Chapter 118 Map Cannon

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

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

And since the person on the stage could attract so many spellcasters to come and watch, he must be no ordinary person.

On the left side of the duel arena, Hela, wearing the robe sewn by Roland, held the Grimoire in her right hand, gathering all her aura, looking like an ordinary person with a peaceful expression.

Opposite her, on the right side of the duel arena stood a spellcaster in a robe of truth. He looked at Hela with some contempt, standing in a somewhat lazy posture, with a gorgeous golden magic book floating beside him. Powerful magic power surged out of his body, turning into a continuous pressure that pounced on Hela.

All the spectators present were very curious about who would win this battle.

Is it Hela, the mysterious fourth-ring spellcaster who suddenly appeared recently and whose background is unknown? Or is it Gryat, the recognized top fourth-ring spellcaster who came from the City of Truth and has been in the fourth ring for more than ten years?
Although most of the spellcasters present were emotionally more inclined towards Hela, after all, Hela, like them, was studying dark elements and necromancy.

But, rationally speaking, they still believed that Griat had a higher chance of winning. After all, he was from the City of Truth and had been in the Fourth Ring for many years.

Although increasing age does not mean increasing strength.

But Hela looks like she is only in her teens, too young. Could she really know as much knowledge and magic as Griat?
So, they still think that Gryat should win.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Gryat glanced at Hela nonchalantly and said lightly.

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

Hela glanced at him, too lazy to pay attention, and thought silently.

So arrogant? Don't you know nothing?

While Hela was thinking, Gryat frowned slightly, looking somewhat dissatisfied.

"Huh, rude guy, it seems your teacher..."

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

"start."

"Tsk."

Gryatt glared at the referee in dissatisfaction, then looked at Hela with a calm and confident expression.

This is a spellcaster from such a shabby place.
When he turned his head to look at Hela, a fourth-ring spell had already rushed in front of him.

What
"boom!"

Fourth-level spell - negative energy blast.

After being hit in the face by the fourth ring spell, the defenseless Griat was also blown into a somewhat embarrassing state. As a price, the light of his robe dimmed a lot.

Before he could react, several three-ring spells took the opportunity and bombarded him continuously.

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

After quickly erecting an elemental shield, he looked at the cracked robe on his body with some heartache. Then he looked at Hela and said with gritted teeth.

"Good, you pissed me off."

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

Therefore, she ignored Griat's situation and continued to cast the spell calmly.

Fourth-ring spell—Necromancy enhancement. Fourth-ring spell—Soul enhancement.

Third-level spell - Flesh animation.

Third-level spell - Strengthen bones.

As Hela continued to cast spells, the aura of the three-ring undead that she took out from the space bracelet continued to surge, temporarily possessing the physical qualities of a four-ring undead.

You are strengthened, come on.

After quickly casting a spell to complete all the enhancements, Hela directly gave the order to attack the three-ring undead.

After receiving the order, the three-ring undead did not hesitate. While drawing out the bone sword, his figure disappeared from the spot.

"boom!"

In the blink of an eye, the undead appeared in front of Griat, wielding bone swords and continuously attacking his elemental shield.

Griat looked at the undead with disgust and threw out a Pyroblast spell.

"Get lost, disgusting corpse."

As the sparks burst forth, his voice spread all around.

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

However, most spellcasters know that the Necromancer's undead were built piece by piece by them and are the result of the Necromancer's painstaking efforts.

Therefore, even if they don't like the undead, most spellcasters will not say anything openly. Moreover, necromancers are also aware of this and rarely release their own undead when they are outside.

But, in our own territory, we can't

Especially in the Soul School, nine out of ten spellcasters can cast Undead.

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

After all, most necromancers have some feelings for the undead they created piece by piece. If you insult the undead directly in public, it will easily cause dissatisfaction among a lot of necromancers.

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

What do you mean? A 4th level spellcaster, how dare you be so arrogant in our territory?!
Damn it, even when Littorio was in power, he hated the undead so much that he never said such things when he was inspecting the School of Necromancer. Who do you think you are?
A fourth-ring spellcaster, does he really think he is a big shot?
Griat's words immediately made him the target of much hatred here, and every spellcaster in the audience looked at him with a changed look.

Even the spellcasters who had previously believed that he came from the City of Truth and admired him were still dissatisfied with him.

Several fourth-ring spellcasters had gloomy faces and took out the Book of Wisdom from their arms. After operating it for a few times, they stared at Griat and the other spellcasters who came with him without concealing their dissatisfaction.

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

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 Parliament of Truth, they naturally know that although the Black Domain is a remote little place, it does not mean that they can act tyrannically.

If you provoke the local soul school, even if they are right, you may not get any benefits.

What's more, the current situation is that they may not only provoke the Soul School, but the entire necromancer group.

Haha, send it.

(End of this chapter)