Chapter 734 The Most Powerful Tactic in History

(On Monday, please vote for recommendation)

…

On the contrary, Wang Yan, the person involved, was calm and composed, and turned a deaf ear to the pessimistic voices in the stands. He looked at the skeleton mages with interest and said, "Sir Gabriel, those skeleton mages are quite powerful, and they all have the aura of B-level."

"Of course." The necromancer said proudly, "They are elite skeleton mages that I have carefully trained. Although the spells they know are very simple, each one is like a mobile turret."

"Amazing." Wang Yan gave a thumbs up sincerely, "I heard that the necromancy has been lost for a long time, but you can play the necromancy to such a superb level. You are a talent."

"Hahaha, Thank you for your praise, His Highness, the Son of Fire. "The necromancer said proudly, "Back then, in order to learn and comprehend the most traditional necromancy, I risked my soul to enter the kingdom of the dead, not for today."

"The kingdom of the king." Wang Yan touched his chin and said with interest, "I have only heard of that mysterious kingdom in rumors? Does it really exist? Sir Gabriel, tell me about the story there when you have time."

"No problem." The necromancer was in a good mood and agreed with a hearty pat on his chest.

"Okay! I'll buy you a drink then. Now, shall we start fighting?" A ray of fire flashed across Wang Yan's eyes, and he held the fire hammer at an angle.

"Wait!" The necromancer called out hastily, "Your Highness, I'm not ready yet."

"Not ready yet?" Wang Yan broke out in a cold sweat, "Didn't we agree on three minutes?"

"Three minutes doesn't include chatting, I just introduced you to the arms." The necromancer laughed dryly and said, "Wait a little longer, I'll be ready soon." As he spoke, he began to chant the ancient and evil spell with concentration, and the cold-colored magic circle surged again.

This time, the undead aura was even stronger, and the black evil mist almost covered the entire arena.

"Okay, hurry up, I've kept the audience waiting for a long time." Wang Yan put away the war hammer and shouted with concern.

The audience outside the venue broke out in a cold sweat. Since the Youth Conference was held, they have seen many strange battles, but it is rare to see such a strange battle.

Son of Fire, are you playing house with the necromancer?

However, the next second. All their attention was attracted to the necromancer.

In the black fog of evil spirits, the cold-colored magic circle was particularly eye-catching. Suddenly, "Da", "Da", "Da", a series of crisp horse hoof knocking on the ground sounded.

In the magic circle of summoning the undead, a horse first emerged, a huge bone horse.

Its bones were like cold iron, two groups of emerald green ghost fire in its eye sockets were bright and dazzling, and a long unicorn bone spur on its forehead was shining coldly. The most peculiar thing was that four groups of emerald green dark flames were burning on its four hooves.

Every time the hoof knocked on the bluestone ground, it would leave a burning dark flame track.

Dark flame bone horse!

In the audience, some knowledgeable magicians recognized this kind of undead, their faces changed rapidly, and they cried out in surprise.

In ancient legends, every appearance of the dark flame bone horse was accompanied by death and destruction. Because the dark flame bone horse never appeared alone, they were usually the mounts of the death knight.

Death knights, that is a terrible soldier in the kingdom of the dead, they are fearless and cold and terrifying. Some powerful death knights can fight dragons and kill angels.

A cold wind blew past, and the thick black fog dissipated a little in an instant.

The knight on the horse of Ma Mingyan Bone also caught everyone's attention. It was covered with black full-body armor and held a giant two-handed sword in its hand. Under the black helmet, the only thing revealed was its pair of eyes with blazing ghost fire.

A cold and terrible breath seemed to have swept across the entire arena, and the bone-chilling death chill made people shudder.

Death knight!

It was indeed a death knight, a terrible high-end soldier from the Kingdom of Kings. It is said that every death knight starts with A-level strength. And this death knight has a strong breath of death, which should be above A-level and below A+ level.

As soon as this death knight appeared.

Many viewers who care about Wang Yan felt a little nervous, and the Son of Flame was in big trouble.

"Woo~ That undead wizard is so hateful, so hateful." Sun Youmiao, who was holding the sapling, pouted and said angrily, "He actually used such a shameless tactic. Uncle is right. He should have beaten the undead wizard to death with a hammer."

"Screw, screw, screw."

