The king finally asked Mithra for help.

It was not that she did not take her mother's warning to heart, but she had no other way. The military force of Arriel was not enough to deal with those spellcasters.

This has already posed a great threat to her rule. If she still has to take other things into consideration, then her time as queen will probably come to an end.

I just hope Mithra can still remember her sister.

On the other hand, in the suburbs of Arriel's capital, after Andrius came here, he flattened a mountain and transformed it into a gladiatorial arena.

Every day, many spellcasters come to challenge, and there are also ordinary people and reporters who come to join in the fun.

The trial set by Andrius, just a threshold, stops most people.

First, the challenger must win under the siege of hundreds of wolf souls to be truly qualified to challenge Andrius.

These wolf souls are the power formed by Andrius. It is very difficult for ordinary spellcasters to deal with one or two, let alone to defeat hundreds of wolves at the same time.

The difficulty and danger can be imagined.

A spellcaster from a foreign country is the best example. He was the first to rush into the arena after Andrius opened the trial.

Then he was gnawed into pieces by those wolf souls.

Those who looked at the fragments floating in the sky and were about to try finally found that this trial was more cruel than they imagined.

This is definitely not as easy and comfortable as the protagonist in the story, who passed the trial casually and gained powerful power.

Even these wolf souls can't be dealt with, and you still want to pass the trial of the demon god?

I'm afraid you're just dreaming.

This made quite a few enthusiastic spellcasters calm down immediately.

Those who have some strength did not act rashly, hoping that someone could pass the first test and see Andrius' strength before making plans.

This idea is just like playing a game, which requires someone to try and make mistakes and test the mechanism.

Unlike the game, you can restart if you make a mistake, but here you will really die if you make a mistake.

Although those wolf souls are very powerful, there are masters who can deal with the spellcasters who come here.

The biggest key is Andrius's strength.

So recently, they haven't even seen Andrius, and everyone is waiting for others to be the first to eat crabs.

That is, the first cannon fodder.

Today, finally waited for an impatient person.

"I can't stand it anymore!" A two-meter-tall man roared and walked out of the crowd.

His figure is extremely majestic, with bulging muscles, dozens of long swords hanging behind him, and two modified magic pistols on his waist.

The man's face was full of ferocity, and ordinary people would tremble just by approaching him. Years of fighting in wars have made him extremely powerful and experienced.

"Morris, are you going to be the first?" Others wanted to see Morris.

Among them, some were surprised, some were sarcastic, and some were curious.

Morris, born in the Vestalia Empire, participated in the End War, and was once a colonel in the Empire's spellcaster troops. Later, for some reason, he retired and became a mercenary.

Currently active all over the world, he is an out-and-out militant.

"I can't wait any longer." Morris spat and cursed:

"Everyone wants to let the first person be cannon fodder to sum up experience. If everyone is waiting and watching, then what's the point of the trial!"

"Since you don't want to be cannon fodder, then I will be one. Anyway, I came from the cannon fodder army back then."

"Maybe I can pass the trial in the first time."

"A bunch of cowards."

Faced with Morris's ridicule, the other spellcasters were dismissive. Weren't you also a coward watching before?

You still have the nerve to say us?

"Haha, then I wish you success." Someone said a blessing to Morris in a sarcastic tone.

"Fuck you."

Morris made an international hand gesture and then jumped into the arena.

In the center of this huge arena, there was a long sword in the form of energy made of unknown material inserted into the ground. As long as it was pulled out, the trial would begin.

Morris walked to the center, took a deep breath, and drew out his sword.

"Buzz buzz buzz————"

The sword made an ethereal sound, and soon, hundreds of wolf souls appeared on the arena, gritting their teeth and staring at Morris with ferocious eyes.

From all directions

The wolf souls surrounded Mosley, and these wolf souls brought the biting cold wind and let out a low roar.

"Woo--"

A wolf soul howled, and then Morris saw these wolf souls rushing towards him at a very fast speed from all sides.

"Hah!"

Morris was not in a hurry, and with a light shout, he pulled out a long knife from his back, and then with a light pick, he easily picked up more than ten other long knives.

Dozens of long knives seemed to be stuck together, forming a strange weapon like a whip.

Countless knife lights appeared beside Morris, slashing at the oncoming wolf souls.

"Woo woo!"

The first batch of wolf souls that rushed over were killed in an instant, and after a series of wails, they disappeared in the arena.

However, these wolf souls did not have the concept of fear. After the first batch of wolf souls disappeared, they almost seamlessly filled the gap.

"Hmph!"

The knife light was impenetrable, like a small storm that surrounded his whole body, killing those enemies who approached him.

Morris stayed here for several days and saw many people die in the mouths of wolf souls, but he had almost figured out the attack methods of these wolf souls.

Before this, he had simulated it in his mind no less than a hundred times, trying to pass the first test at the lowest cost.

In this way, he could save his strength to deal with Andrius.

Not only did he think so, but others also thought so.

Among the people who came here so far, the world's top masters did not appear, and most of them were considered to be the stronger casters in this world.

Not to mention Bahram, even the Death Maniac could not compare.

Although they could deal with these wolf souls, they had to pay some price.

Those wolf souls alone were extremely difficult to deal with, and Andrius's strength could be imagined. Although it called itself a remnant soul, it was a demon god after all.

Clang clang clang clang——————

There was a gap in the impenetrable knife light suddenly.

The wolf souls bit frantically at all costs, and finally tore a flaw in the layers of knife light.

"Ugh-ah!"

Even Mosley, who had experienced countless battlefields, couldn't bear the intense pain brought by the wolf soul's bite.

"Asshole!"

Morris cried out in pain, and kept waving the long knife with his right hand. With his left hand, he pulled out a musket from his waist and aimed it at the wolf soul that bit him.

Bang---!

The demon spirit musket blew up the wolf soul's head.

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