read_content_up(); As the battle dragged on, the priest's treatment began to look stretched.

The less wounded warriors left it alone, and instead stole the more seriously wounded.

I saw it in my eyes, and I felt very helpless in my heart, and said to Ren on the side: "How long do you think this kind of practice of caring about the east and ignoring the west can be maintained?" ”

Wren thought for a moment and said, "At most, ten more minutes will be fought, and this battle will be over." ”

I asked him again, "Which team do you think will win?" ”

Wren shook his head: "I don't know, I think that their fighting styles are very similar, and their strength is also very close, and whoever loses and wins is possible." ”

I laughed: "Your way of answering belongs to the mud." ”

Wren turned his head and asked, "Which team do you think will win?" ”

Shrugging my shoulders, I said, "I don't know either." ”

Rennes:......

The battle that followed can be compared with the word fatigue.

The priest's milk was weak, and the warrior's fight was weak, and when the priest had no more magic to heal quickly, the warrior's injuries began to worsen.

The forward battle between the two sides was stalemate for a few more minutes before it ended.

It was followed by the rear forces of both sides.

The archer crackled and shot arrows at the opponent, and the mage crackled and threw magic missiles at the opposite side.

The arrows are all ordinary arrows, without any magic attributes attached, even if they pierce the elven warrior adventurer who collapsed to the ground, it will not cause them any substantial damage, of course, it is still possible to scratch the skin.

Magic missiles are of different colors, and there are all kinds of attributes, but there is a difference between magic missiles and arrows, that is, when two magic missiles collide, there will be an explosion, and after the explosion, the magic missile will dissipate into the air, unlike arrows, which will fall to the ground after offsetting, and there is the possibility of hurting people, and the magic missile after the magic power dissipates is as harmless as air.

Looking at the magic missiles that flew over and threw over and the arrows that were shot and reflected in the past, I felt that this scene was simply more exciting than the war special effects of many domestic blockbusters in ancient costumes.

However, this war of attrition ended not long after, for the simple reason that the archers were gone.

Generally speaking, an archer without arrows is no different from a salted fish, of course, this is only for the Terrans and Dwarves, as well as some of the weaker orcs, for the elves, the elves with arrows are the archers, and the elves without arrows are the weaker warriors.

I saw the elven archers put their bows aside, drew short daggers from their waists, and rushed towards the opposite side.

At the same time as the elven shooters are in close contact, there are magic missiles that keep flying past them, attacking the elven mages on the opposite side, and some elf shooters don't pay attention during the battle, or they can't dodge, and are hit by the oncoming magic missiles, often once this happens, they lie down directly, not because the magic missiles are huge, but because they will be cut through their outfits by the opponent with a dagger, or leave a shallow scar in the fatal position of the body, indicating that you have hung up, And those elves who have been lightly scarred in a fatal position will choose to lie on the ground and pretend to be dead, indicating that they have hung up.

In this way, in just a few minutes, all the elven archers were lying on the ground and pretending to be dead, leaving only two teams of mages still holding on.

At this point, the battle can basically be regarded as a match point, but this kind of match point is far more boring than other match points.

The most boring match point is that both sides are priests, and while they fight hand-to-hand, they compete for resilience, followed by this kind of battle between magicians.

It's not that the battles between magicians are boring, but if the two sides compete with each other with real strength, unleash all kinds of colorful and powerful magic, and push the battle scenes to a climax again and again, such battles between magicians are wonderful.

And at the moment, both teams of magicians are unwilling to use their true strength, but the magic missiles you throw back and forth are still the most common types of magic missiles, at best, they add a little magic to other elemental types and turn them into ordinary magic missiles of different elements.

With the power of these magic missiles, even if they hit my naked body, they might not be able to cause much pain.

I sighed, I was so bored, I wanted to just get up and leave the venue, or yell: Are you fighting, or are you throwing paper balls?

Wren on the side was also a little unable to sit still, he sighed and said in a low voice: "This is not a competition, but a friendly battle, no, a friendly practice battle." ”

I craned my chin and pouted: "It's not just a friendship practice battle, do you think they have the spirit of fighting?" This is a friendship practice game, it's playing, not fighting. ”

"I agree," Wren said, "It's good that my disciples are not like them, otherwise, I would have cleared the portal." ”

Listening to his words, I groaned a little and said: "It's different, that's different, those disciples of yours were all sent by Lirea from Eri City by me, they are all elven orphans without parents, they have not had much sympathy for their own compatriots who have been influenced by the atmosphere of Eri City since they were children, and at the same time, Lirea's organization must have used harsh and cruel methods when training these children, I remember that when I first met those children, there was only darkness in their eyes, no light and no hope. ”

"That's why I'm confident that my disciples will be able to defeat the assassins in your fiancée," Wren said earnestly.

"Oh?" I became interested: "Why do you say that?" ”

"Because of hope and light," Wren said, "even as an Assassin, both are indispensable." ”

I looked into his eyes, and his eyes were so serious that I couldn't help but ask him, "Why?" ”

Wren said slowly: "Hope, give people motivation, light, let people see the darkness more clearly." ”

I repeated Wren's words a few times, then smiled, "It seems that you know a lot of things that I don't understand." ”

"Everyone has strengths, my strength is the Assassin, and yours is the ability to lead me," Wren said.

"Oh, it's wrong, it's wrong, it's wrong, leadership or something, I'm still studying hard, trying to improve, and strive to become more of a leader in the future."

"Hehe" Wren smiled: "It's really worthy of the lord I recognize, the degree of shamelessness and cheekiness is simply superb." ”

I grinned, didn't argue, looked at the arena, only the last two magicians were still standing against each other, frowning boredly, I turned my head silently, and asked Wren, "Are the people who are watching us still there?" ”