The sapling shook twice, and the branches trembled, maintaining the appearance of sharing the same hatred with the owner. That undead wizard is so hateful, so hateful.

"Hehe, don't worry, little seedling." Liu Bujie comforted him, "Since Lao Wang dared to wait for him to summon, he must have some confidence. But he was indeed careless. This arena is so small, and the opponent's undead formation has been completely set up. Even if Lao Wang wins, it will definitely be a hard battle."

After these words came out, Sun Youmiao's eyes became even more gloomy, and he wanted to rush to the arena to help his uncle beat up the hateful and despicable undead wizard.

"Humph!"

Seeing that Wang Yan seemed to have fallen into the trap, logically, she should be gloating. But now, she felt depressed for some reason. She coldly snorted and said, "Wang Yan is such a fool. He fell into the bad guy's trap after being flattered for a few words. Nana, what are you doing?" Humans? How can one be more shameless than the other?"

The dark saint didn't know why, but her expression wasn't very good either. But when she heard the words of the Holy Lady of Light, she frowned and retorted: "All of you in the Holy See of Light are good people, right? Wang Yan is too arrogant, and he deserves it."

Even so, there was a hint of worry in her eyes. Lao Wang's battle is not easy to fight.

At the same time, there are many people who are worried about Wang Yan.

…

"The death knight looks very domineering." Wang Yan's attitude was very relaxed. He touched his nose and said, "Gabri, you hide it quite well. If you can show this skill during the qualifiers, maybe you can Even my points can’t compare with yours.”

"Thank you, thank you." The Necromancer seemed a little tired. He sat down on the ground, wiped his sweat, took out the magic bread and magic water and started eating and drinking. "Your Highness, Son of Fire, you have brought me to this point anyway. Now, you can’t watch me fight you exhausted, right? Just be a good person and let me recover my physical strength and magic power.”

"That's okay. Eat slowly, drink slowly, and don't choke." Wang Yan sat on the ground casually and asked with concern, "Would you like some more barbecue? I have some in my storage bracelet."

"Haha, that's not necessary." The undead wizard blinked his eyes and used the heart of a villain to judge the heart of a gentleman.

Then he ate and drank quickly. Magic bread and magic water were not ordinary bread and water. They helped the magician recover as quickly as possible.

When Wang Yan saw his refusal, he didn't care. He took out some mutton skewers, heated them up and ate them. Not to mention, after watching the show for a long time, he was really hungry. These mutton skewers were left behind when he entertained the two saints in Huahai City yesterday. Wang Yan couldn't bear to waste them, so he packed them up and took them away. Take advantage of the storage bracelet's features to maintain optimal freshness.

The host Sean on the side was sweating profusely.

What do these two guys think of the arena? I really want to ask them, do they want to serve you some big meals and wait until you are full and drunk?

Fortunately, a few minutes later, the necromancer jumped up after eating and drinking, and his magic power had returned to 77 or 88. Then he waved his bone wand, and a wave of bone-chilling chill spread to the surrounding area.

Those skeleton soldiers were caught by the cold wave and changed instantly. Their bones creaked and became tougher, full of metallic luster.

"Bone strengthening surgery."

This is one of the signature spells of the ancient necromancer, which can make the summoned skeleton soldiers stronger and more durable.

Amidst the "boos", even though he was as shameless as the undead wizard, he was a little embarrassed to sit down to eat and drink again to recover the consumed mana. Hehe laughed twice and said, "Your Highness, Son of Flame, I'm ready."

"Ready, let's start." Wang Yan was obedient, put away the unfinished skewers, patted his butt and stood up, holding the fire hammer and said, "Gabri, let's start..."

Wang Yan hasn't said the word "war" yet.

Suddenly!

Something strange happened.

"Crack!"

The bluestone ground beneath Wang Yan's feet surged, and stalagmite-like bone spurs shot up from the ground, instantly trapping Wang Yan. Each of those bone spurs is three to four meters long, and the thickest part at the root is as thick as an elephant's leg.

More than a dozen bone spurs criss-crossed, like a cage, trapping Wang Yan inside. What was even more frightening was that there were many bone spurs sticking out horizontally, each one shining with cold light and extremely sharp. They were aimed at Wang Yan's body. His body, as long as he dares to move randomly, can turn him into a hornet's nest.

