Chapter 743: Magical Formation Changes

It was an indescribable feeling, but from the raging energy storm, you could vaguely detect that the two people fighting on the stage were slowly merging with each other, just like two ropes of different colors, gradually being twisted into a sensation.

This wonderful sense of combat fusion, the elite adventure team that has experienced a long experience, is the most profound feeling. It is a situation where the power between teammates is identical and integrated into each other, which can only be formed after years of mutual training and cooperation.

Such a powerful adventure team will make people feel that the power and momentum of everyone in the team are integrated into a whole, condensed into a huge wave, earth-shaking and unparalleled. Generally, they can exert nearly ten times the sum of the strength of the entire team. If they encounter such a combination at the pseudo-domain level, even Carlos and Seattlek can only take a detour.

All the audiences on the stage are still at the level of first-world adventurers. At best, the teams are only in harmony and have a deep understanding of each other, and naturally they cannot experience this feeling. They can only vaguely feel that change. Only the two legendary figures on the stone wall can clearly grasp the context.

"Of course, being able to form such a tacit understanding so quickly is inseparable from Artoria's profession. The unparalleled tolerance of the Knight King profession is the key to this situation."

Just leaned half against the stone wall, Lanster half-squinted his eyes and added leisurely.

The assimilation and fusion between teams are related to the fighting styles of the team's respective professions and their respective personalities. The overall attributes are average and the gentle druid has the highest fusion rate among the seven major professions. The fusion rate between the barbarians and the paladins is also high. However, it is difficult for the barbarians and assassins to merge because the fighting styles of the two are very different. Paladins are difficult to merge with necromancers. This is a property problem. Amazon and anyone can get along with each other, but it seems that they can't get along with each other. The wizards and anyone can cooperate, which is also a relatively balanced type.

Of course, there are a few special examples, such as necromancers and priests. If they want to merge and merge, they probably... well, it is not impossible. It will take several times more time for other different professions, and it depends on whether you can live to that time.

What Lanster just said is related to Artoria's Knight King profession, which is what it means. As the Knight King profession, leading his own warrior group to fight, the ability to quickly integrate the power of the entire team into a whole is the real value of this profession.

In other words, no matter how useless the other party is, for example, a dead house who is determined to eat and wait for death, or a cloaked monster who does not have the temperament of a master when walking on the street, often by children who are considered to be bullied adults and push them around, or a fool who plays with fire and ice for a while without a certain attribute and has only nine IQs. Artoria's power has a strong tolerance that can be integrated well.

"Just think that's it, but the tacit understanding that takes decades to cultivate can be achieved. Even if the fusion rate of the Knight King profession is high, it is impossible to do it. We cannot deny the contribution of that stupid boy."

Kasha recovered from surprise and continued to hold her wine one by one. For her existence, there were so many strange things that she had experienced, and few things could panic.

"Indeed, the extremely powerful fusion power that can be integrated with adventurers is probably the only advantage of that boy besides his strength. Because of this, Artoria has the idea of ​​making this hopeless fool a good king. In fact, both are fools, so I said that Artoria and that boy may really be a perfect match."

Lanster still analyzed slowly with a vicious tongue, and then sighed helplessly, as if he was very depressed by this fact. The proud elf queen, even if she was indeed a little stupid in some aspects, there was no need to meet such a foolish boy.

"However, this kind of fusion is just an occasional act of flashing inspiration. If you want to truly grasp this feeling and be able to exert it at any time, these two will have to go through several months of running-in."

Finally, Cascha concluded that Lanster was silent. Although the drunkard in front of him was no longer the arrogant queen who did whatever he wanted, her judgment did not change with this drastic change, and was still as sharp as ever.

"Clang clang clang clang..............."

On the ring, the sounds of the collision of weapons like solid sound waves still appearing one after another, as if endless, the storm that ravaged the entire ring and the audience never stopped from the beginning, but everyone around gradually grasped a clue that made them feel subtle.

Power, momentum, and combat style. These three attributes are like everyone's fingerprints. In this world, two people who completely overlap in these three attributes are found.

But at this moment, in their eyes, the figures of the two people on the stage, the power and fighting style they emitted, seemed to gradually merge together. The two figures were obviously intertwined and collided, but as they looked, they were like hallucinations appeared in their eyes, and the two figures turned into one.

