From Wild Mage to Wizard King

In the duel arena of the Black Domain, the largest battle platform in the duel arena is extremely lively.

In the audience, a large number of spellcasters gathered here. In addition to the largest number of first- and second-level spellcasters, there were also a large number of third-level spellcasters, and even a few fourth-level spellcasters.

And to attract so many spellcasters to watch, the people on the stage are naturally not ordinary people.

On the left side of the duel field, wearing a robe sewn by Roland, Hela held the magic book in her right hand, gathered all her breath, and looked peaceful like an ordinary person.

Opposite her, on the right side of the duel, stood a spellcaster wearing a robe of truth. He looked at Hela with some contempt. His standing posture was a bit lazy, and the golden magic book was on his body. Floating beside him, powerful magic power surged out of his body and turned into continuous pressure and pounced on Hela.

Regarding this battle, all the spectators present were very curious about who would win.

Is it the mysterious fourth-ring spell caster who suddenly appeared recently and whose background is unknown, Hela, or is it the recognized top fourth-ring spell caster from the City of Truth who has been on the fourth ring for more than ten years, Griat?

Although most of the spellcasters present are more emotionally inclined to Hela, after all, Hela, like them, studies dark elements and necromancy.

However, rationally, they still believe that Griat has a higher winning rate. After all, he comes from the City of Truth and has been in the Fourth Ring for many years.

Although the increase of age does not mean the increase of strength.

However, Hela looks like she is only a teenager, which is too young. Can she really know as much knowledge and spells as Griat?

Therefore, they still felt that Griat should win.

In the midst of everyone's attention, Griat glanced at Hela casually and said lightly.

"Young little guy, recognize your own identity and status. There are some things that you cannot interfere with. Listen to the advice of your senior, surrender, and then stay away from her. This is the best choice for you."

Hela glanced at him and was too lazy to answer, thinking silently.

So arrogant? Doesn't it mean you don't know anything?

While Hela was thinking, Griat also frowned slightly, a little dissatisfied.

"Hmph, rude guy, it seems you are a teacher"

Before he could finish his words, the referee quickly interrupted him and shouted.

"start."

"Tsk."

Griat glared at the referee dissatisfied, and looked at Hela with a calm and confident expression.

Such a spellcaster who destroys places.

When he turned to look at Hela, a fourth-ring spell had already rushed in front of him.

Varied

"Bang!"

Fourth-level spell—negative energy blast.

After receiving the fourth-level spell on his face, Griat, who was unprepared, was also blown into a bit of a mess. As a price, the light on his robe was dimmed a lot.

Before he could react, several third-ring spells took advantage of the opportunity and blasted at him one after another.

After resisting several more attacks, Griat also escaped from Hela's attack in embarrassment and ran out of the dust.

After quickly setting up an elemental shield, he looked at the cracked robe with some distress. Then, he looked at Hela and said with gritted teeth.

"Good, you pissed me off."

As Hela, who had been tortured countless times by Roland, she did not have the bad habit of chatting during battles.

Therefore, she ignored Griat's situation and calmly continued casting spells.

Fourth-level spell—Necromantic Strengthening.

Fourth-level spell—soul strengthening.

Third-ring spell—flesh and blood activation.

Third-level spell—strengthening bones.

Under Hela's continuous spellcasting, the aura of the third-ring undead she took out from the space bracelet continued to surge, and she temporarily possessed the physical fitness of a fourth-ring undead.

You've been strengthened, come on.

After quickly casting spells to complete all enhancements, Hela directly issued an attack order to the three-ring undead.

After receiving the order, the three-ring undead did not hesitate. When he pulled out the bone sword, his figure disappeared directly from the place.

"Bang!"

In the blink of an eye, the undead rushed directly in front of Griat, waving the bone sword and attacking his elemental shield continuously.

Griat glanced at the undead with disgust and threw out a Pyroblast Technique.

"Go away, disgusting corpse."

As the blooming sparks exploded, his voice spread around.

For non-necromancer spellcasters, undead are naturally not very popular.

However, most spellcasters still know that the necromancer's undead are built piece by piece by them and belong to the necromancer's hard work.

Therefore, even if they don't like the undead, most spellcasters won't say anything openly. Moreover, necromancers also know this and rarely release their undead when outside.

However, in one's own territory, one cannot always

Especially in the Soul School, nine out of ten spellcasters know how to rub the undead.

Even if you really hate it, you can't say it directly.

After all, the average necromancer basically has some feelings for the undead that he carves out piece by piece. If he directly insults the undead in public, it will easily arouse the dissatisfaction of a lot of necromancers.

Therefore, after Griat's words spread, the spellcasters in the audience were in an uproar.

What's the meaning? A spell caster with the eighth and fourth rings is so shameful to you. How dare you be so arrogant in our territory? !

TM, even when Littorio was in power, he hated the undead very much, but he never said such words when he was inspecting the School of Necromancer. Who do you think you are?

A fourth-ring spellcaster, do you really think you are a big shot?

Gryat's words directly made him full of hatred here, and every spellcaster in the audience looked at him with a different look.

Even the spellcasters who thought he was from the City of Truth and admired him before were also dissatisfied with him.

Several fourth-ring spellcasters had dark faces, took out the Book of Wisdom from their arms, operated on it for a few times, and stared at Gryat and the other spellcasters who came with him without hiding their dissatisfaction.

Being stared at by so many spellcasters with hostile and malicious eyes, the spellcasters who followed him also sweated profusely when they looked at the photo stones that recorded everything in the hands of some of the spellcasters beside them.

Although they were born in the City of Truth, they looked down on remote places like the Black Domain.

However, as talents sent by the Truth Council, they naturally knew that although the Black Domain was a remote place, it did not mean that they could act tyrannically.

If they provoked the local Soul School, even if they were right, they would not necessarily get any benefits.

Moreover, the current situation was that they might not only provoke the Soul School, but the entire group of necromancers.

Haha, send.