"What!?"

There was an uproar on the field.

What is this scenario? Why did the Son of Fire get hit and trapped as soon as the battle started?

"This is - the Bone Spur Cage." Some well-informed magicians exclaimed, "That despicable necromancer concealed the magic fluctuations while eating and drinking, and set up this trap."

What?

It's too despicable and shameless.

There was an uproar in the stands, with everyone scolding the necromancer for his despicableness. The Son of Flame has already let you down like this, and you still use such a despicable and shameless trap for a sneak attack?

"Wahaha~~ Son of Flame, how do you feel about my bone spur cage? Jie Jie Jie, stop struggling randomly. Even an A+ level expert will need at least two minutes to break through the blockade of my bone spur cage. Here, In two minutes, I can kill you again and again, and kill you in a complex manner." The undead wizard's wild laughter echoed throughout the arena, his face full of scorn, "Son of Flame, Son of Flame, they all say you are cunning. Like a fox, the tactics are so varied. But in my opinion, it’s just like that. I’ll just give you a few words and you’ll get carried away. Lucky me, Gabri, you’re the only one among the eleven seed players. I was chosen. Wow haha~ This is fate.”

His wild laughter was so ugly and harsh, as if he was mocking the Son of Fire's stupidity.

Many people who care about Wang Yan are trembling with anger. That guy is so despicable and shameless, and he is still so arrogant and domineering after gaining power. He really deserves a beating.

"It's almost time. Son of Flame, today I will let you see what real undead magic is and what the sea of ​​skeletons is." The undead wizard stopped laughing wildly. He raised the bone staff, chanted the incantation, and issued the command, "Young men, prepare..."

Click!

The skeleton soldiers suddenly cheered up, the fire in their eyes was burning, and they were ready to charge at any time. The skeleton archers drew their bow strings one after another, and the bone arrows were already aimed at Wang Yan from a distance. With just one command, they could be covered with arrows.

Those skeleton magicians raised their magic wands, and masses of pure elemental power gathered at the tip of the magic array. The huge magic power could explode with terrifying lethality at any time.

This army of skeletons seemed to have turned into a war machine capable of crushing everything in an instant.

Suddenly.

"hehe."

Wang Yan chuckled, and the sound was so abrupt in the ring, as if it contained a hint of contempt. Even the movements of the necromancer were slightly stagnant.

"Alas~" Wang Yan sighed softly, his voice floating in all directions, "Gabri, Gabri, do you think I am so stupid that I don't know how to use tactics?"

"What?" The necromancer's pupils shrank, his expression was a little weak, and then he shouted unconvinced, "You are about to lose, and you still want to use words to deceive me? What tactics did you use, show me, I I don’t dare to eat your meat skewers.”

Isn't it?

Many disappointed people had a glimmer of hope in their hearts. Could it be that the Sons of Fire had really used their tactics without anyone noticing?

"I didn't use tactics." Wang Yan's voice sounded a little calm.

Well?

The glimmer of hope that everyone had just had was suddenly shattered, right? Son of Fire, are you kidding everyone? I don't want you to fool around with me like this.

"Haha." After the undead wizard was stunned, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief. His tone became more arrogant and he taunted, "Son of Flame, aren't you so angry that you are stupid? Forget it, if you surrender, I will …”

"Idiot, I didn't use tactics." Wang Yan interrupted him, his eyes calm and his tone a little joking, "It's because there is no need for tactics to deal with a third-rate character like you."

"What!?"

The necromancer and the scene were all shocked, and the whole place fell silent.

Three, a third-rate character!

Is this too arrogant? You, Son of Fire, are only A+ level. Even if you are stronger than the Necromancer, you are probably only too strong, right?

The Necromancer was even more angry and trembling, "Damn it, damn it, Son of Flame, you are too arrogant..."

"Crack!"

The sound of bone cracking sounded, interrupting the undead wizard's words.

"boom!"

A violent force exploded, and the bone spur cage turned into countless fragments, sputtering in all directions.

A terrifying figure with hair standing on end and dyed red in the light of the flames stepped out step by step, like a flame demon from the world of purgatory.

His eyes were directed at the Necromancer with contempt and teasing, "I'm sorry, so what if I'm arrogant? You bite me."

…