Chapter 733 Horror! The Undead Army (Alliance Leader's Additional Update)

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Wang Yan was dizzy. It turned out that this was not revenge, but a relationship. He glanced at the contestant seat from a distance. Sure enough, under his excellent eyesight, the dark saint's pretty face turned red and white, and she was embarrassed and angry. Her charming eyes glared at the undead wizard fiercely. This idiot dared to talk about her in public. Is he looking for death?

And the light saint was even more innocent, and was shot directly beside her. But they were too embarrassed to rush to the stage and beat up the mean necromancer, so they had to pretend to be absent-minded and pretend that they didn't hear anything.

But the two saints had already remembered the necromancer well in their hearts, and they would definitely make him suffer if they had the chance.

"Hey, Lord Gabriel." Wang Yan said helplessly, "Time is precious, let's start, you go first." After all, he had been trying to please him for a long time, so Wang Yan had to be a little polite.

Moreover, you have to look at the owner's face when beating a dog, he is a general under the command of the Dark Saint. What if he is too disrespectful and angers the Dark Saint?

"Qi Qi, then I won't be polite." The necromancer was honest and took out a bone staff inlaid with several monster skulls, rubbing his hands and said, "Your Highness, Son of Flame, are you ready?"

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

His warhammer was originally made of artifact-level materials, and he had been refining it like a flying sword for a long time. Now it has gradually become connected with Wang Yan's mind and can barely float in the air.

If another hundred years pass, it may slowly grow into a weapon spirit.

However, the weapon spirit of the Fire Pheasant Holy Sword, with all the energy of the Fire Pheasant Holy Sword, went to Wang Yan's warhammer. This brought a qualitative change to the warhammer, which directly evolved into the holy weapon level, and among the holy weapon level, it also belongs to the top existence with weapon spirit.

The blazing flame spread on the fire hammer, like a peerless beast with bared fangs and claws, arrogant.

Fire Hammer!

That's right, this is the name Wang Yan gave to his holy weapon-level warhammer, simple and generous, easy to understand. Although the weapon spirit is against this LB name, the owner of the warhammer is Wang Yan, and he can call it whatever he likes.

Wang Yan held the fire hammer in his hand and felt a sense of blood compatibility and unity with it. At the same time, he also felt the excitement of the Fire Hammer Spirit. This was its first battle after integrating into the Fire Hammer.

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

"Come on!" Wang Yan shouted in a deep voice, with a fiery fighting spirit in his eyes.

"Wait!" The Undead Wizard pushed the bone staff and said seriously, "I'm not ready yet."

"Puff!"

Wang Yan almost spit out a mouthful of old blood, and rolled his eyes at him unhappily. You're not ready yet, why are you asking me if I'm ready? Are you kidding me?

Seeing Wang Yan's unfriendly face, the Undead Wizard hurriedly said, "Your Highness, the Son of Fire, you are a high-ranking seed player, and I'm just a weak and poor Undead Wizard. Do you dare to wait for me for five minutes? No, three minutes?"

"Wow!?"

There was an uproar in the stands. This Undead Wizard was too shameless. He had already entered the ring, but he shamelessly asked his opponent to wait for him for a few minutes. Oh my god, the arena is like a battlefield, how can you play like this?

You are a necromancer, right? If I give you a few minutes, I'm afraid you can summon an army of undead, right?

There were waves of noise, one after another, all accusing the necromancer of being too shameless.

However, this necromancer is really shameless. In the midst of the taunts and scoldings, he remained calm and unmoved, and continued to look at Wang Yan calmly.

The dark saint had already turned her head away, unable to bear to watch any more. Her face flushed slightly, and it was obvious that she was embarrassed by having such a shameless subordinate.

"Hehe." Wang Yan was also touched by this guy's shamelessness. The flattery he had given him for half a day was all for this joke. He smiled and said, "Sir Gabriel, what if I dare? What if I don't dare?"

"If you dare to wait for me, I admire you as a hero and a leader among the young generation." The necromancer patted his chest and gave Wang Yan a thumbs up. Then he said, "If you don't dare, it doesn't matter. I will pat my butt and roll off the stage immediately, and hand over the victory to His Highness, the Son of Flame."

Wang Yan couldn't help laughing. This guy is really a talent. He started playing psychological tactics before the fight started.

Before Wang Yan could react.

There were shouts from the stands.

"Son of Flame, don't be fooled by him, don't agree to him."

"Son of Flame, let that shameless undead wizard roll off the stage."

"Son of Flame, no matter what, you are the most handsome, I want to give birth to a baby for you."

