Fire Pheasant Holy Sword, with all the energy of the Fire Pheasant Holy Sword, fled to Wang Yan's Warhammer. This brought a qualitative change to the Warhammer, which directly evolved into the Holy Class, and in the Holy Class, it also belongs to the existence of the top of the Spirit.

The fiery flame spreads on the fire hammer, like a peerless beast with open teeth and claws, the flames are arrogant.

Fire hammer!

That's right, this is Wang Yan's name for this holy weapon, which is simple and easy to understand. Although Qiling is against all such LB names, the owner of Warhammer is Wang Yan, what he loves to call is what.

Holding a fire hammer in his hand, Wang Yan felt a sense of compatibility with his blood, and a sense of integration. At the same time, he also felt the excitement and excitement of the Fire Hammer, which was the first battle after it was integrated into the Fire Hammer.

It has been silent for too long, and it can't wait to show its power in front of the world.

"Come on!" Wang Yan shouted with a deep voice, and a fierce fighting intention burst into his eyes.

"Wait!" The necromancer shoved the bone staff and said seriously, "I'm not ready yet."

"puff!"

Wang Yan's old blood almost spewed out. He glanced at him angrily. You are not ready yet. Ask me if I am ready to do it? Are you kidding me?

The Necromancer saw that Wang Yan had a bad complexion and quickly said, "His Royal Highness, you are a high seed player. I am just a weak and poor Necromancer. Do you dare to wait for me for five minutes?

"Wow!?"

There was an uproar in the stands. This necromancer is too shameless. They are all already in the ring, and even shamelessly let the opponent wait for you for a few minutes. I'll just go there, the ring is like a battlefield, how can there be such a gameplay?

Are you a necromancer? Give you a few minutes, I am afraid that you can summon an army of undead?

There was a lot of noise, one after another, all accusing the necromancer of being too shameless.

However, this necromancer was really shameless. In the sneering and scolding sounds like the tide, the stillness was still as usual, not moving like a mountain, and the old **** continued to look at Wang Yan.

The Dark Lady had turned her head away and couldn't bear to look at it again. Her face flushed slightly, and it was obvious that she was ashamed by such a shameless man.

"Hehe." Wang Yan was also stunned by this guy's shamelessness. The previous half-yearly farts and feelings were for this stalk. He smiled and said, "My Excellency Gabriel, how dare I? How dare not?"

"If you dare to wait, admire your heroic world, and be the best among the younger generation." The Necromancer patted his heart and gave thumbs up to Wang Yan. Then he said, "If you don't dare, it doesn't matter. Just pat the bottom, and immediately roll off the ring, and give victory to His Royal Highness."

Wang Yan couldn't help laughing, this guy was really a talent, and he started playing his tactics before he even started playing.

I haven't waited for Wang Yan to respond.

There were shouts from the stands.

"Son of flame, don't be fooled by him, don't promise him."

"Son of Flame, let the shameless necromancer roll off the ring."

"Son of Flame, no matter what, you are the most handsome. I will give you a monkey."

Of course, many people clamored that Wang Yan had promised the Necromancer to give him a profound lesson in the ring.

The players in the top 32 are all watching this scene, and they all feel a little funny. The necromancer is quite good at playing tricks. They were expecting Wang Yan to agree, otherwise, there would be no good drama to watch.

"Interesting." Wang Yan touched his chin, lifted the Warhammer ring and hugged his hands, and said with great interest, "OK, actually when I used to play games, I was still interested in Necromancers. I want to see, you What interesting undead can be summoned. His Excellency Gabriel, please. "

During Wang Yan's speech, he also made a please gesture.

"Ah! The Son of Flame is too careless."

"Woo, how can the handsome son of flame promise him such a shameless request?"

"Son of flame, overbearing, mighty!"

"Shameless necromancer, the strength of the Son of Fire, how can you speculate?"

In the stands, there was another wave of sounds.

This is the difference between the ring game and the qualifier. When Wang Yan participated in the qualifier earlier, the audience could see him, but he could not see the audience. As a result, no interaction is possible.

Now, the audience can interact with the players in time, and even affect the players' choices in the ring. As a result, tens of thousands of spectators cried out, more energetic and more excited.

"Qi Qi Qi ~" The necromancer sneered with a sly scheme, "It is worthy of being a son of flame, and it is really atmospheric. Then, you are welcome." Then, he expressed a serious expression and waved his bone staff.

The cold and evil breath spread from him, and the bone sticks burst into the cold and cold mountains, drawing a mysterious and unpredictable magical array of undead out of thin air.

The whirlpool of cold breath blew his black and gray magic robe hunting.

As if at this moment, he faded the frivolous breath, revealing the demeanor of a true A + strong man. Indeed, is it easy for a strong man who can grow to this level in his 30s?

What's more, the legendary Necromancer Gabriel is an extremely fanatical guy. As early as the twenties, he used the ancient undead magic circle to carry out soul out and ventured into the legendary state of the dead.

Crazy, really crazy behavior. The most exaggerated thing is that he came back alive.

No one knows what Gabriel experienced, lost, and lost in the kingdom of the dead. In short, after that, his strength leaped forward and became the leader of the young generation in the ancient dark council.

"Click!"

A grind of bones rubbing against the teeth sounded, and a monster with a white skeleton made of skeletons emerged from the undead magic circle. Its bones are strong and tall, with a height of more than three meters, like a giant.

At its eyes, the two groups of cold green ghosts were energetic, as if they had the wisdom of life. At the bones and joints, there are sprawling barbs, a huge barbed bone shield in his left hand, and a thick bone knife in his right hand, majestic and overbearing.

"Interesting, interesting." Wang Yan couldn't help but praise, "I see this skeleton, with the breath of a class B monster, its strength is quite good. What is it called?"

"Oh, it's called a bone troll." The Necromancer proudly introduced, "It can fight and resist, and its strength and defense are outstanding."

During the speech, another bone troll got out of the undead magic circle and stood side by side with the previous one.

Then, drilled out one by one.

Finally, ten bone trolls stood side by side, as if forming a giant wall of bones, separated between Wang Yan and the Necromancer.

"Wow! Ten B-level bone trolls?"

Many people at the scene began to worry about Wang Yan. A B-level monster, for the son of flames, was only serving food, and a total of ten could form a scale effect, and the power increased a lot.

"Is there any?" Wang Yan asked calmly.

"Yes!" Necromancers are thinking of ancient undead spells, and another kind of skeleton soldiers swarmed out of the magic array like swarms of soldiers. Their physique is far less than that of skeletal trolls. many.

They have all kinds of bone weapons, swords, swords and sticks in their hands.

There are more than three hundred skeletons in this wave, most of them are D-class skeleton soldiers, and a small part are C-rank skeleton leaders. Among them there are more than thirty skeleton archers, they are hiding under the command of the Necromancer, and the bow and arrow point to Wang Yan.

However, this is not over yet.

At the last minute, there were more than ten skeleton magicians wearing tattered magic robes and holding bone staff. The green flame lingers in their pupils, the breath is very strong, obviously not a simple thing.

The whole number of hundreds of various skeleton soldiers confronted Wang Yan alone.

"Trouble, the Son of Fire is in trouble." Some people exclaimed in the stands. "Did he consume all the skeleton soldiers in the qualifiers? The despicable necromancer was so hidden."

"Ah! The Son of Flame is too careless."

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