Shire's order was issued, and in an instant, "Noda Hill" suddenly became the one that had a contraction formation.

The three leaders of the Holy Relic Shield were placed in front of a multiple-choice question.

The first option is to save your priest and spellcaster first, and then reorganize the formation and continue fighting, but the premise is that most members can survive the spell bombardment.

The second option is to start all the other members and attack Noda Hill's formation, and be sure to interrupt the casting of the three casters.

Actually, the choice is very obvious.

After a round of three four-ring spells, except for the heavy bloody warriors in the "Sacred Relic Shield", all other professions may die. If you analyze the situation carefully, it is not difficult to find that until now, Noda Hill has firmly grasped the trend of advance and retreat.

Moreover, facing the goblin hunter Melieru and her goblin hunter, Quincy didn't feel they could protect the remaining priests and spellcasters.

"I've tried my best."

Shir stood in the formation, looking at the "Storm Claw" Thor, the bear warrior Habakak led the members and launched a charge without fear of death. He shook his head in his heart. This battle ended without any danger.

...

"Ding, you and your team won the third victory."

“Get 5 idle skill points.”

"Get 1 free attribute point."

In the system information, Charles checked his character panel and found that after the team battle, his lv2's "Prayer Prayer" upgrade progress increased from 68% to 97%.

"It has increased by 29%, this efficiency is tsk." Shire exclaimed. Although the team destroyed the "Sacred Relic Shield" did not have the high experience gains as high as killing the ice demon Priestre, the 29% progress is equivalent to a hard practice in the outside world for a week of hard work.

5 idle skill points, thrown to the ‘medical’ skill.

“【Medical】50.”

This is the second skill to achieve the corresponding level of the model fifth ring after "focus".

As for 1 attribute point, Charles throws it on the ‘perception’ attribute.

Including the perception attribute bonus of Model Template 2, his perception attributes are now 29 points, and he is still 1 point away from advancing to the second stage of the extraordinary.

The main attribute reaches 30 points and the second stage of extraordinary is one of the conditions for the promotion of hero templates for all professions. The total level of the Shire character will soon be lv23, and you should also prepare for the promotion of heroes.

In addition, the blue feat of [Bloody Challenger] has obtained a 50% upgrade progress, and it should take another battle to upgrade, but Shire does not intend to continue to spend it here.

The Bloody Arena is too mysterious. Shire has not found any records about the Bloody Arena in his mind in his knowledge base. Moreover, he always felt that the third victory was the conspiracy of the administrator Touls.

This victory came too lightly, and for Charles, the 30 people in the "Sacred Shield" were not as threatening as the ice demon Priestre.

"Congratulations, Challenger Shire!"

Before he knew it, the magic light curtain of the arena had been removed. Tours smiled and fell from the sky, carefully looking around the arena where the corpses were still smelling pungent and sulfur remained in the air.

"After three wins, you can choose to leave or stay and carry out the next stage of the challenge." Tours threw the bait very simply. "If you can win the fourth, fifth and sixth victory, then the treasure house of "Air Hill" will be opened to you. You can choose any three pieces of excellent equipment, or just take away one legendary equipment..."

"No need!" Charles waved his hand calmly, "Please tell me directly where the notes of Master Al are. I will take them and leave."

"What a pity..."

Turs was stunned for a moment, and could only stretch out his white and slender index finger, and recite some ancient spell in his mouth. With a "puff", a green ball of light floated out of his fingertips, "Follow it!"

"The sphere has a trace of my soul power, so that you will not be killed by spell guards or by some ancient spell traps in the second half of the way."

The green light ball wandered around Charles and then flew straight to a passage in the arena.

"Thank you."

Charles thanked Touls, and hurriedly summoned his friends to follow the light ball.

The magnificent ancient arena quickly quieted down.

Tens of thousands of necromancers in the audience disappeared silently. Tuls stood in the empty arena. Soon after, a female earthly bound spirit at least at the level of hero suddenly emerged from the ground and reported to Tuls: "Sir, the souls of 30 Holy Landers have been imprisoned."

"very good."

Tules finally smiled, looked at the Earth-Binding Spirit who had followed her for thousands of years, and suddenly asked, "...Miranda, do you want to go out?"

"Go out?" Dibiling's empty eyes seemed even more confused at this moment. "I am the product of the resentment of the losers in the arena. Only by continuously absorbing these resentment can I survive. Lord Touls, I don't know what reason I want to leave this."

"Is that?" Tours smiled, "When you have hope, you will definitely change your mind."

As soon as he finished speaking, Touls waved his hand and teleported instantly with the Earth-Binding Spirit, standing in a dark dungeon.

The souls of a group of people in the "Shield of the Holy Relic" are being held in a cell.

The winged man Thor stared at the sudden arrival of Tours and said coldly: "Imprison the soul of the player, you are provoking the Supreme God!"

Touls didn't care about Thor's accusations, and his left and right hands brushed across the void in front of him, so two twenty-inch-sized void screens appeared, with two different real-time images on it.

One is an image of nearly seventy members of the "Shield of the Holy Relic" trapped in endless dungeons, and the second is an image of a group of 14 people following the green ball of light and advancing in a winding and narrow corridor.

"What the hell do you want to do?" Thor shouted.

"Become a believer of my 'hell butcher'!" Tuls changed his elegance and suddenly gave an invitation with low and fanatical words, "Join the camp of the Bloody Arena, and you will get what you want, such as...power!"

A sneer interrupted Tours's words.

The soul of the bear warrior Habakak was clenching his ears and looked disdainful, "You are not a god, why should we believe in you? Besides, we are players, fundamentally pan-believers and unbelievers. If you forcefully change our faith, you will not gain any pure power of faith and wish."

"You don't understand! You don't understand!"

Touls shook his head in a low voice, "I'm going out!"

"You don't understand the loneliness of a soul trapped for more than two thousand years!" A hint of hatred flashed through Turs' eyes, "Al is dead, but he refused to release me before he fell, and continued to imprison me and let me guard the remaining mage ruins for him."

"I need believers, I need the power of faith to ignite the divine fire and achieve the position of demigod!"
Chapter completed!