Of course, there were also many people clamoring for Wang Yan to agree to the undead wizard and teach him a profound lesson on the stage.

The top 32 players were also watching this scene, and they all found it a little funny. That necromancer was quite good at playing tricks. They were expecting Wang Yan to agree, otherwise, there would be no fun to watch.

"Interesting." Wang Yan touched his chin, raised his warhammer and folded his hands, and said with interest, "Okay, in fact, when I was playing games before, I was still very interested in necromancers. I want to see what interesting undead you can summon. Sir Gabriel, please."

While Wang Yan was speaking, he also made a gesture of invitation.

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

"Woo woo, how can the handsome Son of Flame agree to his shameless request?"

"The Son of Flame, domineering and mighty!"

"Shameless necromancer, how can you guess the strength of the Son of Flame?"

In the stands, there were waves of various voices again.

This is the difference between the ring match and the preliminaries. When Wang Yan participated in the preliminaries some time ago, the audience could see him, but he could not see the audience. Therefore, there was no interaction.

Now, the audience can interact with the contestants in time and even influence the contestants' choices on the stage. As a result, tens of thousands of audiences shouted more vigorously and excitedly.

"Qi Qi Qi~" The undead wizard laughed as if his evil plan had succeeded, "As expected of the Son of Fire, you are really generous. Then, I won't be polite." As he said that, his expression became serious and he waved his bone staff.

A cold and evil breath permeated from him, and the bone staff burst into cold and cold light, drawing a mysterious undead magic circle out of thin air.

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

It seemed that at this moment, he shed his vulgar breath and showed the demeanor of a true A+ level strong man. Indeed, it is not easy for a strong man who can grow to this level in his thirties to deal with it?

What's more, the legendary necromancer Gabriel was an extremely fanatical guy. As early as his twenties, he relied on the ancient necromancer magic circle to perform soul-out-of-body and ventured into the legendary kingdom of the dead.

Crazy, it was an extremely crazy act. The most exaggerated thing was that he actually came back alive.

No one knew what Gabriel experienced, what he gained, and what he lost in the kingdom of the dead. In short, after that, his strength improved by leaps and bounds, and he became the leader of the young generation in the ancient dark council.

"Crack!"

A grinding-like bone friction sound sounded, and a pale and creepy monster made of skeletons emerged from the necromancer magic circle. Its bones were strong and tall, more than three meters tall, like a giant.

In its eyes, two groups of cold green ghost fires were lively and lively, as if they had life wisdom. The joints of the bones were covered with hideous barbs. His left hand held a huge barbed bone shield, and his right hand held a thick bone knife, majestic and domineering.

"Interesting, interesting." Wang Yan couldn't help but praise, "I see this skeleton has the breath of a B-level monster, and its strength is quite good. What's its name?"

"Haha, it's called a skeleton troll." The necromancer introduced proudly, "It can fight and resist, and its strength and defense are very outstanding."

As he spoke, another skeleton troll emerged from the undead magic circle and stood side by side with the previous one.

Then, one after another emerged.

Finally, a full ten skeleton trolls stood side by side, as if forming a huge wall of bones, separating Wang Yan and the necromancer.

"Wow! A full ten B-level skeleton trolls?"

Many people at the scene began to worry about Wang Yan. A B-level monster is just a food delivery for the Son of Fire, but a full ten of them form a scale effect, and the power is greatly increased.

"Anything else?" Wang Yan asked calmly.

"Yes!" The necromancer chanted the ancient necromancer spell, and another kind of skeleton soldiers swarmed out of the magic circle. Their bodies were far smaller than those of the skeleton trolls, but they were agile and numerous.

They held all kinds of bone weapons in their hands, including swords, spears, swords and sticks.

There were more than 300 skeletons in this wave, most of which were D-level skeleton soldiers, and a small number were C-level skeleton leaders. Among them, there were more than 30 skeleton archers. Under the command of the necromancer, they hid at the end, and their bows and arrows were pointed at Wang Yan from a distance.

However, this was not over yet.

At the last moment, more than a dozen skeleton magicians wearing tattered magic robes and holding bone staffs came out. Green flames lingered in their pupils, and their aura was very strong. Obviously, they were not simple goods.

Hundreds of skeleton soldiers of various kinds confronted Wang Yan from a distance.

"Trouble, the Son of Flame is in big trouble." Some people in the stands exclaimed, "Didn't he use up all the skeleton soldiers in the preliminaries? That despicable undead wizard actually hid so deeply."

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

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