This situation makes these unknown people think that the battle is too intense, so that their eyes cannot keep up and become tired, so they will always have this situation. It can be seen from the fact that they shake their heads with great distress from time to time, or rub their eyes, trying to separate the two intertwined battle figures.

Of course, there are also some more keen adventurers, such as a cute little fox of a thief elf, who was not confused by this situation and suspected that there was something wrong with his eyes. Instead, he carefully considered this change and used his own knowledge and experience to judge its essence bit by bit through analysis and guessing.

...

This is a wonderful feeling, I can't describe it in detail in words, but suddenly, I found that I could guess from every move, every look, every move of Artoria, how her next move, or even the next few moves, would be attacked.

I think it’s not just that I have this feeling, but Artoria should be able to feel it too. I don’t remember when this tacit understanding began to appear in us, but I don’t doubt its existence, as if this is the tacit understanding that Artoria and I should have.

Not only that, we were even surprised to find that there seemed to be a faint icy blue color in Artoria's sword light, and the sword light she created seemed to have also brought a hint of silver and white splendor. At first, we thought it was an illusion, but the fusion of the two colors became more and more obvious, and it had reached a point where we could not use the word illusion to explain it.

The most damn thing is that even though the scene in front of me is so strange, just when I was about to be surprised and asked, a sense of identity "Isn't this a matter of course" still surged out from my heart in a timely manner. This is not a matter of being clear, just like people's food, drink, defecation and urination.

It was clear that Artorian's powerful and powerful power seemed to be right beside him, with his master's faint fragrance, giving himself a warm feeling. He was no longer the kind that had just happened, forming a series of dangerous auras that were sharp sword lights that wanted to cut him off.

What if the opponent's strength becomes no longer dangerous and if the opponent's moves become no longer unpredictable?

Just like Artoria and I are now.

It’s not that I didn’t fight seriously, but I couldn’t feel the threat of the opponent’s power, or the sharpness of the opponent’s moves. I don’t know what others think, but I feel that it’s like rehearsing a battle program that has been practiced hundreds of times. What we hold is only a simulated weapon without harm. The next move the opponent wants to use has been memorized, and I can connect the moves I want based on my physical instinct.

Although this sounds boring, I enjoy it. I don’t enjoy the feeling of rehearsal, but I’m savoring this sudden tacit understanding that I’ve never experienced before... No, it’s fusion, and this word flashes through my mind. It’s nothing wrong, it’s not tacit understanding, it should be fusion. The attributes of each other, as well as every move and every move, have been integrated together.

While the two of us felt fresh and joyful about this wonderful sense of fusion that suddenly appeared, there were people outside the ring who were reluctant.

"They are flirting, right? Are they flirting, right?! Bastard, damn, pervert, bad guy, I'm so angry..."

Seeing the two people on the stage fighting like filming, Lucia stomped her feet angrily, and asked in a cute and pitiful crying voice, grabbing Maragbi's neck while shaking it.

"I...Lucia...you put me down first..."

Maragbi, who was hanging in the air with his neck tied up, his tongue stretched out long. He sadly discovered that Lucia, as an assassin, had not much difference in strength and his paladin. There was no absolute advantage. It was not impossible for Maragbi to struggle, but it would definitely cause harm to the other party. Think about the consequences...

Maragbe, who always became smart at critical moments, still made a wise judgment at this time. If he chose one of the two, he would rather be hanged by Lucia like this, than to be destroyed by Lucia who is cautious every day because of this matter.

Of course, there is a third option.

Looking at Lucia, who had lost her mind, who had clearly written the word "jealous" on her face, Maragbe turned his head stiffly and looked at Kut and Bailang next to her, showing a look of help.

With a whistle, Kut took out a white handkerchief from somewhere, pressed his nose and exhaled his nose, wiped it, and threw it at Maragbi's feet, with big words written on his face: Karma, brother, you're gone.

Bailang once again took out a pendant from his chest within 0:5 seconds when Kut's eyes moved to him...

"Hahaha, it seems that this will be the most successful marriage in history, do you think? Elder Kane."

The two elders who crawled out of the underside of the tree at some time found another big tree in front of them. They hugged and resisted the energy storm from the ring, and laughed.

Although they do not have the eyesight of adventurers, these two old men have knowledge and vision that adventurers are far from being able to match. The changes in the ring have long been seen by them.

"It's extreme, but is the magic defense array on the ring really okay?"

