Academic Gathering with Lich Colleagues

Chapter 392 Special Guests
"Let me tell you, who is that guy?" Lyle looked at the human-shaped matchstick that suddenly ignited in the center of the arena. After burning for 1 minute, the warrior was carried out by a group of mystics, probably for first aid. The Balrog girl followed behind them anxiously.

A tablecloth lich was sitting next to Lyle. The reporter glanced at it for a while and turned back uninterestedly.

"I don't know who he is, but I know he will later become a close relative of coke and cinder."

"What a warrior." Lyle sighed, finally understanding the reason for avoiding the Balrog. "Perhaps Andrea's new funeral service can give him a copy."

"He's still alive, Plague Doctor." The loud voice rang in Lyle's ears, and Mr. Raymond's figure completely enveloped the trembling reporter, "And he's far away from death."

Mr. Raymond stood on his seat and watched the little black dot disappear from sight. "Paladin, if that Balrog were stronger, my society would have another newcomer, what a pity."

"However, that paladin has clearly suffered severe burns, and that kind of injury could kill him at any time."

"No, plague doctor," Raymond shook his head, "he is a paladin."

"You probably haven't heard the saying: Paladins can't be hurt twice by the same power."

"Literally, in every battle, the paladin will learn to resist from the pain. The more dying, the stronger the resistance will increase. The power of the paladin comes from trials and battles, the rewards of the holy light, and the growth of their own physical fitness , making paladins the most powerful warriors."

"If that paladin continues, it won't be long before his body will learn fire resistance, or even fire immunity."

Raymond naturally also saw the scene where the paladin and the Balrog embraced each other.

"Paladins and demons..." Lei Meng's voice gradually decreased, and then there was a bang on his body.

Mr. Dean, who was sitting behind Raymond's seat, "put" the enchanted cane on his helmet.

"How long do you have to stand! Don't you know that you are an eyesore! Blocked my sight!" The dean squinted at the demon stand diagonally, and the group of Raymondos fanatics had already started to get restless "Sit down!"

"Okay." Mr. Raymond sat back on his seat. Behind him was Mr. Dean. Senior professor Mr. Julong, in front of him is the president of the Magic Research Club, Mr. Jing.And Lyle was diagonally in front of Raymond's position.

These are the writings of Mr. Dean, the "caretaker" of the dangerous person Holy Light's Calamity.

The Wandering City ethnic group competition is about to begin, and all ethnic groups have found their positions in the stands of the black abyss arena that has been distorted by space.

Logically speaking, in order to highlight the theme of the event of harmonious coexistence of various races, it should be a random mix of seats for people of all races.

However, some races are the kind of existence that threaten the lives of others even if they get close.

For example, the demons, and the lich.

Andry College occupies an area in the stands, and they cannot leave their area while watching.

Lyle watched in such embarrassment, the familiar Lich colleagues surrounded him three times in circles.Some of these key figures have also received attention.For example, Mr. Raymond, Mr. Darkness and other dangerous people who have their own strength and act outrageously.

There will be many "guards" around them.

But Lyle looked around him, feeling weird no matter what.

Those sitting around him are all their acquaintances.

The three-person team of the Necromancer Figure Club, shiny, manipulative, flexible.

Mister Miracle and Mister Inspiration.

The trio of literary clubs, Mr. Gentleman, Mr. Reporter and Mr. Delusion.

They are all around themselves.

Lyle greeted the friends around him peacefully, but he always felt that he had fallen into a pit in his heart.

Just when Lyle lowered his head and struggled.

The eight people in Andrei's confusion looked at each other and smiled on the flesh and blood.

As Bigby's very personal high-pitched voice appeared in everyone's ears through the magic crystal, the opening ceremony officially began.

"Gentlemen! Ladies! Today! We will witness together in the arena of glory that that group is the most powerful!"

"No amount of rhetoric can calm our enthusiasm, so! Let's start our opening ceremony directly!"

"The Wandering City Tournament once every ten years! This time! We have attracted our new friends!"

"Human Race! Phantom in the Forest, Hero in the Trees! Levithur Ghost Hunter!"

"Same human race! Wall of War, Berserk Knight! Deria Defender Knight!"

The cheers and shouts represent that these two kingdoms have integrated into the Wandering City.

Bigby paused for a second, then raised his thin voice again.

"And our old friends are also our new friends! They have never participated in the Tournament, but their race impresses us. Let us wait and see! Will the magic of death be equal to power, and whether insidious cunning can bring Come win!"

"Andre! Lich!!!!"

"Roar!!!!!!!" The violent roar seemed to be able to collapse the arena, and the momentum was far louder than the cheers received by the two human kingdoms.

This is the foundation of Andrei's reputation accumulated over the years.

Lyle looked at a stone monster sitting not far away, his granite face was looking at him, and from that uneven face, Lyle saw human anger.

"I said, is Anderi really welcome?" Lyle looked at the expressions of the people around him. After hearing Anderi's words, their negative emotions were all written on their faces.

"Of course they are welcome, Plague Doctor, didn't you hear their cheers?" Mister Miracle chuckled, "We, Andrei, are well-received."

"However, that guy doesn't seem to be looking at me right." Lyle pointed to the stone monster, which was thumping its fist and glaring at him viciously.

The reporter glanced at Lyle's line of sight, and then handed Lyle a blank piece of paper.

"Here you are, Epidemic Doctor."

Lyle looked at both sides of the white paper, there was no handwriting, and there was no magical aura, it was just an ordinary white paper.

"Why give me this?"

"Blacklist, write down the names for future revenge, no, exchange feelings."

Biggby rubbed his slender nails on the magic crystal, and the ear-piercing scratching sound covered up the "enthusiasm" roar of the audience. When the sound decreased a bit, Biggby announced again loudly.

"New friends, naturally have to prepare a new opening ceremony."

"This year, our opening ceremony is..."

"Hellfire Invitational!"

"Everyone should already be familiar with the protagonist of this race!" In the center of Jiaodu Field, several spine wheels who would definitely be caught for illegal modification in Anderui rushed into everyone's sight.

"The Wheel of the Spine! A new means of transportation developed by the Necromancer Society of Andrei, a tool! A work of art! It is also a weapon! The Wheel of the Spine is absolutely welcome in the Demon Race !Damn it, even I cried for days because the Spine Wheel didn't have a Dwarf Demon custom version!"

"This great creation that can turn your brain into adrenaline, who is the one who can really control it! Its researchers? Or its masters!"

"Today, all doubts will be answered."

"Hellfire Invitational Tournament! A special guest from Andry College will be invited to join the competition!"

"he is the one……"

"Son of the Fallen Angel! Prince of the Black Abyss! Father of the Wheel of the Spine!"

"Plague doctor!!!!!!"

(End of this chapter)