Looking around the ring, the transparent defense cover that had begun to shake slightly in the continuous energy storm, Kane asked worriedly.

"Please rest assured by Elder Kane. I can definitely guarantee this. Even if the combat intensity is increased ten times, I will not be able to break the magic defense array. Cough, I'm not afraid to tell you that this magic array is one of the links of the entire Elf King City magic array, which is strong."

Leman said confidently. If it weren't for the big tree with both hands, he would have raised his head and slapped his chest out loud.

"Oh, so that's it."

Kane nodded. The Royal City Magic Formation has been built over tens of thousands of years of the elves. It is made up of countless excellent magicians and superb magic skills of the elves. Each link is extremely solid. Therefore, as long as you put it on the name of the Royal City Magic Formation, you can add a little more confidence.

"But, don't you think the movement of the magic circle is a bit strange?"

Kane, who felt a little clear in his heart, once again turned his gaze to the precise magic carvings around the ring. Looking at the red light that kept flashing on it, although he was not a magic master like Fara, Kane's attainment in magic theory knowledge is not low. To be on the safe side, he still asked more questions.

"That... there should be no problem. You should know that all parts of the Imperial City Magic Formation will be checked every ten days."

Leman coughed, his tone a little weak.

"Should...should?!"

Sweat began to ooze from Kane's forehead.

"Well, Elder Kane, you have to know that the magic array in the royal city only has a minor failure every hundred years on average, and this is also impossible. After all, it is a behemoth covering the entire inner city. It is not surprising that there are some small problems occasionally, right?"

“That’s true.”

Kane nodded and said it was understandable. The larger the thing, the greater the chance of a problem. This is common sense.

"So how many years have passed since the last failure."

After a pause, Kane asked a more subtle question.

"Let me think about it, well, it's not wrong, it should have been ninety-four years..."

“…”

“…”

Elder Leman pondered for a moment, then suddenly said, and as soon as he finished speaking, the two old men fell speechless.

"No... don't panic. It's said that it's an average of 100 years, it may be ninety-five years, or it may be more than one hundred years, it's not... it's not that coincidence."

Elder Leman tried his best to relax his expression, but his tone still stuttered a little.

"No...no, Lord Leman, something big happened!"

At this time, a middle-aged elf mage rushed up in panic steps. From the fact that he forgot to use even a useful means of transportation such as teleportation, and to let these elves who are usually known for their elegance and nobility show such a panic look, you can know how serious the big thing he said is.

"Calm down, what's wrong?"

When he asked such a question, Leman had already realized something bad.

"The network vein diagram of the royal city magic array on the crystal tree shows that something went wrong."

Wiping the nervous sweat from his forehead, the calming elf mage quickly reported.

“Where…what is wrong?”

Lehman, whose face turned pale, asked this with the last glimmer of hope.

Pointing to the arena behind Leman, the elf mage found that the noble Queen was also inside, and his face was extremely frightened.

"Don't panic, have you told Elder Yarandland about this matter?"

At the critical moment, Lehman showed his calmness and ability as an elder, clarified his clues and continued to ask.

"I have reported it before coming."

"What did the Great Elder say?"

"The elder just smiled and said, "Don't worry, don't worry, just inform me, just do what you should do], that's all."

The elf wizard showed a little confusion and seemed unable to understand why the matter related to His Highness the Queen's life was said to be no need to worry.

However, thinking that this was what the omnipotent elder Yarandlandland said in person, the elf wizard was relieved. The elder said this, so there must be no problem.

"Is this how?"

Leman pondered Yarandran's words carefully and pondered for a moment.

"It should be no problem if the Great Elder said this, but she did not issue a clear order, so we should do it according to our own methods."

After a moment, Lehman said decisively.

"Sanders, go and call the first, second and third teams of the mages from the institute to solve the problem as soon as possible."

"Yes, Lord Lehman."

He responded to Sanders's elf mage and did not leave. Instead, he took out a mage ball and recited the spell lightly. The white ball quickly emitted white light and floated into the air.

"Also, Drizzt, why are you still standing there? Why don't you hurry up and ask His Highness the Queen and His Excellency Fan to stop fighting...ah, it's amazing..."

Turning back, Lehman shouted at Drizzt, but Yu Guang glanced at the ring and immediately covered his forehead in pain.
Chapter completed!